Dancing with Love

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To make a long story short, Jules was thrilled by the idea of dancing and admitted he had not a lot of experience, but was eager to learn. The rehearsals started almost immediately and we had to adapt a lot of them to our work schedules. Jules had the easiest part as he had a 9 to 5 job in an office as an administrative assistant. He was happy with his job where the responsibilities were reduced and left him with a lot of leisure time. He also had his week-ends for himself. For my part I had the power to decide when I was going to work or not. I just got a new computer program that allowed me to design as much as I wanted from anywhere. My time at the office was more dedicated as a meeting point with clients and to have the blue prints finished on paper. The most difficult part for our rehearsals was Jeremy as he could be called at any time for emergencies, but he managed quite well once he made some arrangements with a colleague of his and that they installed a kind of guard service so that the other one could have some free time.

Mrs Anderson had a lot of work with us. First of all she had to teach the basic steps to Jeremy and Jules. She had said that Jeremy was elegant and moved with grace and that was confirmed during the first lessons. Jules was another kind of story. He was a quick learner but not really moving like Mrs Anderson wanted which made the lessons with him a little harder. Nonetheless, she had her ways to teach and as Jules was eager to learn and showed a lot of willingness, we could clearly see a positive evolution.

The first month of rehearsals was the toughest one, but also very rewarding. I danced with Jeremy most of the time, but also spent quite some hours with Jules. I also enjoyed immensely seeing Jeremy and Jules dance together. What Mrs Anderson loved the most was that we were all three really connected when dancing, being it with waltz, tango, rumba, quick-step or salsa. Those were the five dances that were mandatory for the contest. She didn't have to tell us twice to have a visual connection while dancing as it came naturally to us. She announced she had found the perfect music and an idea for the choreography. Where her idea was to have Jules as a back-up, suddenly changed as she wanted the three of us dancing together! That had never been seen in a contest and she reserved it specially for our free number where music and choreography were our own choice and not imposed by the organization. To make her idea clear to us, she made me dance with Rachel and herself. Rachel and I were so used to dance together that with only a few instructions, we understood what Mrs Anderson wanted. We executed a dance and Mrs Anderson cut in several time so as having me dancing with Rachel, then with Mrs Anderson and sometimes Rachel with her. It gave us an idea what she had in mind. I loved it. Jules and Jeremy loved it as well but wondered if they would ever get to that level of dancing.

-Yes, you will, Mrs Anderson said, because you have the necessary connection. I won't say it will be easy, but you will achieve that dance if you continue practicing as much as you do now. All three of you have the necessary eagerness to learn and enjoy yourselves on the dance floor. You just have to follow the instructions and you will see that you will bring me a gold medal. I don't doubt a second about that!

She knew how to motivate new dancers and showing her skills on the dance floor with whoever was present, was certainly an asset. The years and years of dancing made her the perfect person to teach, being it the leading dancer or the dancer who had to follow.

At home, we could easily move the furniture away and have an open space in the living room. Jeremy and I often danced after dinner and when Jules was there he joined us. I thought it would be hard for them to learn the dances, but I was wrong. They enjoyed it enough to learn them quite fast. Mrs Anderson was on cloud nine with the evolutions of her two new dancers. Concerning the basic dances, they could perform them with whoever they danced. The biggest test was, of course, when Mrs Anderson asked them to lead the way with HER. She was beaming with pride when she saw the results.

That was the moment she chose to announce the song she wanted us to perform. Sam Smith's "Fire on Fire" was the song. Some parts of the song were slow and very romantic, whereas others were quicker and more energetic. She wanted us to learn the lyrics by heart as to know what song we were dancing on. She also wanted us to represent a couple and a friend of the couple, explaining that sometimes the friendship is more than just friendship and that the difference between love and friendship is a VERY thin line.

-The love I am talking about is friendship but with sexual intercourse, where as friendship is love without the sexual part...

I had never heard Mrs Anderson talking like that, but it was quite obvious what she meant. The idea she had for a dance with three people was absolutely brilliant and would attract the attention as it had never been done in a contest like that. The unexpected thing with her explanations was that Jeremy, Jules and I had an even deeper connection. I talked about it with Jeremy and we both loved the way we interacted with Jules. At the same time it scared us a little as well. We had the feeling Jules wanted more sometimes.

-You mean to have a threesome? Jeremy asked.

-I don't know... It is just that Jules is always alone. He told us what he had with Axel and the frustration that followed their relationship. There was also the influence of Damian... Sometimes I have the feeling Jules is a bit lost and is struggling with his inner feelings. Axel isn't there anymore. Damian is, but he was in love with Axel, not with Jules. I don't know how to put it... but their common interest in Axel probably created a bond between the two of them. On the other hand, Jules seems to have something against Damian. With all the frustrations and uncertainties, I think he is turning towards us, searching for a connection he misses.

-I guess you are right and he won't tell us straight in our face as he most probably doesn't even know himself what it is he wants. In the case he is indeed looking for a more intimate relationship with us, would you want it? Is it something you would be looking forward to?

-I don't know Jeremy. Our sexual life is more than satisfactory and I have no need to include anyone else in that activity. With Jules I think it goes deeper than that. Since Claire died, he is more here than at his own place and I have nothing against that. I love to have him around. In a subtle way it is as if Claire never went away. I have that bond with Jules like I had with her. I respect Jules a hundred percent and I trust him with my life. It is the emotional side that is bothering me so to speak. I have the most satisfying life I could ever dream of, and that is thanks to you, but I also love it when Jules joins us and maybe I am a little too forward, but I miss him when he is not with us.

-I understand you wholeheartedly Al, because I feel the same. And now, with the dance rehearsals that feeling becomes even stronger. Mrs Anderson's words still are in my ears. When she mentioned the "friend" of a couple I didn't know what to think. I want to believe Jules is more than a friend. Some people would call him a brother or so... but as you said, it goes deeper than that. I understand that you say our sexual life is satisfactory, but in all honesty I have to admit that I already imagined what it would be if Jules joined us in our bed. I didn't act on that imagination because I have you and would never jeopardize what we have.

-Honestly? I have imagined it as well, but then again, we don't know how Jules would think about it although I have a strong suspicion.

-Really?

-Yes, otherwise I wouldn't even talk about it.

-Ok... Try to imagine you are coming home and you find me in bed with him. Imagine it with all your strength. What would be your reaction?

-Ufff... that is a tough one.

-Come on Al, use your imagination.

Just the idea of seeing Jeremy and Jules naked in our bed aroused me. My hard-on became really visible and I didn't do anything to hide it. Our relationship was based on honesty and transparency. That meant that I was certainly not going to hide a hard-on.

-I can see that the image of Jules and I doesn't leave you indifferent. Now, close your eyes and try to imagine it is Jules who is touching you...

I was hard as rock in a split second. Jeremy took the advantage to fumble with my belt and to open the buttons of my jeans, pulling them off my legs in one swift motion, leaving me on the sofa with an obscenely tented mini briefs. He kneeled between my legs, munching on my rod through the cotton of my underwear, making it wet and transparent, exciting me and arousing me like never before. I just loved it but closed my eyes again, imagining it was Jules servicing me. If Jules was anything nearly as good as Jeremy was treating me, sex with him would be incredible. But would it be sex...? Or would it be lovemaking...? It was not really the moment to ask philosophical questions. I was overwhelmed by Jeremy's actions, feeling his hot mouth on my confined cock, munching on it, licking it, wetting my little briefs. I felt his hot breath through the cotton and my scrotum was shrinking to the point my balls almost disappeared in my belly. In no time at all I was on the verge of cumming, breathing with difficulty and feeling my heart beating furiously.

Suddenly, Jeremy ripped my briefs apart, destroying them and freeing my rock hard manhood that slapped against my own belly with force, diving once again on it and engulfing it with such a hunger I had never seen before, lifting my legs high in the air. While sucking me fiercely, he pushed first one, then two fingers in my ass, going directly for my prostate and exciting it to the fullest. I knew I had to produce pre-cum by the bucket, but he didn't lose a drop of it, swallowing it as quickly as it came out of my piss-slit. When he added a third finger, I was dilated and open for him. He joined his tongue to his fingers, making my entrance slippery and wet. This uncontrolled way of attacking my ass was new and I loved it. I grabbed his hair and tried to push him even deeper in me, discovering a new strength while lovemaking, a physical strength, pushing my hips in his face while desperately trying to pull him deeper in me. This had nothing to do with our usual lovemaking. It was more a basic and animalistic urge to reach an orgasm.

When Jeremy got on his knees between my legs, his cock-head was immediately on my puckered and wet hole. There was apparently no time for a soft and romantic penetration, but a bestial entrance that took my breath away. He pushed his cock in one forceful thrust up to the hilt and started an in and out movement without the slightest delay, rubbing my prostate energetically and almost brutally. They were strong, rapid and deep thrusts and he reached places he had never touched before. It was new. It was unexpected and I loved it. His hips were in full control. For once he was not making love to me, but fucking me real hard, while pushing his tongue in my mouth and getting to my throat, almost cutting off the air that I breathed. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him to me, squeezing him fiercely, responding to his attack on my mouth, wrapping my legs around his lower back and pushing him into me with my heels on his buttocks. I heard myself asking him to go deeper, faster and harder. He did and without warning, he started to fill my bowels with his seed. Feeling the spasms of his cock on the walls of my ass, send me over the edge and I spurted a huge load between our bellies.

The groaning and moaning decreased. Our breaths came back to normal and our heartbeats slowed down. Jeremy lifted himself on his hands and arms, looking worried at my face.

-I'm so sorry, I should have controlled myself... I must have hurt you ... please, forgive me...

-Shttt... You didn't hurt me at all and I actually loved it. It was unexpected and certainly new. We have never gone that way, but I won't mind if we do it again...

-You did?

-Oh yes! It was marvelous. You reached places I didn't even know I had. Don't doubt about the fact I loved it. Look at my load... it is probably the biggest I ever shot.

Jeremy laughed out loud.

-Do we discover only now we have some kinky side?

I now understood his laughing and joined him in it. I had no idea if what we just had, was "kinky" but it was different to all we had done before. Isn't it so that people say that differences in food opens the appetite? Were we going to discover more hidden fantasies or fetiches? It was for us to walk on unknown paths, but there was a question I couldn't avoid to ask.

-Were you thinking about Jules while you entered me?

Jeremy was silent for a moment. Did he really have to think about it? Or was it just that he felt some guilt about it? I wanted to help him.

-Listen Jeremy. I do freely admit that I closed my eyes and thought it was Jules doing that to me. It was not difficult to imagine as this time it was so unexpected and new. My imagination had no problem in seeing Jules doing that... and I enjoyed it. I won't say that next time that Jules comes to visit, I will just jump on him and savagely rip off his clothes so that we can have sex, but if he initiates anything, I don't think I will reject him. That, of course, would only be if you are present or agree. Just like you said before, I love you and wouldn't do anything to jeopardize what we have.

Jeremy was suddenly deep in thoughts. Had I helped him by saying that? Or did I create a serious doubt in his head? I openly admitted I wouldn't mind having something with Jules. Thinking more about it, I realized I wouldn't accept that from anybody else. Did that mean I was developing feelings towards Jules? It probably did and it even confused me. I loved Jeremy from the bottom of my heart and with my whole being. Did I doubt about him and let my heart look for someone else? No, it didn't. I would never give up on Jeremy. He was my rock and I didn't think anybody could ever replace that. Jules was something else. I felt a caring feeling for him, an urge to protect him. Was the sexual activity part of that care and protecting feeling? I didn't know.

-Yes, Al, I was indeed thinking about him. Not really consciously but the image of his face came more than once to my mind. I couldn't imagine his body as I have never seen him without clothes, but his face was definitely there. Why I became more.... brutal... is a mystery for me. It is not something I fantasize about. It is not something I always wanted to do. I have to admit that long before I met you, I once had an anonymous sexual encounter where I didn't think for one second about that guy's pleasure. It was instinctive and animalistic fucking where my only purpose was to get off as quickly as possible and afterwards, I even felt dirty, but I remember clearly I shot my load very fast and didn't get any satisfaction at all...

He was once again lost in his thoughts, but spoke them out aloud after a few moments.

-But with Jules, I don't know what it is. Yes, indeed, I see Claire in him. I am not in love with him but wouldn't mind explore a little more. I don't say I would initiate anything with him, but if it happens I don't think I would reject it, but only if you agree. I repeat it : I don't want to jeopardize what we have for a few minutes of fun. For the moment it is just a fantasy. I must say I am a bit scared what all this could lead to if we indulge other people to enter our sexual activities. We hear so much about people with open relationships and we know it never lasts long. It is like tempting fate. It could be fun indeed, but what will happen if some kind of feelings start to grow on us, towards a third party in our bed? You could fall in love with Jules or Jules can fall in love with me... What do we do then? I don't feel any insecurity about my feelings for you and I am convinced you don't have any issue with me. Including Jules COULD initiate something new, isn't it?

Jeremy had a point there. It was not about us, but about the third party we would accept. Indeed, it was a fantasy. Can a fantasy become reality? I had no experience with that. It had never happened to me. I was happy with Jeremy and didn't think about anybody else. Could we talk about infidelity if we thought about someone else while in sexual intercourse? I guessed there was a huge difference between a thought and acting on it. The thought could become a reality and turn out to be a total deception, but it could also turn out to be something fantastic. The question that popped up in my head before if it was fucking or lovemaking, confused me now. Jeremy and I were in a serious relationship and even talked about getting married. We were convinced about the other's feelings, but were we strong enough to face a physical interaction with a third person?

-Listen Al, don't let this conversation getting to us. You mentioned that Jules probably wants more than what we have now, but we can't know that for sure. It is good that we can openly talk about such a situation and know what to do if it ever happens. If I get home, or you, and we find the other in a sexual situation with Jules, we will not be stunned by something neither of us expected. We now know the possibility exists. We agree that we don't need it but that we wouldn't necessarily reject it either. I think that it makes us even stronger together that we know the other one is accepting us like we are. We are no angels and we know that the mind can be strong, but the flesh weak. We are not flawless. It doesn't mean either that we open the door to anybody that comes by. We are talking about Jules, who is my brother-in-law and dear friend, just like he is your friend as well. It is not a question of being altruistic and help Jules with his inner feelings, although it is something I would do. Our relationship comes first and even if it sounds egoistic, it is my point of view. I would never give you up just to help someone else. You are my absolute priority.

It was getting late and we went to bed, not sleeping before we shared a romantic and passionate kiss. You know, one of these kisses that eats you alive. In the morning I woke up remembering very clearly one image of the painting in the living room, but with two men standing at the edge of the lake, naked and about to kiss. By instinct I knew who the two men were: Jules and Damian. I didn't have the slightest doubt about it. I wondered if it was just a dream or if I had to find a deeper meaning about it. I couldn't remember anything else. I say they were about to kiss, but there was no image of them actually kissing. Did it mean there was some kind of rapprochement between the two of them? Or was it Axel's heart in my chest that was dictating those images? Did it mean that Jules and Damian were destined to get closer to each other or was it just a wishful thinking of Axel that was coming out? I talked about it with Jeremy who listened very carefully.

-I guess it could be Axel's wishful thinking that provoked the image, but it could also be that you, unconsciously, want Jules to be less lonely and that you see Damian as a possibility.

That was an interesting point of view. The painting and the two lovers of Axel were obviously related. Maybe I was searching too far for an explanation. Jeremy's view was certainly something to count with. It would be worth it to investigate a little more and hear if Jules and Damian had had any contact since Axel passed away. I knew it was none of my business what they did and if they had kept in touch with each other or not. I couldn't be that blunt to ask Jules without any detour. Jeremy was convinced that Jules would mention anything if he had any kind of romantic feeling towards anybody. After all, we were friends and very open about everything. We spoke freely about any subject although we suspected Jules was a bit more secretive about his own feelings. What I had seen as Jules searching for a closer contact with us, was maybe something totally different, meaning he had developed feelings towards Damian, but didn't know how to raise the subject with us. I am no psychologist and even if I was quite a good judge of characters, I could make mistakes as well.

The rehearsals went on. Mrs Anderson was not satisfied anymore with a "Good" or even a "Very Good". She aimed for nothing less than "Prefect" or "Amazing". Every rehearsal began with the five basic dances where Rachel was included most of the time so to have two couples dancing. Once Mrs Anderson was satisfied, we switched over to what we now called our song. There were video cameras installed and we could watch ourselves dancing on the huge television screen. It was also the best way to observe where we eventually did something wrong. As Jeremy had to go to a convention about medical technologies, he was replaced by Mrs Anderson so that the rehearsals wouldn't be stopped. During that rehearsal I danced with Jules almost all the time and it was not my imagination that he had a hard-on all the time. After our normal rehearsals, Jules always came with us for a late meal and there was no reason to change that, although Jeremy was not there. Was it because of Jeremy's absence that Jules got more excited? Was he expecting more because it would be only the two of us? Jeremy and I had talked about it, but I was not really looking forward to it, even if Jules was quite attractive. I mean... it all depended on the reason why he eventually would want to have sex. Of course, I also would prefer Jeremy to be there if it happened.

While we ate, we talked mostly about the dance and the upcoming contest, but I could sense there was something else on Jules' mind and I had a strong suspicion about what it was. I wasn't going to do the first step in that direction. When we were cleaning the table and the kitchen, Jules came behind me and wrapped his arms around my chest, his lips grazing my neck. Just like when we were dancing, there was no denial about his state of excitement. I did nothing to encourage him, but neither to reject him. I could feel he was in need of physical contact and just the idea of it aroused me. Even if I was not eager to have sex with Jules in absence of my husband, my manhood had a mind of its own and grew to its full size. I tried to be as nonchalant as possible, asking him if he wanted coffee or liquor, but he did answer, grinding his pelvis against my ass.

-Yes, I want coffee but only if you put your cream in it, Jules said.

There was no way to be clearer than that. I had mixed feelings and didn't know how to react. I was thinking about Jeremy who was in another city, and on the other hand I had a hard-on grinding my ass through the fabric of my trousers. I couldn't just give-in to the excitement and have some sexual relieve. Even if Jeremy and I had talked about it and I knew he would not be angry or mad, I felt guilty. We had vowed from the early beginning to have a monogamous relationship and letting Jules go on with what he was doing, was going to endanger that concept. I gently pushed him a little away and suggested to go and sit in the living room and talk. He was obviously disappointed and at the same time I also detected some guilt in his eyes. As soon as we were sitting he started to apologize.

-I am sorry if I crossed a line I was not supposed to. I hope you understand I feel very much attracted to you Al and it is the first time we are alone. This opportunity for me is too good to be true to let it pass by. I had to take a chance. Please accept my apologies if I made you feel uncomfortable. That was certainly not my purpose.

-Apologies accepted Jules and I am flattered in a way. You are quite attractive yourself... but you know I am with your brother-in-law and I consider you as mine as well. We all three have a very good relationship and I enjoy your company as much as Jeremy does. Do you understand that there are a lot of questions running through my head? The first one being what your intentions are. Is it just to have some sexual fun and then forget about it?

-Nooo... It may come as a surprise to you, but since there is the suspicion that maybe it is Axel's heart beating in your chest, I truly and sincerely fell in love with you and I want to show you how much. I don't want to have sex with you Al, I want to make love to you...

-Even knowing I am in love with Jeremy and that we have plans to get married?

-I am not jealous...

-Excuse me Jules, but with what you told us about your relationship with Axel, you ARE jealous. You are a man of one man and that is also the reason you seem to hate Damian or at least have a serious dislike about him. Do you realize you have more in common with him than what you are thinking? The first common point is that you both loved the same man and it is not because there is a possibility that Axel's heart is beating in my chest, something we don't know for sure, that I become like him. I am who I am and you can't compare me with Axel.

Jules' eyes were moist and I knew he was on the verge of letting his tears roll down on his cheeks. That was of course not my intention, but the truth had to be said out loud. I felt miserable to be so direct with him. I went to sit next to him and take him in my arms, trying to comfort him.

-Listen Jules, I love you very much as well, but as a friend, not as a lover. My man is Jeremy and I hope you can understand and accept that. I am not rejecting you and I want you to know I have been talking about you with Jeremy because we noticed you were feeling really alone and that you deserve better than that. We both so much appreciate you and want you to be happy.

That was the trigger for his tears to flow freely. He clung to me and I let him let off steam as I guessed he needed to. We stayed in that position for quite awhile till the sobbing decreased. He was in a desperate state. He took me by surprise when he kissed me on my lips, pushing his tongue forward as to enter my mouth. I unconsciously parted my lips a little and his tongue didn't let the chance go by, invading my mouth and kissing me with an undeniable passion and frenzy. I didn't want to respond his kiss and letting him think I was interested after all. That tongue in my mouth was reaching far deeper than what I thought was possible and I responded anyway.

One thing lead to another. I felt his hand on my crotch and my cock had a mind of its own and grew to enormous proportions. I couldn't deny I was excited. The thing was that I grew a boner by just kissing and Jules seemed to be a real expert. I had to take his hand away, but I didn't. I already said it before: the mind is strong but the flesh is weak. He kept one arm behind my neck to avoid me to leave his embrace. His hand on my crotch was as expert as his kissing, meaning he had unbuttoned my jeans and fondled my cock and balls before I realized what was happening. His lips didn't leave mine while he was pushing me backwards so that I was laying on my back with his body on top of me. I knew I could push him away. Once again, I didn't. I didn't know how he did it, but my shirt was soon open and he dove down, licking and kissing my torso and, inevitably got to my nipples that he sucked and slightly bit on them. That was when I gave in to him without restriction and started to undress him as well.

When he suddenly stood up, I thought he had some remorse about what he was doing. I was wrong as he got up just to pull my jeans off of me. He was in a hurry as if he feared I would suddenly put an end to his ministrations. Just like Jeremy, he had that ability to undress very quickly and as soon as he was naked, he dropped on top of me, kissing me again with a new found hunger for my body. For me it was far too late to say no. I couldn't. The hormones in my body were wide awake and running through me. My excitement was far too high to stop anything at all. Our bodies were pressed together and our mouths were devouring each other. I started to caress every inch of skin I could reach, squeezing Jules in my arms and responding to his feverish kissing. Our cocks were pressed together and I was so hard, it almost hurt.

As the urge of the start slowly started to fade away, Jules became softer in his actions, more romantic. It was clear to me he didn't want sex, but making love. It was not that the intensity decreased, just his movements became unhurried. I could feel he was putting his heart and soul in this lovemaking. He paid particular attention to all of my reaction and adapted his actions to them. He traveled slowly from my mouth, over my nipples, towards my belly button that he licked out. Just before he was about to engulf my rock-hard manhood, he stopped dead in his tracks, staying motionless while looking at my face, but I couldn't read his. There was definitely lust in his eyes, but also a lot of confusion. In just a few seconds time, his hard-on disappeared completely. His cock was hanging there like a useless tool. His whole body was shaking and apart from the confusion, I detected a real nervousness. The over confident and sexual aggressive Jules was completely gone. I didn't know what to think or do. My own hard-on disappeared almost as fast as his. I sat upright looking at him with a quizzical expression on my face. Jules opened his mouth several times, but not a word came out of it, till...

-I can't do this...

The rest of his words sticked in his throat and didn't come out. His nervousness became even stronger while he dressed in a hurry as if his only thought was to leave our house. I had to prevent him to leave in his state. The first thing I did was to take his car keys from him and then took him in my arms and hugged him. It suddenly felt strange to feel his still bare skin of his chest against mine and my cock against his jeans. The hug had the desired effect and he calmed down.

-What's the matter Jules?

He couldn't look me in the face, staring at the floor.

-I have not been fair... You love Jeremy and I shouldn't have imposed my lust and desires on you. I guess I ruined our friendship.

-Why do you think so?

-I crossed a limit that I vowed never to cross. I told you my feelings and I couldn't keep them in control. I probably love you for the wrong reason...

-My God Jules, you didn't rape me and you didn't force me. I was a willing partner. As I said, Jeremy and I have talked about it and he will not be angry or mad. He knows the possibility exists and even agrees with it. So, why don't you sit down and let's talk about this.

Jules had a defeated look over him and was hesitant to just sit down. I pulled on my jeans and my shirt to cover up what was the object of his desire. We sat down and just at that moment my cell phone rang. I knew it was Jeremy. I picked up and quietly told him in which situation I was with Jules, insisting I was a willing participant in Jules' actions. Jeremy asked to speak to Jules.

To be continued...

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