Part 3
The saga continues
I spent the next week thinking about my time with Brook alone. How willing she was to do what I told her to. How she said she would "do anything" get my cock in her. How her husband had sent her to me with instructions to do whatever I wanted to. In other words, it was very hot.
I have been into BDSM since I was much younger. Partly from the experience I had with being able to get the older women I played with to do what I wanted and partly from a few specific experiences with couples who were into that lifestyle. I found it a real turn on. I liked the power and control. I was intrigued by what submissives were willing to do. I do not get into it with all the women I have dated but many have delved into it to varying degrees. I have dated women who were very into it. Those I generally met through web sites like AFF where people can meet others of similar tastes. A lot of the cuck couples I play with are into it as well, though not all of them. I wondered what Allan and Brook might be into.
Allan and I both race in the occasional triathlon. Mainly to stay fit for the other stuff we like to do. Although we are not currently training for a specific race, we both ride a couple of days a week. On Saturdays we ride together. A week after Brook and I were together we went for a ride. Nothing crazy. Just a 30-miler. We met at my house and started out. We were not really pushing it. We chatted a bit. It seemed we were skirting the thing we both probably wanted to talk about. Halfway through the ride we usually stop at a little café on the Hudson and grab a cup of coffee or iced tea. Most times we do not spend a lot of time. This time, though, we sat at a table outside.
Once seated Allan said, "I have to tell you, Brook and I haven't stopped talking about last weekend. We can't keep our hands off each other."
"It was pretty hot. When she showed up at my house, I figured she was there to fuck, but it turned into a little something else. She was such a hot fuck. I hope I didn't overstep and you're ok with what we did."
"I am. We have played a little with bondage. Just occasionally. Nothing crazy. It sounds like you have a little more going on, though."
I told him about some of what I am into and how I got there. I explained that I have a playroom in my sub-basement (sorry, I never get tired of that pun). He asked what was in it. I told him, various pieces of bondage gear and furniture, a number of different toys such as whips, floggers, clamps, etc.
He jus said, "Whoa, I had no idea."
I did not know what he thought about it. I asked, "I see how good you are with Brook. She really gets off when you two are fucking. What is your story with guys?"
At this point he looked down and reddened a bit. He took a second and then said,
"I am much more assertive with women, but I am much more of a bottom, even submissive, with guys. I guess its because of my first experience with a guy. He was an older guy, by a few years. He had a nice cock, not like yours but a little above average. He was also more dominant. We got into a little BDSM stuff. I guess that kind of imprinted on me. I knew early on that my cock was small."
At this, he reddened even more and cast his eyes down for a second, embarrassed. "I knew I would have to learn how to please a woman even with a small cock. So, I've never had an issue there, but I know some women I have been with probably wished I was bigger."
"Well. Brook obviously loves the way you fuck. She came hard each time when we were together", I said.
"yeah," he said, "But, I did love watching her take that big cock of yours. It was so hot."
I decided to test the waters a little. "Did she tell you I had her on her knees, begging for my cock?"
"Yes," he stammered slightly, "I was so turned on when I heard that. I wish I had been there."
"Well, if you guys are up for it, I'm sure we will play again."
We finished up our drinks and mounted up. We did not talk much on the way back. In fact, the pace was a little faster than on the way out. Once we got back to my house I asked if he wanted to come in for a smoothie. He said he did. Once inside we went to the kitchen. I had started to make the shakes when Allan said,
"So where is this playroom of yours?"
"downstairs," I replied, "Want to see it?"
He said he did. I led him downstairs, past the media room and down to the sub-basement. I unlocked the door and showed him in. As noted, I have a number of things there for bondage: a bed that is configured so a sub can be bound in various positions, stocks, a St. Andrews cross. There are several cabinets with playthings and a wall with several implements on display.
