"Well, to us."
"Yes, to us."
The bar is crowded tonight. There must have been a show at the venue down the street. It always gets a little crazy right after. You and I are tucked into our favorite corner at the table furthest away from the speakers and near the back patio door. This should feel like a normal Friday night, but it definitely doesn't. Not for me, at least, and likely not for you either.
Usually, it's just you and me here having cheap cocktails and chatting about our day or what we want to have for dinner this weekend. But tonight, we've got different plans. We're waiting for someone. Someone who we met online.
I kiss you softly, reassuringly. You've been nervous, excited, nervous
and
excited, ever since we got here. I admit, I'm actually more nervous than I'm letting on.
"Are you really sure you want to do this?"
"Yeah, yeah, I'm sure," I say, perhaps a little too flippant. "I mean, we can take it slow. And if we don't like it, then we just cancel. Right?"
You nod, but I can still see the questions going around in your head. "Of course," you say. "What's most important is that all three of us are comfortable and having fun. If either of us—you, me, or him—aren't, then, of course, we'll stop right away."
I thought I was okay with this when we were talking with this guy on the app a few days ago, but now that it's about to happen, I'm getting nervous. Really nervous.
I'm not sure that I want to share my beautiful wife with someone else, much less a stranger. I have to remind myself that this is just as much my fantasy as yours. We discovered this shared interest in you getting fucked by another man not long ago. That was partially born out of the fact that we're both a little submissive in bed.
I take another sip of my drink. I'm tempted to suggest that we just cancel and head home. That's when I hear footsteps getting closer to us.
"Hi."
I look up from my drink to find a tall man wearing black jeans and a plain white t-shirt hovering beside our table. Yep, that's him. Well, no turning back now.
I clear my throat. "Oh, hi, are you—?"
"Oh, hey, yeah," you cut me off. "Glad you're here." He reaches down to hug you and you quickly get to your feet. The embrace is a little longer than necessary. You stay standing beside him and have to tilt your head up to reach his gaze.
I stay in my seat, unsure what to do with myself. Finally, he looks over at me and holds out his hand for me to shake. His eyes are narrow and there's a look of something in them. Triumph maybe, like he's just performed some kind of conquest. I've always battled a bit of social anxiety in my life and this situation is no different. I have no idea what to say, but he quickly takes the reins.
"So, what did you have in mind for tonight?" He smiles.
You tuck your hair behind your ear. "Well, um, like we were talking about yesterday, my husband and I, " You glance down at me for a single second before returning your attention to him. "We have a really nice sex life, but, sometimes, I... I want something a little...
rougher.
If you know what I mean."
"Yeah, I do."
"So, we thought we would invite someone else to join us in bed. Just to try something new."
His smile grows and he lets his eyes wander over your body, which he obviously likes. I squirm a little in my chair, just watching him look at you. "Alright, well," he says. "How about we continue this conversation somewhere a little more private?"
He sounds a little arrogant, I won't lie, but it's more charming than thinking he's better than other people. You can hardly take your eyes off this handsome stranger. It's hard to know what I'm feeling right now, but my mind keeps flashing with images of this guy fucking you. Up against the wall or bent over the bed. And then me, just watching him give you what you've been craving.
You glance back at me and nod, excitement in your eyes. I give you back a small, reassuring smile. No turning back now. The three of us leave the bar together, although I'm a bit isolated walking behind you two.
When we get to the hotel room, he sits down on a small loveseat and pulls you down beside him. There's no room for me, so I drop down into an armchair a few feet away. I knew that tonight would mostly involve me watching and not participating, but I'm starting to feel a little turned on just watching you two.
His hand sits gently on your knee and slowly caresses upwards. His fingers trail across your thigh. "Hey."
"Hey," you meet his gaze and it's like the sexual tension between you two is physical like I can reach out and grab it.
"So, listen," he starts, "I love playing a dominant role in bed, but I'm only into women. Not guys. Especially not guys who don't know what they want. Or how to properly give their girlfriend pleasure."
My brow furrows. I know I should feel insulted. But actually, I feel kind of turned on. The idea that I haven't been pleasing you and he's going to show me how to do it. I can feel my breath catch a little in the back of my throat.
You look over at me with an almost apologetic smile. I can tell you want to keep going. You're just making sure that I'm okay with this.
"I'll make you a deal. I'll fuck you better than anyone has ever fucked you tonight. Better than you've been fucked in your wildest dreams. And your little friend here can watch us both." He grins and glances over at me. "If you're lucky, he might even learn a thing or two. What do you say?"
Your face flushes slightly and you gently bite your bottom lip. I know you well enough to see that the sharpness of his words, his intense demeanor, all of it is driving you wild. You look over at me once again and I give you a little nod. I can't wait to hear you moan. I can't wait to see you bent over this bed getting fucked.
"I—" I start, but he cuts me off.
"I wasn't asking you," he snaps before turning back to you with a too-charming grin. "Want to be mine for tonight?"
You nod up at him, staring submissively into his eyes. You must be getting so wet right now. You've begged me so many times to dominate you in bed, but it's just something I'm not very good at. Something I can't provide for you.
"Good."
You smooth your hands down your thighs. "Let me get changed really quick."
