The Yum Factor - pt.4

This has been a long time in coming, but here it is... The Yum Factor saga continues...

Saturday - Feb 23rd


Saturday at work was a very slow day. I kept myself busy by playing games on my computer - and I did a lot of thinking about what happened Friday night. Mr. Yummy is not the first friend that Hubby and I have approached about hooking up. Although, believe it or not, I have never had a threesome with two men. There have been instances where I have been with another man while Hubby sat in the corner and watched, then Hubby would have his way afterwards; We have had threesomes with other women; We have had couple swaps when I have watched Hubby f* another woman, while her husband and I had fun. Shoot! I've even "stolen" a girlfriend from Hubby, LOL - he f*ed her one night, and then she and I ended up intimately involved for several months after, which is kind of a running joke now between Hubby and I. :) Then, of course, there are the numerous men that I have been with alone, but in all these years, I have never had a threesome with two men in bed with me at one time. That's crazy, right? But it's the sad truth, lol

You can only imagine how turned on I was at the thought of finally having two men at the same time. It would be a fantasy come true for me! And, obviously, I really like Mr. Yummy! Not just because he's yummy, but I completely trust him, he and hubby are good friends, and he really is a good guy all around, being yummy on top of it all, so he was the perfect candidate for this experience. The fact that he is more comfortable with a threesome with us just blew me away. That's precisely the reason I haven't had an MFM yet - because the men I have been with so far just haven't been up to the challenge. I don't know if it's a homophobic thing, or what, but most men I get together with usually give a resounding "NO" when it's brought up. After a while I quit trying, and settled for being satisfied in other ways.

Needless to say, I'm thrilled at Mr. Yummy's comfort level on the threesome. Although now I don't understand why he doesn't want to be alone with me. I hate when I'm thrown for a loop, and this one has me looping all over the place, lol - Especially after the night he invited me to "sleep" with him.

So...While I'm at work on Saturday thinking about all this, I started to get excited about telling Big T what happened the night before, because she was otherwise preoccupied that night, and we hadn't really had a chance to talk. I couldn't wait to fill her in! And I also wanted to hear what had happened between her and her boy toy after we left. I waited for her to get to work. (She's the one that relieves my shift.)

I usually get off work at 4:00, and Big T usually arrives about 15 minutes prior so we can chat a little before I head out. But on this Saturday, she came in a full half hour early, which I didn't think too much about at the time. When she got there, she wasn't her usual chipper self, and I thought, "Uh oh - she's either got a really bad hangover, or things got worse last night after I left." So I kept things light-hearted and waited to hear what happened before I shared the news about Mr. Yummy and Hubby having their talk.

As Big T hangs up her coat, she says, "I was really bad last night." Knowing about her usual naughty antics, I said, "Yeah right! Spill the goods! LOL" She says, with a kind of wild look in her eyes, "No, I mean I was really bad last night." I thought, "Oh shit - something big happened last night." But still trying to keep things light-hearted, I said, "Oh honey, it can't be all that bad! What happened??" She said, "[Mr. Yummy] and I...", and before she finished her sentence, I said, "You F*ed [Mr. Yummy] last night." She nodded her head to say yes, and our 12 year friendship ended at that moment.

I was so stunned, I was speechless. And let me tell you, that doesn't happen very often. You just don't f* with another girlfriends playmates! It's that simple. I just stood there dumbfounded, like every thought in my mind high-tailed it out of my brain. When I finally started to collect myself, I looked at her and said, "Tell me." The fear on her face was that of someone who was preparing to get her ass kicked in a big way. Fortunately for her, I'm not like that. Then she told me what happened.

According to her, after Hubby and I left that night, she got left by her boy toy. He apparently walked her to a gas station across the street so she could use the bathroom, and while she was in there, he just disappeared on her. She managed to get in touch with Beauty, and I guess Beauty had already taken off with Mr. Yummy and a few other peeps, believing that Big T had left her behind, but they all came back and picked her up, and headed over to Mr. Cinco de Mayo's house where they all ended up in the hot tub. Then, according to her, she and Mr. Yummy got out of the hot tub at the same time, headed into the house to dry off and get dressed at the same time, and she ended up F*ing in Mr. Cinco de Mayo's bedroom. According to her, "It just happened."

I listened quietly as she spewed her story, still in shock at what I was hearing. Then I turned around, without a word, and started packing up to go home. I didn't know what to say to her. I was in a total state of disbelief. Then she starts telling me how sorry she was, again how it "just happened", and how she told Mr. Yummy not to tell me, that she needed to tell me. She says, "It was only for a few minutes, and I stopped it because I thought of you." Like that's supposed to make it alright. Then she begins making excuses for why it happened, like she's trying to analyze her stupidity. I said, "There is no excuse." Then I finished packing up to go home, and I walked out the door.

When I got in my car to go home, I was shaking so bad I couldn't drive, so I sat there smoking a cigarette trying to compose myself. Hubby and I were supposed to go over to Mr. Yummy's that same night for a tattoo party. So now, not only was I dealing with Big T's news, but I had to see Mr. Yummy too. In addition to that, Hubby was really looking forward to getting a tattoo that night, and with Mr. Yummy being such a good friend of Hubby's, I was afraid of how Hubby might react when I told him about what had happened. It was a real dilemma for me as to whether or not I should tell Hubby right away, because I didn't want to spoil his tattoo time, and I didn't want to cause problems with their friendship. Never mind my feelings on this one, right? I decided that I wouldn't tell Hubby before the party. Then I went home, tried to act like nothing happened, which was hard as hell, because I was in total shock. But we got ready, as planned, and headed downtown.

When we got to Mr. Yummy's, I walked in and the first thing I did was try to make eye contact with him. He wouldn't look me in the eye. Then I see Beauty, who's there to get her very first tattoo, and she walks up to me and asks me if I'm okay. I said, "I guess you know." She said, "Yeah, I was there last night, and I just got off the phone with Big T. I don't want to get in the middle of this, but I just want to make sure you're okay." I said, "No, I'm not okay. I feel like I've just been stabbed in the back." Then Beauty and I sat down in an out of the way spot and had a little talk.

It turns out that while Big T is telling me how guilty she feels, apparently that was all bullshit. Beauty says, "I really don't think they did anything. They weren't back there that long." I said, "Why would Big T put herself through the ordeal of telling me, if it wasn't true." I was getting visions of the look on Big T's face when she told me. Then Beauty tells me about the car ride home. She says, "While we were giving Mr. Yummy a ride home, she was running her fingers through his hair, trying to talk him into letting her spend the night at his house, with some cutesy little comment about how she could help him sleep better, but Mr. Yummy told her no." Well, thank the Gods for at least that much, right? Because, honestly, if I found out she f*ed him that night at his house, I would have walked out the door that very second. I said, "I'm completely stunned at all this. After all that she and I have shared with each other, especially after our conversation last night ... I don't understand." Beauty agreed, after having been present for the conversation the night before, that she didn't understand either. That was the end of the conversation, and I spent the rest of the evening to myself, sort of lost in my own thoughts.

As it turns out, the tattoo artist never showed up that night, so the tattoo party was a total bust. The whole time we were there waiting for him, 4 hours in all, Mr. Yummy completely avoided me. At one point while we were all waiting, Mr. Yummy and a few of his buddies headed to the basement to have a jam session. Hubby wanted to go down, so he grabbed me and we went together. Hubby kept trying to get me to sing, but I really wasn't in the mood. I feigned a few verses here and there, but that's about it. Of course, Hubby kept asking me what was wrong, and I just told him I was tired. Eventually he accepted that, and stopped asking me. Then it came time to go home.

Hubby and I are in the car, heading down the highway, and I said to him, "You ready for this one? You won't believe what happened. Guess who [Mr. Yummy] f*ed?" He jokingly replies, "Who? Big T? LOL" I looked at him and said, "Yes." After a few seconds, like he couldn't believe what he was hearing, he says, "No way! I was kidding!" I said, "It's no joke." Then I proceeded to tell him what happened at work, and let him know what Big T and Beauty had told me.

Hubby was as surprised as I was to hear what happened, although, it affected us differently. Quite honestly, this was a major blow to my ego. Here this guy has been holding me off (and that's putting it mildly), then he turns around a f*s one of my closest friends here?!? On the very same night he and Hubby finally had their little talk, no less. All I could think was, "Wow." Of course, there was this whole conversation between Hubby and I on the way home that night about why I didn't tell him sooner, which I explained. He kept telling me I should have told him sooner, but then he forgave me, and we began to discuss the issue at hand.

What it basically came down to was that I wasn't nearly as pissed off at Mr. Yummy as I was Big T. Mr. Yummy and I had the whole conversation, previously, about how he was just looking for some unattached fun in the sack, where Big T flat out betrayed our friendship, because she knew everything that was going on, and f*ed him anyway. On her part, it was just wrong, no matter how you cut it. On his part, well, it was wrong there too, to put me off like that and then f* her, but when we look at the reality, what normal, recently divorced 28 year old male would turn down the chance to get laid when the opportunity presents itself?? The irony of that one, right? Because apparently, any normal, single, 28 year old male wouldn't turn that chance down...except with me. Which I TOTALLY don't understand. Let me tell you, while Big T is cute and all, when she's dressed - undressed is a whole different story... ewwww! We're talking serious fat, flab and cellulite hell. Not to be cruel, but she's no prize in the figure department. I couldn't help thinking that he's an idiot, and with that, we went to bed that night, and I tried not to think about it anymore. Yeah, right.

The Yum Factor Finale is right around the corner... stay tuned!

xoxo