Matt and Sarah try to console me at the brewpub, with seemingly everyone around me suddenly getting engaged. They reassure me that there are plenty of wonderful women out there for me, and try to keep me from drowning my sorrows too deeply. "You're not completely alone, Joe," comforts Sarah, rubbing my thigh under the table and smiling broadly. "You do have us."
Matt adds his hand to the other thigh, whispering into my ear. "And tonight, we are going to do everything we can to make you feel better."
Matt and Sarah are indeed an amazing couple, and I'm neither shocked nor dismayed that he proposed to her last night. They're a match made in heaven. As the above exchange highlights, also Bisexual and open.
What's a little harder to take is that my recent girlfriend Brenda just left me. For a woman. I can't blame her: the woman is her longtime best friend Kaitlyn, from whom she was already inseparable. And it was Matt and I who instigated them to experiment with each other sexually. Who knew they were secretly harboring deeper romantic love for each other? Well, actually I suspected Brenda did. Anyway, as much as Brenda and I like each other - a lot - it's trumped by the true love that those two share.
So I can't begrudge them that. What's really eating at me is that I can never seem to hold onto a girlfriend for more than a few weeks. For that matter, I've only ever had three girlfriends. Not much of a track record so far, at almost twenty-two. Don't get me wrong, I've had a number of great sex partners, especially men but some women too, so I'm way ahead of most guys in that department. It just seems hard to find someone who is interested in me as a romantic partner.
I've been drinking a bit more than Matt and Sarah, who only had one each before the food arrived, so Sarah drives me to their place in my car, following Matt in the classic Mach 1 Mustang that he's been restoring. It's raining out, for the first time in several weeks, so the roads are extra slick. Sarah drives carefully, perhaps especially knowing that it's my car.
Sarah starts talking about what the two of them are going to do to me. I've had an MMF threesome once before, but certainly never had the chance to talk about it beforehand. This is exciting.
"We'll do anything you want, Joe," shares Sarah. "Oh, and do you want it to be with Matt, or Mattie?" Mattie is Matt's hidden, feminine alter ego that he only shared with me - or Sarah - a few days ago. It turned out to the key not only to unlocking more of Matt's Bisexuality, but also a more balanced Matt that wasn't all Mister Macho all the time. And winning back Sarah, who had dumped him three years ago because of that.
"Definitely Matt. I enjoyed Mattie, but the New Matt is really what I wanted from him all along."
"Agreed, and I think he's only going to trot out Mattie for special occasions. Like when I'm feeling dominant. Which, tonight, I am not. Tonight is about what you want."
"Really nice of you to do this for me. Having just gotten engaged last night and all."
"Truth be told, Joe, I always wanted to get with both of you, but thought the old Matt might get jealous. Anyway, Matt tells me you're a very oral person. Would you like to eat my pussy?" She flips her skirt up a bit. Being the driver, she can't show much, but I do see a bit of bush.
"I'd love to. Especially seeing that you've got some hair down there. I always love that."
"Brenda enjoyed it too, last night," she giggles. "If you're not feeling too hurt by losing her, we took a short video for you boys to enjoy. Both of us munching each other's hair pies."
"At least I'll have that to remember her by."
"This should be fun. I've been in threesomes before ..." After a long pause she adds, "But only with women."
"You're killing me, Sarah."
"Gee, am I getting you excited, Joe? Feel free to whip your cock out if you'd like. But you have to share any precum with me."
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I'm about to do exactly that, starting to unbutton my shorts as we approach the next intersection. In what seems like perfect timing, the light turns from red to green just in time for Matt to roll through it.
Except it's the worst possible timing. "Ohhh, shiiit!" Sarah and I scream simultaneously. Although the light has just changed, an older pickup skids down the steep hill on our left, unable to stop in time. He's headed straight for Matt. Thankfully, both drivers are at least attentive enough to see the impending collision, jamming their brakes, but ...
BAM!
The pickup hits the driver's side of Matt's Mustang, knocking it six feet sideways, and we see Matt's body flop around limply inside. This has happened so fast that we barely miss becoming part of the wreck ourselves.
Sarah runs to check on him, screaming, "Maaattt! Noooo!" My car rolls backward as she hops out, so I yank the parking brake, then dial 911 as I get out to check on Matt.
He's alive, thank God, and conscious. Just as Sarah reaches for his door handle, he screams, "Don't open the door!" through the opening that used to be his window. "I think I broke my arm. Maybe more." Besides the possible broken bones, Matt is covered in glass shards, as are the seats of his car, the hoods of both vehicles, and a large area of pavement. Best to wait for the EMTs to try to move him.
"Oh my God, Matt, I thought you were dead!" she blubbers, tears streaming down. "If you died, I'd have to throw myself in front of the next semi!"
I'm still on the phone as I check on the other driver. Also sprinkled with glass chips, he's got a huge bump on his head, has left a bloody smudge on the steering wheel, and is so disoriented that he simply starts walking away. "Don't go anywhere, buddy. You're hurt bad," I admonish him, telling the dispatcher, "Looks like serious head trauma for the other driver. Please send two ambulances!"
As I return to the side of Matt's car, he sardonically chuckles, "Well, I guess that's it for Cock 1, isn't it?" That is - or was - his nickname for his formerly beautiful blue Mach 1 Mustang, a classic '69 model with custom plates "69 4EVR." It is almost certainly destroyed beyond repair.
"That's hardly the most important thing here, Matt," chides Sarah, suddenly realizing the real significance of his comment. "Okay, yes, you still have your sense of humor. I think you're a lot better off than that guy."
"No shit," he admits, shifting his weight slightly, then grimacing. "Oh, fuck, that hurts! Definitely broken. But yeah, I would not trade places with him for a second. Not even for another Mustang," he quips, causing Sarah to laugh through her tears.
Police have already arrived, checking on us and then directing traffic, by the time the ambulances roll up. The EMTs do an amazing job checking on both drivers and extricating Matt from the wreckage without causing further harm. The tow trucks show up as Sarah gets in the ambulance with him, and I follow in my car.
Sarah joins me in the waiting room while Matt's arm gets operated on. He has a compound fracture in his leg, and a more minor break in his arm. Hopefully no permanent damage, but he'll be in traction for a while. "I don't know how to feel, Joe! I'm devastated by what happened to Matt - and I suppose, his car - but I'm so grateful to God that it wasn't worse. Maybe I'm a little mad at him, too, for not seeing the guy coming in time. I'm not sure when I'll ever be able to say that to him though, so I'm telling you."
"All those feelings are valid, Sarah."
"Thank you, Joe." She looks at me appraisingly. "Such a shame things didn't work out with Brenda. Or that Matt and I got to give you the evening we promised. Maybe you'll take a raincheck? It might be a while, though."
"That's very nice of you to say, Sarah, but pretty low on the list of problems right now."
"Just remember you aren't forgotten, Joe. Matt even talked about it in the ambulance. Between you and me," she whispers, "he had a hard-on half the way here."
"Same old Matt."
"Thank God. I mean, I love the New Matt, but I'm glad the old Matt is still in there."
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I visit Matt every day after work, and most of the day each of the following two weekends. Sarah's new post-college job not starting until next month, she's with him almost all the time.
Finally, on the afternoon that Matt is declared healed enough to get out of traction - and the hospital - I leave work at noon to be with them. The process takes quite a while, but now it's just Matt - and his gown - and his erection underneath - in the bed. We wait for the next step in the process of releasing him, hospitals being very good at making people wait. In fairness, we hear there's been a major multiple-trauma incident and things are hectic.
"Guess I need to start car shopping," Matt says.
"Listen, I know you're gung-ho to resume normal life, but you won't be driving for a few more weeks."
"Yeah, so it's time to start shopping! And I know what I want."
"Another Mustang?" Sara asks skeptically.
"Of course!" She and I both groan. "Oh, don't worry, not another old one. A nice late-model used one, with the airbags and the stability control and all that shit. If I'd been in one of those, I'd have walked away from the crash and not even set ass in this hellhole. Lesson learned."
"Blue again?" asks Sarah.
"Definitely."
"No '69 4EVR' plates though," I suggest.
"I guess not. Maybe I can get a 2018 and have '18 4EVR.'"
"You will do no such thing!" commands Sarah. Softening and taking his hand, she says, "I like the New Matt a lot more than the 18-year-old Matt. Although I do love both."
"Where the fuck are they?" wonders Matt. "Don't you see this thing?" he asks, indicating a bulge in his gown. "It is hard and ready to fuck you both. I wanna get the hell out of this hole. And into both of yours."
"Patience, baby. Do you need another quick handie while we wait?"
"I'll help," I offer. "But what do you mean by 'another?'"
"Oh, I wouldn't have gotten through this without a regular hand from Sarah."
"A couple of times a day, Joe," Sarah agrees, raising her hand. "And it's getting kind of sore. Wanna take a turn?"
"Sure," I say, reaching under his gown. "Here you go, buddy."
They're both kind of surprised. "I was kidding. We only do that at night when we think we won't be disturbed."
Matt says, "Well, fuck 'em. They've kept us waiting here for almost two hours. If they catch us, what can they do, kick us out! Fucking please!"
"I'm down for whatever you boys want," purrs Sarah, deftly slipping her undies out from under her skirt and into her handbag.
"After two weeks, I am so hungry for pussy! Please sit on my face, babe!"
Sarah squats over his head on the hospital bed, the action soon filling the room with sloppy squishing noises. Which I add to as I start slurping his cock.
Suddenly the door opens. We hear a nurse say, "I'll be back in fifteen. Please be ready to go," as she backs out again. Oh shit, she saw everything. Matt's cock in my mouth. Sarah's bare ass on Matt's face. Probably heard everything too.
Oh well, we're too worked up to stop, especially now that we have a defined timeframe. The sloppy sounds are augmented by low moans as Matt tenses up and thrusts squirt after squirt of hot cum into my mouth, making me swallow multiple times, and Sarah rides Matt to a trembling orgasm.
"Good job keeping the noise down, guys," I say.
'Well, it is a fucking hospital." Sarah says.
"It's a fucking hospital," corrects Matt. "Speaking of which, Joe still needs relief, and unless you two have been sneaking off behind my back, he has never fucked you. I would love to see that here. You have ..." He looks at his watch. "Eight minutes."
"Whatever the patient wants," says Sarah, pulling down my shorts and underwear, then planting a big wet kiss on my mouth. "Are you strong enough to hold me?" she asks. Without waiting for the answer, she jumps up and wraps her legs around my waist. I catch her and ease her down into my cock.
"Oh yeah!" says Matt, stroking his flaccid, slick cock. "Sarah loves it that way!"
She starts rocking her hips against me, which is stimulating, but not enough friction to get me off in time. I carry Sarah to the counter on the side of the room and press her up against it, allowing for longer thrusts. And very suddenly, the excitement of all this illicit sex brings me to climax, unexpectedly filling Sarah's lovely cunt with my seed. Holding her up on the counter, I kneel between her legs and slurp out my cum, which I feed back to Matt.
"Attaboy, Joe!" says Matt as I quickly get my shorts back on. Matt only has to put his gown back in place, and Sarah to lower her skirt again. Noticing the gooey biohazard we've left on the edge of the counter, she swoops in with a tissue to wipe it up and, not seeing a nearby wastebasket, simply stuffs it in her handbag.
"Snack for later," jokes Matt just as the door opens. A different nurse - thank goodness - and an orderly walk in to discharge Matt back into the wild.
We spend the rest of the evening servicing Matt and his wants, which are many. Fortunately, they align with Sarah's and mine fairly well.
And then, the night before I have to leave town and return to my final year of college, Matt and Sarah give me the night of Joe-centric pleasure they had promised me weeks earlier.
