Premise: The tomboy's girlfriend was too much for her to handle on her own. But the tomboy's brother was someone that her girlfriend wouldn’t mind having sex with, and that the tomboy wouldn’t feel all that threatened by. The girlfriend, knowing both of their love of professional wrestling has some ideas to make things more interesting though.

My brother and I were taking turns fucking my girlfriend. It wasn’t weird or anything, because we were never in the same bed together. I’d be fucking her, then I’d need a break and I’d slap my brother’s extended hand, tagging out just like in the professional wresting we loved to watch on tv. We had fun with the entire pro-wrestling angle, because my brother and I had been fans all of our lives. My girlfriend even drew up a contract for the event, and we had an official signing.

This may sound kind of weird to you, but my girlfriend had more lust than I was capable of satisfying, so if she was going to fuck someone else, it might as well be my brother. And of course, I had to be there to make sure it didn’t get too… something. Romantic, maybe? If we took turns, it also seems less weird somehow.

It was kind of hot watching her get fucked. Not specifically by him. I mentally edited him out. But to see her getting fucked by someone other than me, even though I was normally the jealous type. I couldn’t really get jealous of my brother somehow, which was how this all ended up working out for me.

I was riding her face, and just came for the third time that night. No, fourth. My brother could see that I was getting worn out, so he reached out his hand towards me for the tag.

I needed a break, and I knew my brother was lagging in the orgasms department, so I was more than happy to raise my hand up and start to bring it down towards his.

That’s when my girlfriend tagged him instead.

“Wait,” I said. “You can’t do that. You’re not on the same team.”

She claimed it was a Triple Threat match according to the contract she had drawn up and that we had all signed. That meant only two contestants in the ring at a time, and either of them could tag in the third.

I looked at my brother. He picked up the contract from the nightstand and actually read it this time. Even though she’d spent a lot of time working on it, we’d just signed it without looking too closely.

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I go through phases where I get obsessed with professional wrestling. Maybe not so much recently, but it did pay a big part in my life as a kid and at other times since then. I don't think I've ever done a script that was tied into that world, however loosely. It's kind of a silly idea, but hopefully it works.

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