I was with a bunch of my mates in the pub and we were being our normal loutish selves.  The game was to give any girls or women entering the pub a mark out of ten.  There had been a few eights and nines but no tens, in fact, in the main they were scoring fours and fives.  Then I spotted a real stunner just coming in and held up my ten card and said, “I would.” 

I couldn’t understand why Robert started to get upset.  It was when one of our other mates nudged me and whispered that it was Robert’s fiancée.  I had been about to say something else but quickly decided to clam up.  Robert left our group and went and sat with the bunch of girls that had come in with Andrea (Andy).  Nearly all the girls in her group were nines or tens with only one scoring below a seven.

It was about two weeks later and I had totally forgotten the incident in the pub with Robert and bumped into him in the car shop.  After normal Watsup’s, well that was normal for us. He asked had I spoken to any of the other lads at the pub.  I had to confess that as my car was off the road and I was having grief with my landlady I hadn’t been out much and I hadn’t seen or spoken to them.  I asked why.

Robert said he appreciated that I found his fiancée good enough to mark as a ten.  Then he asked if I meant what I had said.  To be honest I couldn’t remember what I had said.  Robert reminded me that I had said that I would.  He asked did I mean it.  I told him that being a ten, of course I would fuck her if I was ever lucky enough to get the opportunity.  I saw a smile spread across Robert’s face.  We talked for a few more minutes and then went our own ways.

It was a few weeks later when I was in the pub with the normal crew.  I was telling them that the grief with my landlady had got worse.  When asked why, I confessed that she had guessed that I was fucking her daughter at every opportunity.  They laughed that would do it.  I added that it wasn’t so much that I was fucking her daughter so much as I had turned her down several times.  That caused a lot of laughter, but I pointed out that it was no laughing matter, and that I had been given a week to pack and get out.  I asked had anyone a couch I could crash on.  There were no replies.

Later when I went for a pee Robert followed me into the toilets and as we both stood peeing he asked did I really need somewhere to crash.  I told him that I did need somewhere and pretty quickly as I only had four days left of my week.  Robert said that I could crash at his as he had a spare room.  He said it wasn’t much but it would help me out until I found myself somewhere new.  I thanked him and told him I was ready to move as soon as he said I could move in.  Robert told me his address and we agreed that I could turn up the following evening.

The room was pretty cramped, especially by the time I had put all my boxes of stuff on the floor.  Robert told me that he would start tea.  At that moment Andy arrived home.  She looked a little surprised that I was already there and settled.  After tea Robert informed us that he had a meeting he had to attend.  As he left he gave me a wink.  Was he offering me the chance of having a crack at his fiancée, and if he was, did she know what was on offer.

Robert had been gone less than two minutes when Andy came and sat on my lap and planted a kiss on my lips.  That answered that question.  Yes she knew and yes she appeared up for it.  I suggested going up to my room.  Andy agreed that it sounded the right thing to do.  At least if Robert came back it wouldn’t be right in his face.

Andy looked even better naked than the ten that I had marked in the pub.  We enjoyed oral sex for some while before Andy wanted me to fuck her doggy style.  We went a second round with Andy on her back.  Then as we lay resting we heard the front door open and shut.  Andy grabbed her clothes and rushed to hers and Robert’s room.  A short while later I heard Robert giving Andy her third fucking of the evening.

The next day Andy asked had I enjoyed his fiancée.  I told him that I had and she was every bit a twelve.  He knew what I meant.  After that night Robert would go out usually twice a week and leave me with Andy.  It was almost a year before I was invited to their wedding.  I though it ironic that Robert asked me to be his best man.  I would have preferred to have gone on the honeymoon, but I did best man as requested.

Now as a married couple, on their return, I wondered where that left me.  I quickly found out when Robert went out as usual and I ended up in bed with Andy.  Nothing new there, but what I didn’t know was that Andy had gone out the front door and returned straight away by the back door.  I was between Andy’s legs giving her a good licking when I realised that Andy was stood there watching us.  For a split second I was in a panic.

I needn’t be as I saw that Robert had his cock out and was slowly wanking himself.  Knowing he wasn’t angry and I wasn’t about to have to look for somewhere else to live I dived back in.  After a good licking I gave Andy a good fucking.  Straight after I had come Robert was between Andy’s legs cleaning her pussy out.  Then he gave Andy a second fucking.

From that evening onwards I would get invited to join them in their bedroom.  Now some six years on I still haven’t looked for anywhere else to live.  Why would I?  Bed, breakfast, and a bunk up and to add to that Andy is still a twelve.