Page 5 of Just the Three of Us

Chapter 4

Sean

I'm out of my mind with lust and desire. I need to get out of this house. During the day, I can't stop looking at Shannon when we are paired up to do things together, and by the evening, I hear her moans as John ravishes her night after night. I swear that bastard is insatiable. But I'm sure having a little nymph for a wife doesn't really help, either. I'd be banging her on a daily basis as well.

Getting my shit packed ASAP is the first order of business, so I go to my room, pull out my suitcase and start throwing clothes into it. I'm in the middle of it when I feel Shannon enter my room.

"What are you doing?" She asks with that breathy, sexy voice. "Wait, are you leaving? What The Fuck?"

I stop abruptly and turn to her so violently that she takes a step back. "I can't do this anymore, Shannon."

"Do what?"

"Don't act coy with me. You know I'm attracted to you. I've seen you almost naked a dozen times or more, and at night, your moans keep my cock hard. I've got blue balls for miles."

"Why don't you just take care of it?"

"What? I…" Do I just confess? It's embarrassing. "I do take care of it."

"Then, what's the big deal?"

I swear the word 'astonishment' is printed on my forehead. She doesn't think it's a big deal.

"First, wanting you is wrong. Second, I'm close to doing something about it, and that would be a betrayal to my best friend of twenty years."

She frowns and looks like she's finally taking my words seriously.

"I'll go check some properties with you if you want,” she says. “Get you somewhere to live. Somewhere nice. But just wait a few days."

"That's what I'm telling you. I can't wait a few days. I can't wait another second."

I hear the front door open. "Shit." I don't know how I'm going to explain this to John. Soon enough, John comes looking for us.

"Hey…what the hell is this? Are you packing?"

"I'll leave you two to it." Shannon scurries away, the coward.

"What's going on, Sean?"

"Let's go into your office and have a drink. You're going to need it."

We go to his office, and he pours us some whiskey. I almost down the whole thing in one swallow, which gives me a coughing fit. What's the best way to tell your best friend you want to fuck his wife? Worse even, that you think you have feelings for her. I better brace myself for the worst. Losing him, losing her, the partnership. The hardest part will be signing on for another tour with no anchor at home.

"Why do you want to leave, Sean?"

"I'm uncomfortable here, John."

"Have we…?"

"No. Yes. No." I hesitate. "I'm attracted to Shannon, John. You guys have a very healthy sex drive, and being here and hearing you have sex day in and day out is driving me insane. Plus, I don't know about you, but I've caught your wife several times semi-naked, and I'm just about ready to burst."

"I see." He looks at his drink, and I can't decipher his expression. "Do you think she's attracted to you as well?"

I blanch. I didn't think about Shannon wanting me. Or about her betraying her husband. But I owe him the truth.

"I haven't really noticed. All my energy has been centered on staying away from her. I…I don't know if it's reciprocated."

"Then maybe we should ask her."