Maggie's

Author's Note - This chapter dives fully into m/m sex as the characters continue to push their boundaries and explore their sexuality. If that does not interest you, no hard feelings. Otherwise, enjoy!

Chapter 6: The Interruption (Laura's Perspective)

My husband is the sexiest man alive. He's masculine, strong, and supportive while also being kind, thoughtful, and funny. He has a great body and a fantastic mind. I love having sex with him, and I can't wait until we have children together.

And I've come to realize, his absolute hottest moments are when he's sexually submissive to me and I'm fully in control.

Until the past few months, I had always considered myself to be naturally more submissive in bed. I've always enjoyed sex and been open to trying new things, but throughout my earlier relationships and even in my first few years with Chris, I preferred to let my partner take control.

Not anymore.

Ever since Chris and I started to experiment more in our sex life, getting into anal, toys, messy play, even pegging, the desire for me to take control has only grown. Over time, I've become the more dominant one in our sex life, and Chris has happily let me take on the role. He loves to please, and he happens to be fantastic at doing so.

In our sessions at Maggie's, while I still love when I'm the one getting tied and pied and sucked and fucked, I get an extra thrill when I'm the one in control, doing the tying and pieing and sucking and fucking.

Especially the fucking. Wow did I love fucking my husband in the ass. If you had asked me six months ago what I thought about pegging, I would've said something like, "sounds weird, not sure what's enjoyable about it for me, and I doubt my husband would be into it." But if you asked me now?

"I love pegging my husband. It's his ultimate sign of devotion to me, that he lets me fuck him in the ass. His body is so hot, doubly so for his tight butt, and he's especially sexy when he is submitting to me. And I love the feeling of being in control of him, feeling us smacking together and hearing him moan as I pound his sensitive spot."

No, I was not actually telling my girlfriends that. This was our secret, our kink together, our special sexual bond. Yes we shared that bond with Jac, and now a second friend knew our kinks after our experience with her friend Bre, but that was it. This was not gossip to be shared with girlfriends over mimosas, this was ours to howl together passionately in the night.

Now that we had expanded our sexual circle, a new seed of a fantasy had been planted in my mind. I loved Chris submitting himself to me, taking my faux phallus in his ass willingly, allowing me or Jac to snowball his own cum into his mouth and having him swallow it. It was the next step in his submissive journey though that I was beginning to crave. The thought of Chris submitting to me by allowing himself to be fucked by another man...holy shit would that be hot.

I couldn't get it out of my head. I imagined convincing my husband it was ok, how hot it would be to watch him suck a dick, to push his head down until his mouth enveloped the spongy helmet. My moistness grew as I could see myself preparing his ass for assault, using tongue and fingers to lube him up and ream him out as 8 inches of hot sausage stood waiting to take my place. Working it into his humid depths, hearing my hot husband moan as I guided the meaty invader past his inner ring to full penetration. I could just imagine...

"Damn, babe! You could've let me know you were this horny tonight and I would've left work early!"

I froze in surprise as Chris's laugh reached my ears. I hadn't noticed he'd come in, and here I was caught wet-handed! The guilt began to wash over me, even though I hadn't done anything, it still felt wrong to be fantasizing about my husband in that way. I glanced up and he must've seen the shame in my eyes.

"Hey, babe, there's nothing wrong with you fantasizing and playing with yourself when I'm not home! I'm just teasing you, you know that." He sat down on the bed and held my free hand. "You ok? Something wrong?"

I sat up and gave him a sheepish half-smile. "I'm fine babe! You just startled me a bit. I finished up work early and lost track of time and then wandered off into my own fantasies. Did not plan on playing with myself like this and just feel embarrassed."

Chris gave me a thoughtful look. "You seem more embarrassed than normal for me catching you strumming the base. Anything you want to talk about?"

Chris and I both prioritize communication as a keystone to our marriage. I do my best never to lie to him (aside from birthday gifts, surprises and that sort of thing). But with the potential impact that sharing this fantasy could have on our relationship, whatever came next, I was extremely tempted to lie. Keep this to myself, and enjoy the fun times we were already having with our expanded boundaries. That would be safer.

But, I love my husband, and want to be honest with him all of the time, no matter how embarrassing. So I took a deep breath, and began to share.

I told him about how much I was enjoying the dominant role, which he knew, and how pushing our boundaries and increasing role play was expanding my fantasy interests. I confessed how much I was getting off on him submitting to me anally, and loving the power trip that came with pegging his hot ass. And then I admitted the big one - that I was fantasizing about pushing him to be submissive to another man.

"I want to be clear, it's not that I want you to be gay or bi or anything you're not." I made sure to choose my words carefully as I explained myself. "What turns me on is the idea of you being so submissive to me that you'd be willing to do it when I push you to." I paused. "Aaaand it would be really hot to see a real flesh and blood cock forcing its way between those cute buns."

Looking at my husband as I finished my monologue, I could see him considering his response. I knew this was a lot to handle, so I held my tongue and let him think. He didn't appear upset, just thoughtful, which was a win already in my book. Eventually, he gave me a half smile and shrugged his shoulders.

"If you had told me this six months ago, I would've definitely thought you were fucking with me." He chuckled. "Our lives sure have changed over the past six months. And I mean that in a fun and crazy way!"

Clearly that wasn't an answer, so I waited for him to continue. "Honestly babe, I'm not sure what to think. I love you with all my heart, and I love making you happy and fulfilling your fantasies. And I'd be lying if I said I've never considered what it would be like to fool around with a guy. But that's a big, weird step to take that I'm not sure I'm ready for."

He looked at me apologetically. "Does that make sense? Sorry, I don't want to disappoint you, but I can't lie and say I would just be ok with it. At minimum I need time to think about that, and I'm not sure what else exactly would make me feel more comfortable."

The last thing I wanted was for my husband to feel guilty that he isn't comfortable getting railed in the ass by a man. I quickly reassured him. "Babe, you never need to feel bad that you aren't immediately comfortable with a crazy fantasy like this. It's my fault for bringing it up! We have plenty of wacky sex fun as it is, no need to push boundaries to a weird point."

Clearly, he still wasn't convinced. "You're willing to have sex with other women, I shouldn't have a problem doing the same with other men." He shook his head. "I'm not ruling it out babe, I just need to find a way to feel more comfortable. As a straight guy you just see it more black and white - women are beautiful and sexy and alluring and men are...not that. Just other dudes."

He sighed. "Like I said, give me some more time. Maybe we can come up with a way to tease me into it or something."

I grinned at him. "Like a shemale? You know my dad has that one cousin."

Chris laughed. "Not what I was thinking, but a good start to our brainstorming." Then he paused.

"Actually, that gave me an idea. What if we role play this scenario our next time at Maggie's? Except, we have Jac play the role of the other guy. Jac wears her strapon the entire time, we treat her as if she was a man, and you dom me into getting fucked up the ass 'by a man'? That might help me at least feel more comfortable with the concept for the future."

I gazed at my husband with a mix of gratitude, lust, and unfettered love. "You really are the best. Now come fuck me, stud."

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Unsurprisingly, Jac was locked in on the plan from the start. We worked together in the days leading up to our Maggie's night to come up with a full character for Jac, complete with backstory and unique traits. She practiced several different voices on me, though in the end we both agreed to keep it simple. It was ok to be a little silly, but if Chris couldn't take the scenario seriously then we had no shot to take the next big sexy step.

For his part, Chris showed nothing but positive energy for our upcoming session. Jac and I kept him out of our planning conversations, but he knew what was going on and was excited about the situation. Of course, the physical aspects would be nothing new for him; he had been pegged before, both by me and Jac. Only the psychological side was supposed to be different, as we wanted him to imagine as much as he could that Jac was actually a guy fucking him, a real man with hot, veiny cock.

It was easier said than done of course, and I had no idea if it would work. But with nervous excitement, we waited for Jac's closing text before heading out to Maggie's. Chris had fully shaved again, cleaning all hair off his body beginning below his armpits. He was wearing his ruby banana hammock under a pair of tight khaki shorts and a salmon polo, with tan Sperries to complete the look.

"Mmm babe, you look hot for a closeted frat boi," I quipped as we pulled into the diner lot. He gave a nervous chuckle in response. "You sure you are ready for this?"

"It's the same type of stuff we've done before." Chris adjusted his shorts as we stepped out of the car before continuing. "It's easy for me to enjoy the physical aspects. I just need to set my mind on it being a guy that's fucking me. We'll see how that goes."

We walked in to find Jac already in character. "Welcome to Maggie's! Table for 2?" She was wearing a flannel, tight jeans with a big belt buckle, boots and a trucker hat with her hair tied back and hidden, and her voice was passably deep. Most importantly, you could see the outline of her thick strapon hanging loosely down her leg.

I grinned and continued our planned dialogue. "Ooh! Hey there, hot stuff. My husband and I would love a table. Maybe one with a good view of that tree trunk you've got in your pants?"

"Special treatment table for two, got it!" She led us over to a booth before continuing. "And what would you like to order?"

"My husband here would love a big order of your meatiest sausage, isn't that right babe?" I gazed with lust at Chris, who played along with fake trepidation.

"I don't know babe, you know I've never swung that way before..."

"Why don't you show him exactly what you're packing, Mr. Hot Waiter. Let's see that thick link."

With my prompting, Jac began to unzip her jeans, slowly pulling them down to reveal tight white briefs with a distinct bulge from her cock. "One sausage special, coming right up!"

I grabbed Chris's hand and guided it to Jac's waistline. "Feel that thick cock babe. Imagine how sexy that is, how hot it will be to take it down your throat, to have him fill up your mouth with his gorgeous meat. Ooh babe, it's gonna be so sexy to see that meat splitting you open, fucking you in the ass! Please babe, do it for me, take this hot cock for your wife."

I could see my passionate speech turning Chris on, and I knew if Jac had actually been a guy with a real dick, he would be ready to cross that line for me and give me the show of a lifetime. He grinned and licked his lips.

"Anything for you babe. Now let's see what you're packing my man." He began to pull down her briefs, preparing for her strapon to flop out, when the door to the diner slammed open.

"Holy Fuck! So this is the shit you do on Sunday nights when you close us down, Jac? Play weird sex games with strangers?"

We all froze, turning our heads toward the intruder. A tall, good-looking dark-skinned man about our age stood in the doorway of the diner, staring at the three of us incredulously. "So? You gonna clue me in on what the fuck is going on here?"

I looked to Jac, unsure whether to respond or let her handle it. She was frozen with embarrassment, flannel still on but pants off, the head of her strapon peeking out of her halfway-pulled down briefs. Chris had quickly pulled his hand away as well and sat back down in the booth, clearly wishing he were somewhere else.

I jumped in to try to cut the tension that was hanging over us all. "Hey, I'm sorry, you clearly know Jac but we haven't met. I'm Laura, and this is my husband Chris."

The newcomer looked us both up and down, focusing his gaze slightly longer on my husband. He looked a bit like Ricky Whittle, I mused. Tall, dark, muscular, and handsome without an obvious tell as to his ethnicity. Definitely wouldn't have any issues with the ladies with those looks.

Another moment passed in awkward silence before he spoke, showcasing his slight but noticeable Hispanic accent. "I'm Danilo. Jac's foster brother, night manager, and part-owner of Maggie's. And right now she has about 30 seconds to start talking before I lose my cool over whatever the fuck is going on here."

His frustrated tone finally broke through Jac's mental block. "Dani, I'm so sorry, I should've been more honest with you about this. I'm not gonna say it's not what it looks like, because basically it is. Laura, Chris and I are using the closed day each month to live out some of our sexual fantasies here. It's just the three of us, no orgies or anything. If we make any sort of mess, the cleaning crew tomorrow has us covered."

"You've seen how business has actually gotten better over the past few months since we implemented the cleaning day. We're up 15% in profits over this quarter vs last year. This has actually been really beneficial for all of us here at Maggie's overall. So please don't do anything rash."

Jac paused and looked at her brother hopefully, waiting for his response. Chris and I kept our mouths shut, this was a family discussion and we had no place to butt in. He finally gave a half smile.

"I'm not going to do anything rash. What, do you think I was going to call the health department down on us to shut Maggie's down just to spite you or something? Please sis, you know me better than that." He crossed his bulging, muscular arms. "But you have to shut this down. No more sex nights."

Jac's face drooped, but she nodded. I was not going to give up so easily though. Also, Dani was hot as fuck, and his Latin accent was super sexy. So without prompting, I jumped into the conversation.

"Hey Dani, I know we just met, but I want you to know, you're really hot. What if...you joined us for some fun tonight before making a decision? I know you and Jac had some fun back in the day," I winked at Jac as I said it, "and my husband can attest that us two ladies give a mean double blow job." I licked my lips to emphasize my meaning.

Dani looked at Jac and busted out laughing. "You embellished our kiss story to these two? And haven't told them the ending? You're killing me sis."

My eyes caught Jac's questioningly and found she was somewhere between her own laughter and a bit of guilt. "I told them the true story! Just not the ending." She shrugged apologetically and looked at us. "Dani and I kissed one time, like I shared. What I didn't share that night was that I was the only girl Dani ever kissed. He quickly discovered that his interests were elsewhere." She smirked and looked at Chris, and Dani did the same. It all clicked for me.

"You're gay! That's amazing. Question for you - is it true that a big fantasy for gay men is turning a straight guy for the first time?"

The room went silent, as eyes shifted between me and Chris. I could imagine my husband's mouth hanging open in shock behind me.

Dani pondered for a moment. "I can't speak for every gay man, but as for me? Hell fuckin yea. I've always wanted to pound a straight ass for his first time." His gaze shifted to Chris, then back to me with a mischievous look. "Why do you ask?"

"Funny enough, when you interrupted us a few minutes ago, we were about to role play a fantasy of mine - my sexy husband taking a cock for the first time at my urging. For the moment, Jac was going to play the role of the man and pound my husband's mouth and tight ass with her strapon. But now, I'm thinking we could all get something we want today. I get my fantasy. You get to turn a hot straight guy for the first time. And we all get to keep having fun. What do you think, Dani?"

Hey, wait a minute," Chris jumped in with clear apprehension in his voice, "I didn't say I was ready for this!!"

I turned to him with pleading eyes. "Please babe! Don't you want our fun times to go on here? Do it for us, so our Maggie's nights don't have to end yet. It'll be so hot, I'll be right here helping you all the way. And look at how sexy Dani is! Don't you want to see the package attached to that gorgeous stud?"

As if on cue, Dani grinned and pulled off his shirt, revealing a muscular tattooed chest and a full six pack. "C'mon white boy, don't you want some of this? Your wife sure wants you to. You know what, I'll agree right now - if you come over here and suck my cock and let me fuck you in your tight ass, I'll never interrupt your sex nights at the diner again. Hell, I'll even join if you want me to! Which you probably will after you get a taste of the dark meat."

Dani had the smirk of a feral cat with its prey cornered in a dark alley. Meanwhile, I was dripping wet at this point and barely could keep from moaning. A glance at Jac told me that she was fighting the same battle. But it was all on Chris now, and he still looked tentative. I decided to play my last card.

I grabbed my husband's hand and looked him in the eyes. "This would be the hottest, manliest thing you could do, babe. Sacrificing yourself like this to make your wife happy? So sexy and masculine. C'mon babe, pleeeeeease do it for me. I'll make it worth your while, I promise!" I batted my eyelashes and licked my lips to emphasize the point.

This broke Chris down. He looked over at Dani sheepishly. "Ok, man. You got me. How do we do this?"

Dani stepped over to the mattress we had laid down and yanked down his pants to reveal the tent forming in his tight briefs. "Get over here and kneel down in front of me. Let's see you earn your reward."

"I know you don't swing my way, but can I please join? I want to help my husband get used to pleasing a man." I couldn't help myself, I was itching to be a part of breaking Chris into his first cock experience.

Dani shrugged. "Suit yourself. But he does all the real work. You can fluff."

I grabbed Chris by the arm and dragged him over to the mattress. We knelt down side by side in front of Dani, two penitents about to worship at the altar of hot, exotic cock. I pulled my husband's shirt off to reveal his own muscular chest, and caught Dani grinning from above.

"Kiss his abs and work your way down to his waistline, like this." I eyed my husband as I sensually made my way from Dani's chest down to his waistline, tonguing across the edge of his briefs as I reached my goal. Chris tentatively followed suit, pressing his mouth to a man's body for the first time, kissing sensually before grabbing Dani's waistband with his teeth and giving it a slight snap. I looked up at Dani's face and saw his predatory gaze, like a hawk watching its prey stumble into the open.