It was a peculiar evening, to say the least. The kind that made me question my own perception of reality, as I sat at the dingy bar, nursing a whiskey neat. The neon lights outside cast a sickly glow through the grimy windows, illuminating the dust motes that danced in the stale air. I’d been married to Rachel for three years, and I never saw this coming. A white male, 28 years old, 5’8″, 130 lbs—I’ve always been the kind of guy who blends into the background, invisible to the naked eye. But Rachel, my vibrant, curvaceous, red-haired goddess, had a surprise that would upend the very fabric of our lives.
“I found him,” Rachel announced, her eyes sparkling with mischief as she slid onto the barstool next to me.
I swiveled my gaze from the TV to her, my heart racing. The jukebox played a slow, sultry tune that seemed to thicken the already dense atmosphere. “Found who?” I asked, feigning ignorance. Rachel had been hinting at this for weeks, ever since she discovered my bisexuality. She had insisted on finding a partner for me, someone who could fulfill the desires I had kept hidden from her for so long.
“His name is Leo,” she said, a knowing smile playing on her lips. “He’s perfect for you.”
The name echoed in my mind as I tried to process the sudden turn of events. Rachel had been discreet about her search, but her excitement was palpable. I felt a strange mix of apprehension and anticipation. This was a moment that would either break us apart or bring us closer than we’ve ever been.
“He is a bisexual top,” she smiled. “And you told me you prefer to be submissive to a, man.”
Her voice was like honey, dripping with the sweetness of a shared secret. Rachel had done her homework, and it was clear she had put a lot of thought into finding someone who would complement our relationship rather than complicate it. Despite the pounding in my chest, I couldn’t help but admire her dedication to my happiness.
“What’s he like?” I managed to ask, my voice a hoarse whisper.
Rachel’s smile grew wider as she leaned closer, her breath warm against my ear. “Leo is tall, muscular, with piercing blue eyes that seem to look right through you. He’s got this aura of confidence that’s absolutely intoxicating.”
Her description painted a picture in my mind, and I felt my palms grow clammy. I took a deep gulp of my whiskey, the burn a welcome distraction from the butterflies in my stomach. “What did you two talk about?” I inquired, my curiosity piqued.
“Oh, you know,” Rachel said, her voice filled with a playful lilt. “The usual stuff—his likes, dislikes, what he’s into, what he’s not. We talked about boundaries, expectations, and how we can all make this work.”
I nodded, trying to keep my cool, but the image of Rachel and this mysterious Leo discussing my sexual preferences was both thrilling and intimidating. Rachel had always been the more dominant one in our relationship, but this was a whole new level of trust and openness.
“So, when do I meet him?” I asked, the whiskey warming my throat and my nerves jangling like live wires.
Rachel glanced at her phone, her thumb scrolling through messages. “He’s actually on his way here right now,” she said, her voice as calm as a still lake.
My eyes widened in surprise. “Here? Now?”
Rachel nodded, a wink accompanying her confirmation. “Yep, I figured we could all get to know each other in a casual setting.”
The door to the bar creaked open, and a figure stepped in, the neon lights from outside framing him like an otherworldly being. He was indeed tall, his shoulders broad and muscular beneath a tight black T-shirt that accentuated his form. As he scanned the room, his eyes finally landed on us, and I felt a jolt of electricity shoot through me. Those piercing blue eyes Rachel had described locked onto me, and my breath hitched.
Leo approached us with the grace of a predator, his gaze never leaving mine. Rachel’s hand slipped into mine, her grip firm and reassuring. As he got closer, the scent of his cologne filled my nostrils, a mix of sandalwood and something faintly spicy that made my heart flutter.
“You must be Mark,” he said, his voice a smooth rumble that seemed to resonate in my very bones. He extended a hand, and I took it, feeling the strength in his grip. “Leo.”
We exchanged pleasantries as Rachel ordered him a drink, her hand never leaving my thigh. I studied him surreptitiously, trying to gauge his interest in me. His smile was easy, and he had a way of holding eye contact that made me feel seen—and slightly overwhelmed.
As we talked, Rachel’s hand began to wander, her fingers tracing the seam of my jeans. The subtle touch sent a shiver down my spine, and I felt my cock stir to life. Leo noticed my reaction, his eyes dropping to Rachel’s hand before returning to meet mine. There was a silent understanding passing between them, a silent conversation that left me both aroused and slightly unsettled.
The conversation flowed easily, a mix of laughter and flirty banter. Rachel was in her element, orchestrating the evening with the finesse of a maestro. She talked about our shared hobbies, our quirky sense of humor, and the things that made our marriage so strong. All the while, her hand never strayed from my leg, her touch growing bolder, her nails lightly scoring my skin through the fabric.
Leo leaned in closer, his warmth a stark contrast to the chilly air of the bar. His handsome face was a canvas of curiosity and desire, and I found myself inexplicably drawn to him. Rachel had done well—too well, perhaps. As the whiskey continued to loosen my inhibitions, I could feel the tension in the air thicken, the anticipation of what was to come making my heart race.
Leo took a sip of his drink, his eyes never leaving mine. “So, Rachel tells me you’re quite the submissive,” he said, his voice a low purr that sent a shiver down my spine. “I’ve got to admit, I’ve been looking forward to meeting someone like you.”
The words hung in the air, charged with a sexual tension that was palpable. Rachel’s hand had reached the apex of my thigh, her thumb making small, lazy circles that had my cock straining against my zipper. “I—I am,” I stammered, my voice betraying my nervousness. “I’ve always enjoyed being…guided.”
Leo’s grin grew, a predatory glint in his eye. “Good,” he said, his hand moving to rest on Rachel’s thigh. “Because I enjoy guiding.” His thumb began to mirror Rachel’s movements, and the synergy between them was undeniable. They were a perfect match, a dynamic duo in the art of seduction.
The three of us talked for what felt like hours, the conversation veering from the mundane to the intimate. Rachel regaled us with stories of our early days together, the spark that had ignited our relationship, and the kinks that had slowly revealed themselves over time. With each passing moment, the bar’s ambiance grew more intimate, the music fading into the background as the only sound was the clinking of ice in our glasses and the occasional sultry laughter that passed between Rachel and Leo.
Leo’s hand slid higher up Rachel’s thigh, his fingers brushing against the hem of her short skirt. Rachel didn’t flinch; instead, she leaned into his touch, her eyes never leaving mine. The heat between them was undeniable, a magnetic pull that seemed to beckon me closer. I felt a strange sense of arousal watching them, knowing that I was the catalyst for their connection, yet also the object of their desire.
As Rachel finished her story, she turned to me with a smile that was both reassuring and challenging. “Why don’t you tell Leo what you fantasize about?” she suggested, her voice a soft purr.
I took a deep breath, feeling a blush creep up my neck. “I—I’ve always imagined being with a man who could take control,” I admitted, my eyes flickering between Rachel and Leo. “Someone who knows exactly what they want and isn’t afraid to show it.”
Leo leaned back in his chair, his gaze raking over me. “I think I can handle that,” he said, his confidence unshaken. Rachel’s hand squeezed my thigh, a silent encouragement to continue.
“I—I’ve fantasized about being dominated,” I murmured, my cheeks flaming. “Being used, taken, claimed by a stronger man.”
Leo’s grin grew wider, his eyes gleaming with desire. “And what about you, Rachel?” he asked, his hand still resting on her thigh. “What do you get out of this?”
Rachel leaned in, her breath hot on my neck. “I get to watch the man I love be taken by someone who appreciates him,” she whispered, her voice husky. “And maybe,” she added with a wink, “I get to join in on the fun.”
Leo’s hand moved to my neck, his thumb tracing the line of my jaw. “Sounds like we’re all on the same page,” he said, his voice a seductive promise. Rachel’s hand slid up my back, her nails digging gently into my skin.
The air grew heavier, the tension a living entity that seemed to pulse with every beat of my racing heart. I took a deep breath, feeling the heat of Rachel’s leg pressed against mine, the weight of Leo’s hand on my neck. “I’m ready,” I murmured, my voice barely above a whisper.
Rachel’s hand slid down to my waist, her fingers deftly unbuckling my belt. “Let’s take this somewhere more private,” she suggested, a mischievous twinkle in her eye.
Leo’s hand left my neck, and he stood, his towering presence making me feel even smaller. Rachel rose gracefully, looping her arm through mine and leading me through the dimly lit bar, her hips swaying in a way that made me ache with desire. We made our way to the back, where a set of stairs led to a dingy, red-lit room with a single bed, the walls adorned with velvet tapestries. The room was as decadent as it was cheap, a perfect setting for our impromptu threesome.
The door clicked shut behind us, and Rachel turned to face me, her eyes filled with a hunger that was both thrilling and terrifying. She reached up and kissed me, her tongue sliding into my mouth with a fierce passion that made me weak at the knees. I could feel her hand fumbling with the buttons of my shirt, her nails scratching against my skin as she revealed my trembling chest.
Leo stepped closer, his presence a potent mix of power and allure. He placed his hands on Rachel’s waist, pulling her closer to him as he kissed her neck, his teeth grazing her sensitive flesh. Rachel’s moan was all the invitation he needed; his hands slid down to her ass, cupping her curves with a possessiveness that sent a bolt of jealousy and excitement through me.
The sight of Rachel with Leo was intoxicating, a heady cocktail of desire and submission that made my knees wobble. Rachel’s hand reached down to my cock, stroking me through my jeans as she broke the kiss to look at me. “You like watching us, don’t you?” she murmured, her voice a siren’s call that I couldn’t resist.
I nodded, my breathing shallow and ragged. Rachel’s eyes gleamed with excitement as she turned to Leo. “Why don’t you show Mark what you can do?” she whispered, her voice thick with lust.
Leo stepped closer, his hand moving to the zipper of my jeans. Rachel stepped aside, watching with eager anticipation as he pulled my pants down, revealing my erect cock. His eyes traveled down my body, a look of approval etched on his chiseled features. He took my cock in his hand, his grip firm and sure. His touch was unlike anything I had ever felt—dominant, yet surprisingly gentle. Rachel’s hand slid to my chest, her nails digging in as she watched Leo stroke me.
The room grew hot, the air thick with lust. Rachel’s eyes never left mine as she began to undress, her clothes falling to the floor like a sultry striptease. Her full breasts spilled out of her bra, her nipples hard with desire. I watched, transfixed, as she stepped out of her panties, her plump pussy glistening with arousal. She pushed me onto the bed, her hands guiding Leo’s movements as he straddled my legs. Rachel’s hand moved to her own clit, her eyes fluttering closed as she began to pleasure herself, her other hand still gripping my cock.
Leo leaned over me, his broad chest brushing against mine, and captured my mouth in a searing kiss. His stubble scraped against my face, a delicious friction that sent bolts of desire straight to my core. His tongue danced with mine, exploring every inch of my mouth as Rachel’s hand worked me into a frenzy. I could feel his hardness pressing against my thigh, and the reality of the situation hit me like a sledgehammer—my wife had brought another man to fuck me, and I was more turned on than I had ever been in my life.
Breaking the kiss, Leo moved his attention to Rachel, kissing her deeply as she continued to tease my cock. They were a beautiful sight, their bodies moving in a sensual dance that I could only watch in awe. Rachel’s hand slid from my cock to my chest, her nails tracing the outline of my pectorals before moving to pinch my nipples. I gasped into Leo’s mouth, the sensation a mix of pleasure and pain that only served to heighten my arousal.
Leo’s hand moved to Rachel’s hair, gripping it firmly as he kissed her neck. Rachel’s head fell back, exposing her creamy white throat. He took full advantage, sucking and biting the sensitive skin, leaving a trail of red marks that stood out starkly against her alabaster flesh. Rachel’s hand tightened around my cock, her movements growing more erratic as she moaned with pleasure.
I watched as Leo’s hand moved from Rachel’s hair to her breasts, squeezing and massaging them with a masterful touch. Rachel’s eyes rolled back in her head, her breath coming in shallow gasps. I felt a strange mix of jealousy and arousal, knowing that she was enjoying Leo’s touch just as much as she enjoyed mine. The sight of them together was more than I could handle, and I knew that the moment was approaching when I would no longer be just an observer.
Leo’s hand slid down Rachel’s body, his fingers slipping between her legs. Rachel’s thighs quivered as he began to stroke her clit, her hand on my cock now moving in time with his movements. It was a symphony of pleasure, a dance of fingers and mouths that left us all breathless. Rachel’s moans grew louder, her body arching towards Leo’s touch as he expertly brought her closer to climax.
The bed dipped as Rachel climbed on top of me, her wetness coating my chest. She straddled my face, her sweet scent making my mouth water. I eagerly licked her pussy, feeling her shiver with pleasure as I found her clit with my tongue. Rachel’s hand guided my head, pushing me closer as she rocked her hips against my mouth. I could feel Leo watching us, his breathing heavy, his own desire evident in the way his abs tensed and his cock twitched against my leg.
Leo took over, his thick cock standing at attention as Rachel positioned herself over my face. He whispered something in her ear, and she giggled before leaning down to kiss me deeply, her taste mingling with the musky scent of him. Rachel’s kiss grew more urgent, her tongue demanding entry as Leo’s hand replaced hers on my cock. His strokes were firm, his thumb swiping over the sensitive head with a skill that made me squirm. Rachel’s thighs tightened around my head, her moans vibrating against my face as she rode my tongue.
Her juices coated my chin, and I reveled in the feeling of being used by her. Rachel was in control, and I was loving every second of it. The heady scent of her arousal filled the air, mingling with the faint smell of sweat and cologne. I could feel the bed shifting as Leo moved, his weight now pressing against Rachel’s back as he guided her movements. His hand left my cock and slid down to her ass, spreading her cheeks apart. I felt a cold slickness as he applied lube, and my heart pounded in anticipation.
“Ready?” Rachel’s voice was a breathless whisper in my ear, her eyes filled with excitement.
I nodded, my mouth still full of Rachel’s pussy, my body trembling with the anticipation of what was to come. Rachel leaned back, her breasts swaying as she positioned herself for Leo’s entry. He lined up his cock with my entrance, the head nudging against me, and I felt Rachel’s hand squeeze my shoulder reassuringly.
With one swift thrust, Leo filled me, and I let out a muffled cry against Rachel’s wet folds. Rachel’s hips rolled, and she began to fuck my face in earnest, her movements setting a rhythm that Leo followed. His cock stretched me, the sensation both painful and exhilarating. Rachel’s moans grew louder, her breath coming in quick, sharp gasps as she approached her climax. I could feel the heat of Leo’s body, the muscles in his thighs tensing as he pushed deeper into me.
Leo’s pace grew more urgent, his hips slapping against Rachel’s ass with every thrust. Rachel’s nails dug into my shoulders, her thighs tightening around my head as she rode out her orgasm. Her pussy quivered around my tongue, and I drank in her sweetness, the taste of her climax driving me wild. I could feel my own orgasm building, the pressure in my balls reaching a fever pitch.
Leo pulled out, his cock glistening with lube and my spit. Rachel climbed off me, her legs shaky with pleasure. She straddled my chest, her pussy still pulsing with the aftershocks of her climax. Leo positioned himself at the foot of the bed, his cock still hard and demanding. Rachel took it in her hand, stroking it as she watched him, her eyes hooded with desire.
“Your turn,” she said, her voice a smoky whisper.
Leo climbed onto the bed, his cock bobbing with every movement. Rachel guided him back down to me, and I took him in my mouth, eager to taste him. He was salty and musky, and I found myself craving more. Rachel watched us, her hand idly playing with her clit as she took in the sight of her husband sucking another man’s cock.
Leo’s hand tangled in my hair, guiding me as I took him deeper. Rachel leaned over, her breasts hanging in my face, and whispered, “Make him cum for me, baby.” The words were like a spell, and I found myself eager to please her, eager to make Leo come. I sucked harder, my tongue swirling around the head of his cock as Rachel began to ride my face once more.
The pressure built, and I could feel Leo’s thighs tense, his hand tightening in my hair. With a low groan, he released into my mouth, and I swallowed, feeling a strange sense of satisfaction at pleasing him. Rachel’s eyes were on me, her own orgasm building again as she watched.
As Leo’s orgasm subsided, Rachel climbed off the bed, her body glowing with sweat. She leaned down to kiss me, her tongue tasting herself on my lips. “You’ve been a good boy,” she murmured, her voice a seductive purr.
Leo pulled me to my feet, his hand still wrapped around his semi-hard cock. “We’re not done yet,” he said, his eyes burning with a fierce hunger. Rachel nodded in agreement, a wicked smile playing on her lips.
The three of us stood in the dimly lit room, our bodies entwined, our hearts racing with the thrill of the taboo. This was just the beginning of a journey that would test our boundaries and deepen our love in ways we never could have imagined. As Rachel led us to the shower, I knew that this night would be one we’d never forget, a night that would forever change the dynamics of our marriage.
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