That's What Friends Are For – Chapter 2
Once Norman had given his very reluctant "Okay," Bonnie had told her friend the very next day. Grace was more than overjoyed and immediately contacted her doctor, who put her on a fertility drug to increase her chances of conception. She followed her new regimen of pills and taking her temperature and all other sorts of at home tests to pinpoint her peak fertile period. When she was able to accurately predict her fertile window, she informed Bonnie, who had to work the touchy topic into conversation with her husband again.
The two women didn't want to just spring the timetable on him, but didn't want the upcoming date looming over his head for too long, either. It was a very tense couple of weeks between Bonnie and Norman to say the least. Bonnie had worked it out with her parents for the boys to stay with them; Grace's cycle had mercifully worked out so that the best time for her to have sex would be over a weekend.
The week leading up to that, Norman was stoic around Bonnie, hardly ever speaking to her. She wasn't sure if he was still upset or just nervous about the prospect of sleeping with another woman, especially one he knew so well. Truth be told, Bonnie was getting nervous, too. She loved Grace with all her heart, the sister she'd never had; she wanted Norman to be comfortable, too, and would keep her promise to be there for him. The problem was, the thought of being this kind of intimate with Grace was a little daunting. Yes, they'd seen each other naked, at sleepovers or when they went swimming together, but this would be completely different. Not to mention the fact that she'd be sharing her husband. Still, she knew she wouldn't be able to face herself knowing that she and Norman had the power to make Grace's dream come true and deny her that after telling her otherwise.
The night before the three were to put the plan into action, Bonnie had surprised Norman in the bedroom. She wore her matching lacy bra and underwear set, the one he had always said he liked, under her robe. She sat up in bed, her latest book from her book club lay open in her lap but remained unread. When her husband finally crawled into bed, muttering a quick good night, she placed the bookmark between the unread pages and set the book on her night stand. She clicked off the light and turned in bed to face him.
She crept closer to him, glad that he wasn't pulling away, though he wasn't exactly turning in to face her, either. Bonnie slid her arm around his torso and stretched to place a kiss on his cheek, and another on his strong jaw line…and a few more along his neck.
"What are you doing?" he mumbled gruffly.
"Loving you," Bonnie replied softly as she sat up and swung her leg over his body to straddle him. Once she was situated, she pulled the belt of her robe, undoing the knot that held it closed, and revealed the lingerie beneath. Norman lay motionless beneath her, though his eyes drank her in. She let the robe slide from her shoulders to pool behind her then lowered herself onto her husband until her breasts were pushed against his chest. "Baby, I love you so much. More than you'll ever know. You are the most perfect man, and I'm so happy to be married to you." She dipped her head and kissed him all over his neck and jaw, where she knew he liked it most, before looking down at him again. "I know you aren't happy about this weekend, and I'm sorry to put you in this kind of situation, and I love you all the more for doing this for Grace…and for me."
Their eyes met, both glistening in the moonlight streaming in through the window. After a long, silent moment, Norman finally responded. "I love you, too." He threaded his fingers through her hair and pulled her down for a scorching kiss.
They made love late into the night, whispering their love to each other with their words and bodies. When they had finished, both deeply sated in post-orgasmic bliss, Bonnie curled up with her husband, wrapping him in her arms and herself in his. "We'll be okay, right?" she asked softly.
Norman looked at her a long time before answering, "I hope so, baby. I hope so."
The next morning, Bonnie dropped the boys off at her parent's, thanking them again and explaining that she and Norman just needed a weekend away. It was partly true – they'd be getting a hotel suite for the night. None of the three really needed a reminder of the activities to come to enter their mind every time they walked into their own bedrooms.
This is just so bizarre, Bonnie thought, more times than she could count. She packed their overnight bag and met Norman in the living room. "Ready?" she asked.
He sighed heavily, "As I'll ever be," and pushed himself off the couch. He dug through his pocket and fished out his car keys and held the door leading to the garage open for Bonnie.
The ride to the hotel was basically silent, but not the tense silence they had endured the last few weeks; instead it was just nervous energy between them. Their coming together last night had done wonders to ease the tension between them, but now they were faced with the awkward pressure of the upcoming weekend.
They checked into their room, which Grace had insisted on paying for rather than splitting the cost with them. "You're giving me a baby, the least I can do is pay for the room," she argued.
"No pressure," Norman had mumbled under his breath, just loud enough for Bonnie to hear it. If it were any other situation, she would have elbowed him teasingly and shushed him; however, she let it slide this time, not wanting to put Norman on edge any more than he already was.
When they entered the room, Grace was already inside. She had gotten a suite and had seated herself in one of the plush chairs in the living room area. She smiled nervously at them and stood up, readjusting her skirt and greeting them. Their conversation was awkward all around, no one really sure of protocol for such circumstances. They decided to try and relax for a while, none of them ready to jump right into anything. They settled on watching a movie on TV, one of those comedies that's so stupid it's funny, in an attempt to relieve some of the nerves building up between the three of them. It worked to a degree; soon they were all laughing, momentarily forgetting the real reason they were there. After the movie, they decided to grab an early dinner.
They all seemed to have made a conscious effort to keep conversation light, and the bottle of wine Bonnie and Norman were sharing went a long way to help with that; Grace had been advised to abstain from alcohol, just in case. Throughout dinner, Bonnie noticed her husband picking at his meal rather than eating it and reached under the table to lay her hand on his knee, giving him an affectionate squeeze.
"You doing okay?" she asked softly once their eyes met.
Norman gave a tiny nod, "Yeah. Kinda wishing I had one of those blue pills…kinda nervous, ya know?"
"If it helps," Grace added, "I'm nervous, too."
Norman chuckled, "Thank god for lube, huh?" Bonnie laughed quietly, but Grace stayed quiet, her lips tightening into a thin line.
"Um…about that," she began. "We can't…um…we can't use lube. My doctor said it could lessen the chances of the sperm's survival."
Bonnie could feel Norman tense up next to her. She looked over and saw him squeezing his eyes shut and could practically hear him counting down in his head, trying to calm himself. "Anything else?" he asked testily.
Grace had her eyes downcast, her hands in her lap, fingers fiddling with her bracelet. "No," she whispered. "Just that I'm so sorry to even put you in this position, Norman. I really and truly am."
He sighed heavily and looked up at her. "It's fine, Grace. You're in a bind and we can help. It's just…"
"Awkward as all hell?" Grace offered. Norman nodded his answer. "I know. Believe me, I know. I can't tell you both how much this means to me. I love you both so much," her voice wavered as her eyes began to fill with tears.
"We love you, too, sweetie," Bonnie said, reaching across the table for her friend's hand. "This will be okay. We'll all be okay," she looked back and forth between Norman and Grace, trying to be supportive to both of them. "Come on. Let's finish our meal and try to enjoy the evening."
When they returned to the hotel, the cloud of awkwardness followed them. They went into the bedroom, Grace standing near one of the king sized beds, Norman and Bonnie near the other. "I guess…we just…" Grace said nervously, starting to unbutton her blouse.
"Here," Norman stepped closer to her, glancing uneasily over his shoulder at Bonnie, then replaced Grace's hands with his own once he got an approving nod from his wife. He worked his way down her shirt, releasing the buttons and parting the fabric to reveal her creamy white breasts covered by a lacy bra. He dipped his head to nuzzle against her neck, eliciting a sharp gasp from Grace as the hairs of his goatee scraped along her unsuspecting skin.
Bonnie felt odd watching, but had promised her husband she would be there with him every step of the way. They had agreed that there would be no kissing, at least on the lips, to try to keep the whole thing from being too intimate, and she was suddenly glad for that. She also realized Norman was keeping his eyes shut tight, and she was sure he was imagining her in front of him instead of her friend; a look at Grace confirmed that she too had her eyes closed shut. Bonnie came up behind her husband, placed her hands on his hips and began pulling his shirt from the waistband of his pants. She wound her arms around his torso and began undoing the buttons of his own shirt, running her hands up and down his body, teasing him the way she knew he liked to be touched.
As her hands travelled over his body, Norman began exploring on his own. He cupped her breast and applied the slightest pressure. He let his fingers trail around her chest, following the fabric of her bra until his hands met in the middle of her back to undo the clasp there. Once undone, he slid the straps of the garment off her shoulders and immediately replaced his hands on her breasts, teasing her nipples into stiff peaks.
Grace ran her hands along his arms before landing on his broad shoulders and pulling him closer to herself until her breasts were pressed along his chest. She kissed along his neck and collarbone while he did the same to her.
Bonnie's fingers trailed down his sides until they reached the leather of his belt then moved to wrap around him to undo the buckle and eventually the button of his jeans, but leaving his zipper up for the moment. She stepped back as the two of them moved toward the edge of the bed. Grace released Norman from her embrace and sat down, but not before wiggling out of her skirt and letting it slide down her legs and onto the floor.
Norman took the opportunity to turn to Bonnie and kiss her fiercely, passionately, holding her tighter than he had in a long time. He pulled her shirt over her head and brought her flush up against him. "I love you," he said with a ragged breath.
"I love you," Bonnie replied. "Do you want me to stay over here?"
Norman shook his head then nodded toward the space next to Grace. "Over there, so I can see you." He had an apprehensive look on his face, practically begging Bonnie to kiss him again. She leaned in to oblige him as she undid the clasp of her own bra; Norman's hands were busy undoing her pants and shoving them over her hips before pushing his own to the floor. They eventually parted, moving to the different sides of the bed, Norman taking his place between Grace's legs. "You okay?" he asked her.
Grace took in a deep breath before answering, "I'm okay." Norman lowered himself onto her, bracing himself on his elbows, and returned his lips to her neck, ghosting along her collarbone, and travelling down the center of her chest.
"Can I…" he began and looked down at her breasts. Grace nodded slightly and he circled his tongue around her nipple before sealing his lips around the turgid peak.
Bonnie squirmed in her place on the bed, not quite sure how she felt about her husband performing such an intimate act on someone else, but she instinctively knew why he was doing it. Without the option of using any kind of outside lubricant, Norman was trying to get Grace as relaxed and aroused as he could to make it more comfortable for her. In that moment, Bonnie loved her husband more and more and in a completely new way.
Norman began kissing his way down Grace's stomach, stopping at the waistline of her panties. He curled his fingers under the elastic and began tugging them down over her hips, looking first at Grace then Bonnie for their silent permission. Grace raised her hips off the bed in response, and Bonnie started pulling his underwear down to expose his half-hard cock.
After they were all three divested of all their clothes, Norman returned to kneel between Grace's legs and placed his hands gently on her knees, parting them to make room for him. His fingers skated down her inner thighs, teasing the flesh and causing a rash of goose bumps to rise all over her body. He reached the seam of her thigh and paused, waiting for Grace to give him the proverbial green light. She shifted her hips, angling herself more toward him, silently inviting him to touch her most intimate place.
Norman looked at Bonnie and motioned for her to come closer to him. His fingers traced the seam of Grace's lower lips, parting them just a knuckle deep, testing to see just how wet she was; all the while, he was kissing Bonnie passionately, not going one step further without his wife at his side. His middle finger slipped deeper into her folds, teasing her along the length of her pussy, drawing tight circles around her clit before sinking his finger deep inside her, eliciting a sharp moan followed by a throaty moan.
"Bonnie," he whispered. Their eyes met and she noted a look of panic on his face. "I...I can't."
"Norman, it's okay. I'm here. It'll be alright."
He shook his head, "No, I mean...I can't." He nodded his head and Bonnie followed the direction of his eyes until she saw what he meant. His member hung between his legs, not quite fully aroused yet.
"Oh," she said, and kissed him again, then let her mouth leave a trail of open mouth kisses along his neck, his chest, his stomach, until she reached his crotch. She knew from experience that nothing got him harder than having her take him into her mouth. "Relax, baby. Just relax," she murmured as she flicked the head of his cock with her tongue, teasing the sensitive underside before taking him between her lips. He shifted slightly to make the angle easier for her, and she took advantage, bobbing her head up and down his shaft, feeling him lengthen and harden. The entire time, Norman was still working his thick fingers in and out of Grace's pussy, curling his fingers upward to tease her G-spot, keeping her well aroused as he tried to relax and let his wife get him where he needed to be.
After a few moments, he laid a hand on the back of Bonnie's head, indicating he was ready. She looked up at him and kissed him once more before returning to her side of the bed. "I love you," she whispered.
"I love you, too," he replied before looking down at Grace. He took the wetness that remained on his fingers and coated the head of his cock with it, pumping up and down the shaft a few times for good measure. "You ready?"
Grace looked up at him, smiling nervously, and nodded. "God, it feels like it's my first time all over again," she commented, laughing timidly.
Norman let out a breath of a laugh. "Try and relax. I'll go slow." With that he lined himself up with her entrance and slowly began to push into her. "Relax, Grace. I can feel you tensing up."
She took in and released a deep breath. "Sorry. I'm trying. Maybe if you just...go."
"You're sure?" he asked, his voice laced with concern. "I don't want to hurt you or anything."
Grace shook her head, "I'll be okay. It's just because I'm nervous. It's okay."
With one last glance at Bonnie, Norman thrust deep inside Grace, causing her to cry out. He stilled inside her, letting her get accustomed to his sudden intrusion. "Oh my god...it's definitely been a while," Grace said in a strained voice. After a moment, she nodded to Norman, indicating she was ready for him to move.
He began to move within her, still very slowly. He lowered himself on top of her, wrapping one arm behind her neck, the other hand resting on her hip, pushing into her in slow controlled thrusts.
Bonnie watched both of their faces, not sure where else to look. Grace and Norman both had their eyes closed again. Judging by the lines of concentration creasing his forehead, Norman was focused on just the sheer mechanics of the act, so lost in trying to achieve the final result that he couldn't bring himself to finish. Meanwhile, Grace had her face scrunched up, her teeth biting hard into her lower lip. Bonnie knew that face: it was the face she made when she was trying to stay quiet because the boys were just down the hall while Norman worked his magic on her and she didn't want to allow any of her cries of ecstasy to be heard.
Somehow knowing what she had to do to help both of them, she moved closer to Norman and pulled up on his shoulders. "Baby, lean back," she coaxed, guiding him to a more upright position. She positioned Graces legs so her ankles were on Norman's shoulders. "It's okay, Gracie," she spoke softly to her friend, "let it out. It'll help." With that she turned back to her husband and kissed him, grabbing his hand and placing it on her breast. She could feel him still thrusting as they kissed, and eventually Grace took her advice and began to moan in time with his movements. She grew louder and louder, losing herself in the feeling of it all. At the same time, Norman's kisses grew more insistent as he began groaning into Bonnie's mouth.
The new angle and added tightness of this position were helping him find his pace and apparently hit Grace in just the right spot. Soon she was crying out and had an iron grip on the sheet beneath her. Norman finally found his release, following Grace over the edge of her orgasm.
When he pulled out of her, Grace brought her knees up to her chest and wrapped her arms around them, holding herself in such a way that none of Norman's semen would end up leaking out of her. As she caught her breath she looked over at the married couple and gave them a grateful smile. "Thank you...both of you...for this. I know it wasn't easy for either of you, but it means so much to me." With that she relaxed her head against her pillow. "I love you both so much," she whispered.
"I love you, Gracie," Bonnie said softly as she brought her husband into her arms, holding him close. "And I love you," she bent her head to kiss him sweetly, "so very, very much."
"I love you, too," he murmured, then yawned and drifted off to sleep.
Good lord was this hard to write. The next couple chapters should be easier. Like it? Hate it? Let me know in the comments. Thanks for reading!