Years ago, I was living on Hayes near Divisadero. Some call it Nopa. It certainly wasn’t called that then. Anyway, I was in a shared flat, 3.5 bedrooms, myself and three roommates. I had one of the full rooms, and next to mine was … let’s call her Jill.
Jill’s BF, um, Steve, was more or less a fifth roommate. Great guy. I got along with all of them, to varying degrees.
So, here’s the story: Jill and Steve had been together a while, and as some couples tend to do, began to explore the idea of inviting someone else into their love life. Some prefer to keep it one-on-one; others open it up. To each their own.
Jill worked at a fancyish clothing store downtown, and they settled on one of her coworkers for the third wheel. I’m still not sure how that conversation went down, but here’s what I imagine: “Hey, so Steve and I, we really love each other and have this totally amazing sex life. We’re wondering if you want to try us on for size.” “Um … yeah, totes!”
So the stage was set. This coworker was to meet Jill and Steve at our house at a given time. I think it was an evening, let’s say 7. Steve, who had his own key, was there well ahead, perhaps self-fluffing? Who knows?
The coworker shows up at or near 7. She and Steve talk. 7:15 rolls by, no Jill. 7:30. Still no Jill. This was an era when, well, cellphones existed, but they weren’t nearly as ubiquitous as they are today.
Steve and the coworker descend to Jill’s room. I wasn’t there at the time, sadly. Not sure whether anyone was home, in fact. They proceed to fuck. Again, Jill is nowhere in sight.
Another “hole” in my story is exactly what happened once Jill did get home. Let’s just skip that part.
When Jill found out what had happened, understandably, she was furious. Not sure how long she thought it over, but she decided that Steve deserved to be punished. Jill was a manager at that store downtown, so perhaps the coworker felt the sting of retribution, too. Again, who knows?
All that was certain was that Steve had been a bad, bad boy, and he was about to get his. Jill decided the only “fitting” way to make her man suffer for his transgression was … to penetrate him with a strap-on. Nay, penetrate. Full copulation was to ensue.
A contrite Steve, forever a heterosexual male, abjectly agreed to the above punishment.
And they all lived happily ever after.
Submitted by anonymouse
