Cuckold wedding? You guys are too much! Not in a bad way, but I can't really imagine something like that happening for real.
Anyhow, time for an update! I still haven't gotten laid yet since the last time. Also, Brian and Jen's schedules didn't let them see each other earlier in the day. So Brian will be picking Jen up from work later this evening and spending the night. I'll be taking the couch, of course. I'm so wound up from everything! From the intensity of this past weekend to not getting laid in a while. So I decided to push myself. I know I'd said before that it might look weird to Brian's roommates and to our friends if Brian crashes here too often, but my dick convinced me that maybe it wouldn't look so weird after all.
I'd already told Jen that she could invite Brian over to spend the night. But, it still got me so hard to read the text she sent me earlier today. It was so matter-of-fact: "Talked to Brian. He's said he can come over. He'll pick me up from work. Set up the couch for yourself before we get home?"
I know I'd already OK'd it and I know that texting is usually more direct than face-to-face talking as-is, but it still stung that it was such a matter-of-fact thing that I was being informed that my best friend would be taking my place in bed with my fiance tonight and that I should set up the couch for myself. But, the sting of it was overpowered by how hot it was! I couldn't help myself from wanting to run with it! So, I replied matter-of-factly, "Sure thing! If you're interested, see if he wants to bring over some stuff and stay through the weekend."
"For real?" Jen texted back.
"Yeah. Maybe if you have easier access to Brian for the next few days, you'll get bored and I'll get laid soon." I replied jokingly.
"Maybe. Or maybe I'll get so used to having Brian in bed with me that you'll end up getting laid even less! j/k" Jen responded. It was a totally natural, joking response from her to my text message. But, wow! I was insanely horny! Even if she was only kidding around with me, my fiance had basically just told me that even though my sexual contact with her was already reduced to the occasional hand job or sex with a condom on, I was risking getting laid less than I already was if she got too used to being with Brian!
Well, I just went ahead and totally let my dick take over the text conversation. "Lets see what happens." I answered back.
"Someone is confident that I'll get bored of Brian's big cock soon! Wanna bet?" Jen answered, totally keeping up with the twisted game we were playing. It felt like maybe Jen was now doing whatever the female equivalent of talking with one's dick is.
I decided to see how far she wanted to take this. "What's the bet?" I asked.
"Hmmmm... So long as I don't get tired of Brian's cock, he gets to stay over anytime?" Jen replied.
"Ha! I kinda think that's already happening." I joked.
"Yeah. Haha! But, how about we give him some dresser and closet space?" Jen said.
"Anything else?" I asked, thinking that this was a pretty easy, silly bet that didn't really mean much. I mean what difference would it make if Brian got some space to keep spare clothes for whenever he stayed over?
"Ummmm... And no advance planning is needed. He gets a key to our place and can take your place in bed without notice. And you just automatically take the couch whenever that happens." Jen answered.
Well, so much for this being an easy, silly bet that didn't mean much. Those seemed like some pretty serious stakes. I paused and asked myself if this was what I really wanted. Except that I didn't know for sure. Were what my dick wanted and what I actually wanted the same thing? Was I messing up my engagement?
I hadn't had a chance to sort out my thoughts and reply quickly enough. Jen messaged me again. "Too much???" she asked.
I then realized that I had been setting her up to do exactly what she was now doing and I was about to blow it! I quickly replied, "Nope. Not too much! Was just thinking about what I win if you do get tired of Brian's cock?"
"You get laid more?

" Jen immediately replied.
"Okay," I answered. "If Brian agrees to stay over through the weekend, and if you decide you still want even more access to Brian's cock afterwards, then you win!"
"Win all of what I said???" Jen replied, almost too eagerly (which only made it hotter).
"Yep. Brian gets a key, closet and dresser space, and takes my place in bed anytime you decide to have him over. No notice required! I'll keep an extra blanket, pillow, and some clothes by the couch to make it easy."
"Oh shit! You're the best!!! Thanks, baby! :* It probably doesn't matter though. I doubt Brian really wants to be away from his own place for the next few days with work & all.

" Jen texted sadly.
"Yeah. Probably. Oh well..." I answered, feeling disappointed but also relieved since I wasn't really sure I was ready for or wanted what I'd agreed to.
Jen texted again a while later: "Told Brian about our bet! He said he's going to fuck me so good these next few days while he's over at our place that there's no chance that you'll win!

"
So it was on after all! I couldn't believe it! All I could think to respond was, "We'll see!"
"TBH, he already does such a good job of fucking me, I don't see him losing. It's so cool that he's gonna try out doing himself though!" Jen said, brutally honest, but still in a teasing way.
I could have just left it at that, but I really wanted her to drive the point home even more than she already had. So, I replied, "He better be good! If you're putting off sex with me more often so you can fuck Brian instead, I'd hope he's a way better lay than I am. Otherwise, it's a pretty pointless bet!"
"Good point! It would be a pretty pointless bet! Okay, for the record, Brian is totally a way better lay than you!

" Jen shot back.
Ouch! Well, I got what I wanted. The point was driven home. But, I guess my dick still hadn't had enough. "No comparison?" I replied.
"No comparison! Not even close! It's like apples and oranges!" Jen's reply referenced an inside joke between us.
"Except that you think oranges are just okay." I answered, taking the bait.
"Yep! I love apples though!!! Hahaha!!!

" Jen replied.
"Sex with me is oranges and sex with Brian is apples?" I responded.
"You got it! Oranges are okay sometimes, but I'm gonna get me some apples!!!! Hahahahaha!!!"
"Okay. Ha! Apples it is!!!

I'll ttyl!" I ended the chat completely satisfied with the twisted, but hot stuff Jen had texted, while at the same time really disturbed and scared at how easy and naturally this was all moving along. On the one hand, it seems like this is all too much. On the other hand, I'm hoping Brian wins the bet so that for the rest of mine and Jen's engagement, I lose any say in when Brian takes my place in bed with Jen. It's as if I want that feeling of helplessness I'd described before to be there for the rest of mine and Jen's engagement. But instead of it just being a weekend away where we fake strangers out in public, it would be a constant thing. Not a game in public, but a reality in private. A reality in which Brian is Jen's main sex partner instead of me and there's nothing I can do about it, but to simply enjoy the ride and be supportive. Yeah. Brian totally needs to win this bet! Apples it is!
