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  The Butterfly Emerges

  “Guess what, Mark?” My wife Amy sneered. “Frankie's late.”

  I laughed. “Shocking.”

  We both smiled. Frankie was always late. The waitress stopped by our booth and we gave her our pizza and beer order. I was hungry and thirsty and tired of waiting. He and his latest girlfriend could have leftovers.

  It was impossible to stay angry with Frankie; you either accepted him or not. Frankie was cavalier and irresponsible and flaky, but he was loving and generous and loyal unto death too. Frankie was also, according to my wife, ridiculously handsome and boyishly charming. The only reason she put up with his antics was she enjoyed having his face around. He also has an athlete's body but Amy didn't mention that part. She liked him but found him exasperating and often thoughtless.

  Women other than my wife found him attractive too; every week or two Frankie had a new bombshell babe hanging on his every word. I asked him once what his secret was and Amy kicked me under the table.

  “You wouldn't believe me if I told you,” he'd said, smugly. “So I won't.”

  “Good!” my wife announced, then, to me, “Jerk. Once you married wonderful me, you're not supposed to care about how to score babes anymore.”

  I saw her point and apologized.

  The door opened and Frankie walked in with a stripper. She wasn't a stripper, exactly. She was dressed conservatively in black knee length skirt and cream long-sleeve top. But her body-language and heavy make-up screamed stripper.

  “Oh boy,” I heard Amy mutter.

  We stood as Frankie introduced us to Meagan. They'd been dating a week. Scrub the heavy make-up off her and Meagan was gorgeous; jet-black hair cut in a bob, petite, firm, boobs a little too big, ass a little too bubble. I saw Amy checking her out too.

  The pizza and beer arrived and everyone loosened up. Meagan was actually really sweet. Half an hour later Amy suggested Meagan join her for a trip to the ladies room. I watched them walk away, Amy's ass swaying in her short-shorts. Meagan was stunning but Amy had her beat. Once they were gone I leaned in to Frankie. “Seriously, dude, how the fuck do you do it? Meagan is smoking hot!”

  “If I told-”

  “Shut up! You always say the same thing. Out with it; how?”

  “Why do you care? You're married, my friend.”

  “I may be retired from the game but I still enjoy watching others play it. Talk.”

  He sipped his beer, regarding me.

  “Okay, but I have to talk fast. When they come back I switch to talking about the Patriots.”

  I shut up and listened.

  “I meet them online. I cam with girls on this adult site and we talk and get freaky. If we click, we meet. We both stick as long as it's fun. That's it.”

  I waited. “That's it? You meet girls online? Vegas is not that big; how do you get so many girls and why are they all so hot?”

  Frankie smiled and looked at his beer. “Just charming, I guess.”

  “Bullshit. You pay them.”

  “Ha! No way man.”

  “What your screen name? I want to check this out.”

  “I'm not telling you!”

  “I knew it! You're full of shit. You're paying these hot women to hang out with you just to impress Amy and me. Loser.”

  He shook his head. “Alright, alright, fine; the website is Hookup dot com and my user name is Big Snake. I'm only telling you this to shut you up. Don't tell anyone, not even Amy. Especially not Amy.”

  I promised I wouldn't and we dropped it. When the girls returned we were discussing the Patriots. The rest of the evening passed uneventfully unless you count the number of times I caught Amy and Meagan checking each other out. Normally Amy doesn't care one way or the other about Frankie's flighty dates.

  Amy seemed fascinated with Meagan's butt and Meagan kept looking at Amy's big firm tits. I asked Amy about it on the drive home but all she said was, “She's really pretty.”

  I debated telling Amy about Frankie's website. After Amy was asleep I visited the site but got stuck behind the sign-up wall. There was a onetime charge, which meant Amy would see it on the credit card, so I hesitated and ultimately decided to skip it. How could I tell Amy I'd pressed Frankie for an answer without looking like I wanted some hot babes myself?

  Two nights later Amy and I sat on our couch watching another episode of “Breaking Bad” when opportunity presented itself.

  “Did Frankie ever tell you where he meets all his women?” Amy asked out of the blue.

  After one second I decided to go for it. “Yeah, he says he cams with a girl and if they like each other, they meet. He was embarrassed so I had to promise not to tell you.”

  Amy hit pause and stared at me.

  “Did you visit the site?”

  I stayed cool. “Yes, well, only the home page. I wasn't interested in signing up. I have my hot babe.”

  Amy smiled but stared at me. I saw her brain working. Then she dropped a bomb.

  “If I had sex with a girl, would that be cheating on you?”

  My jaw hit the couch. “What the fuck?” I blurted. “What the fuck?” Amy wore a huge T-shirt stretched tightly across her boobs and white booty socks and before I could stop it my brain imagined a girl face down in her lap eating her pussy. I shook my head. Amy waited patiently.

  “You okay?”

  “Yeah, just, holy shit, Amy, give a guy some warning. When did you do it?”

  She laughed. “No, silly, I'm asking about the future. Would it be cheating if I did that?”

  “Um, yeah, it would, if I didn't know. Anything without my knowledge is wrong, even just kissing. Watching you sounds hot but if you did it behind my back, that's not okay. Why wouldn't you tell me? Is that what you want to do?”

  She folded her hands in her lap.

  “Yes, I think I do. I do, Honey.”

  “Who? Meagan?”

  “Yeah, I can't stop thinking about her. She's so sexy.”

  Holy shit! I pictured Meagan and Amy going at it and smiled. I couldn't help it.

  “Pervert,” Amy said.

  Understanding dawned. “That's why you wondered about Frankie's women; you want to know more about Meagan. You want to sign up on the site and check her out? She doesn't have to know it's us, or you, I mean.”

  Amy left the couch for the computer. “What's the address?”

  I gave it to her. Seconds later Amy and I saw the home page. She grabbed her wallet and filled in the details of the sign-up screen, creating a fictitious personality and providing card information. Minutes later she was allowed into the site. I leaned over her. She'd chosen Fluffy Bunny as her screen name.

  “Really?” I asked. She saw where I was looking.

  “What's wrong with it? I'm your fluffer, aren't I?

  She had a point. I turned my attention to the site; hot guys and girls everywhere.

  “How will you find her?” I asked.

  “Let's start with Frankie. What was his user name again?”

  I told her and she rolled her eyes. “What is it with you guys? Every guy wishes he had a big dick. Not every girl wants big boobs.”

  “Said the girl with big boobs. It's hard for you to understand because you've never had to. If you were small you'd understand.”

  “Maybe so. So that means Frankie has a small dick.”

  She clacked keys. Pages turned. Frankie's profile came up. Along the right border were 'friends' and pictures of different users. A blurry image of a girl that could be Meagan with the user name, 'LovesToBob' was the fourth one down. I chuckled at her clever play on words and was about to point out the profile to Amy when I noticed she was staring at Frankie's avatar.

  A lean, hairless, muscular, nude man sat
slouched in a chair with a slanted cowboy hat mostly covering his face. Large pectorals and rippled abs led down to powerful thighs. His heavy cock lay like a snake across his big, hairless balls and off the chair seat, the head hanging an inch or two lower and pointing at the floor. From what we could see of the face and the body, it was Frankie. Amy turned to face me, her eyes stern.

  “Do you think I'm untrustworthy? All this time you knew and never mentioned it? ”

  “Knew what?” I asked. “I just found out about his online dating stuff too.”

  Amy studied my face. “Never mind,” she murmured, returning her attention to the screen. I felt like I'd missed something. She clicked on Meagan's profile and we both began to read. Meagan always cropped or blurred her face, or at least most of it, but there were plenty of body pictures and Meagan was hot.

  “Look away,” Amy teased. I held fingers to my face and looked through them. On page two Meagan had partial nudes and her body was almost as sexy as Amy's. My wife devoured every picture.

  “She's so pretty,” Amy said. “She's so fucking sexy. Her body is amazing. Look at that ass. Remind me to never wear a bikini around her; she'll make me look bad.”

  “There's not a woman on earth that out-shines you, Baby. You've got nothing to worry about. Meagan is hot, credit where credit is due, but she pulls a distant second to you.”

  Amy kissed my cheek and went back to reading Meagan's profile. I wasn't interested beyond the pictures and returned to the couch. Amy clicked occasionally as she perused the site. When she finished gawking she joined me on the couch.

  “So,” I announced to the room. “Girls? Since when?”

  Amy grinned sheepishly. “What? I did the college thing too. I thought all that was behind me until Meagan walked through that door. You can't help who you're attracted to. Would it weird you out or make you jealous?”

  This was something we'd never talked about. Amy always told me when she thought an actor or some male athlete was attractive and I once in a drunken fog gave her permission to fuck Ryan Gosling if the opportunity ever landed in her lap. She'd mentioned a guy at work after he asked her out and she declined. Out of curiosity I asked her if she wanted to go out with him and she'd admitted if she wasn't married to me, she would. I found that oddly stimulating.

  She waited for my answer.

  “Seriously? Are you actually asking me if you can have sex with Meagan?”

  “Yes, Mark. I'm not saying I'll grab my coat and run out the door but I am wondering where you stand. Most likely we'll never see her again because Frankie goes through women so fast, but I'm wondering what your answer would be. We should be able to talk about these things, right?”

  I clamped my jaw. She's right, we should, but where do I start?

  “Are you jealous?” she asked.

  “Over a girl? No, not at all, but how would it work? Would you just drive away and come back hours later and we get back to being married? Would she come here? I know there's no way you'd go for a threesome with me and you and her so what's in it for me? I just do it to make my wife happy?”

  “I'd bring you pictures.”

  I stopped mouth wide open. Amy started laughing. She got me good.

  “Besides,” I continued, trying to regain my footing. “Meagan is dating Frankie. What if he says no?”

  Amy scoffed. “Frankie seems like a guy who'd be perfectly okay with one of his dates fucking someone else and besides, if not, Frankie goes through girls like dessert. She'll be free in a few weeks, tops.”

  “How do you know Meagan would be interested in you?”

  Amy leaned back against the arm of the couch. “I know.”

  I saw mischief in her eyes. “How?” I insisted.

  “Our trip to the bathroom. She took my hand as we walked through the crowd; I felt her vibe. Plus a woman just knows these things. You saw how we looked at each other. She wants it too. Her profile says she prefers men but occasionally plays with women.”

  I glanced at the monitor. Amy had left it on Frankie's home page, not Meagan's.

  “I need to think about all this, Baby. You've thrown a lot at me.”

  “Okay, Honey, I understand, and I won't be angry or resentful if you decide to say no. I just wanted to find out where we stand.”

  She leaned across the sofa and kissed me. I needed a drink so I asked if she wanted one. She did. We left the couch at the same time; me to go downstairs to mix our drinks and her returning to the computer. I looked back as I descended the steps and I swear she was staring at Frankie's avatar again.

  I knew Frankie was in pretty good shape but I had no idea he was that ripped and I was shocked he seemed so well endowed. Was that picture fake or somehow enhanced? I'd never seen him naked in all the years I'd known him. Now my wife had seen him naked too. I felt uneasy and strangely excited, and I wasn't sure why. I returned with my drink and Amy did not mention Meagan again.

  Two weeks zipped by. We were both busy with work and Meagan never came up. I got a text from Frankie Friday morning inviting us to pizza, beer, and football on Sunday night and I was sure Amy would say no to go again so soon, but she surprised me. Plans were made.

  Sunday morning we puttered in the yard and then got ready to go watch the game. Amy came out of the bathroom and I sputtered. She looked stunning; short denim skirt and white flats, tight white tank-top. Simple clothing but fitted to her frame perfectly, showing off her curves and without a bra, her firm breasts had an independent motion that drew the eye.

  When we entered the pub every head turned one by one and watched her walk to our booth. Meagan was already there but Frankie wasn't. Big surprise.

  Meagan wore a sundress and sandals and her heavy makeup seemed really out of place. We hugged all around and Meagan said Frankie was running late but would join us soon and would we mind if she went to the bathroom to remove her makeup. Amy said no problem and joined her. I sat alone and watched football.

  The girls returned looking fresh. I caught Amy smirking and wondered if something had happened in the bathroom. Pizza and beer arrived and the three of us turned our attention to football. Amy and I were Charger fans but Meagan didn't really follow the sport. Frankie was a Seahawk fan and as the Bolts were playing the Hawks today, we could expect a lot of trash-talk. After a while Meagan took a phone call and stepped outside. Amy quickly scooted next to me.

  “Oh my God, Mark! Meagan IS a stripper! She Go-Go dances at The Blue Wave part time. She works in an office during the day but picks up shifts at night.”

  I made a mental note to plan a visit.

  Frankie entered the pub and Meagan soon returned and slid next to him. Football, food and drink occupied our time. I have to admit I looked at Frankie in a new light. I tried to catch a look at his crotch. Once while they were kissing I saw Meagan discreetly squeeze his cock through his pants and she got quite a handful. Was he really that big? I caught Amy looking too and to my surprise instantly felt my skin flush and temperature rise. That same confusing excitement sent my heart racing again.

  As the evening progressed I caught her looking several more times. At half-time Frankie and Meagan left to go play a video game. The Bolts were up by fourteen points so Frankie had been surprisingly quiet.

  “Why do you keep looking at his bulge?” I blurted as soon as they were out of ear-shot.

  Amy looked shocked. She started to protest and defend herself but something in my eyes made her stop.

  She sighed. “I'm sorry, Honey. You're right, I am looking and I'm being rude. I can't get that picture of him out of my mind. I guess I don't believe it's true. If he's really that big we'd have noticed by now, right? It would be obvious. Why have we never spotted it before? Do you think he edited that picture?”

  I told her I thought he did and we changed the subject, but my mind would not let go of Amy staring at Frankie's bulge. It excited me as much as it made me uncomfortable.

  Meagan and Frankie came back to the table as the game started the third quart
er. The Chargers expanded their lead to twenty-one points and Frankie sat mute. But then the fourth quarter started and the Seahawks came on strong. We started betting Kamikaze shots and before I knew it, I was seriously buzzed. Frankie was obnoxious, screaming and taunting as his team closed the gap. With two minutes to go, Seattle was threatening to score again and take the lead. Frankie was loud enough to annoy the other bar patrons. Seattle scored a touchdown and Frankie lost his mind. I gulped my two shots for losing the bet as Frankie danced a jig. Time ran out.

  All of us were buzzed so we decided to head for Frankie's place since it was close. On the drive over Amy suggested I slow down my drinking and I promised her I would. Frankie dimmed the lights and put on music and the four of us settled into a lengthy conversation that meandered all over the place. Meagan snuggled up to Frankie and Amy curled up under my arm. I noticed Amy and Meagan kept stealing glances at each other.

  The three of them had continued drinking and the room was mellow. Sometime later Meagan had slouched down far enough her head was in Frankie's lap. Meagan put her hand under her head as a pillow and her fingers naturally curled around Frankie's shaft. I only noticed she'd done it because I felt Amy tense. Frankie rested a gentle hand on Meagan's head. Meagan squeezed his shaft.

  We all continued talking but there was a tension in the air. Our conversation seemed halting and broken. Finally, the room fell silent. Meagan gave Frankie's cock another squeeze. He sure looked big in her hand. He pet her hair and let his head fall back. Amy looked up at me with questioning eyes but I had no idea what to do. Should we leave? Should I interrupt them and excuse Amy and I and run for the door? We'd known Frankie forever; leaving felt more awkward than staying.

  She must have pulled it down while Amy and I were looking at each other but the next thing I saw was Meagan's hand slip inside Frankie's zipper. She fished around a bit and then gave a tug. She adjusted his pants and tugged again. Frankie lifted his butt and Meagan tugged again and I saw a flash of pink and tan flesh. Amy gasped and looked up at me. Meagan seemed oblivious to us or maybe she figured we'd known Frankie so long, surely something like this had happened before. Regardless, Meagan's hand turned and twisted and out came Frankie's tower of meat.