My fingers trembled as I tried to retie my blouse in the back. It extenuated my curves as it wrapped around my torso but ended in the middle of my back where I couldn't reach easily. The back was mostly open and one good tug would unravel the fabric. I had paired it with a loose pair of faded jeans and strappy sandals. Nick came into our room with a glass of my favorite white wine and put it gently on the table in front of me. I looked up with a pout, already a little flushed. I think he knew I was feeling a bit nervous because he gave me a small smile and tied my knot. He gave me a quick kiss on my shoulder, nuzzled my neck and said softly,
"Tash, it's going to be fine, you'll have a great time at the bar and then come home to me." I looked up to search his face for any signs of uncertainty, and asked
"Are you sure you want to see him? Like me and him together? In
our
apartment?" My voice was shaky, so I took a deep breath and a sip of my wine to calm my nerves. He hugged me close and whispered,
"Yes, I want to see you and him together, I want to see the way he looks at you, and I want you to have the best night."
Nick was so sweet; we had been together four years and in the last year, had opened our relationship. Well - I was allowed to be with other people, but Nick wasn't. It wasn't that I wanted to leave him or be with someone else; in fact, it was his idea to explore and expand our sex life. I got plenty of attention when I was out, even with him, and sometimes it was nice to be admired by someone else. What I didn't realize was that Nick saw other guys check me out and fantasized about them fucking me. It took a while for him to open up about it, but I started noticing that he would be hard and horny anytime I was hit on. At first, I thought it was just a fantasy and he would get over it, but just a few weeks after he told me it turned him on to think of other guys flirting with me, he suggested that I see other people. Since then, I've gone on a few dates and even made out with some of the guys. I would tell him all about the guy when I got back, and he would ask if I wanted to be more intimate with them. Mostly I said no, and that I didn't find them particularly attractive or interesting. Even so, he always had questions and listened attentively. Those nights after I came home, he worshipped my body. It wasn't like our sex life was bad before, but it felt different after. He liked being cuckholded; it was like he was seeing me through their eyes or imagining someone else's hands on my body.
Recently, I've been seeing one guy more frequently. I met Sebastian while out with some girlfriends, and when he asked for my number, I gave it without a second thought. I came home late that night to find Nick sleeping on the couch, but my clumsy movements in the dark woke him up. I had a light buzz going and a big smile on my face as I kicked off my shoes and sat down next to him. Of course, I told Nick about him that night. At first, I didn't share too much, but the more I described him, the more I realized how attracted I was to him. He was probably 6'3, definitely worked out, had the perfect amount of stubble, and grinned at me when I ordered four tequila shots. He was 29, went by 'Bash' and had just moved to Chicago for a job at Argonne, a big lab for science and engineering research. Since he had expensive taste, we went to fancy lounges and upscale cocktail bars the first few times we met. We had sex in his apartment after our third date, a night that Nick and I had planned for. After that night, I told Bash about my arrangement with Nick, and after some explanation, he shrugged his shoulders and said he was fine with it. He had just gotten out of a long-term relationship and wasn't looking for something serious so soon after.
I was seeing him again tonight, at a bar near my apartment. The plan was to bring him back to meet Nick and have sex. Bash was reluctant at first, but finally caved when I told him that Nick just wanted to watch. Which brings me back to now, walking over to the bar, giddy with anticipation. As I walked in, he saw me first and pulled me into a booth.
"Hey gorgeous, I can't believe Nick watched you leave looking like that" he smirked. He put his arm around my waist and pulled me in for a kiss. He tasted minty like a mojito and "hmmed" into my mouth just as a current ran down my neck to my stomach. I could already feel my nipples poking through my shirt as he lightly rubbed over them and ran his fingers through my hair. Nick never got me that riled up, but all it took Bash was two minutes.
"Well, that was a very nice hello," I pulled away for a breath and smiled, "sorry if you were waiting long, I was tidying up for later. Nick is just finishing up now."
"Not too long, don't worry. I can't believe we're doing this. Don't get me wrong, I want to, especially since I know you fantasize about Nick watching us. I've just never done this before, and Nick seems like a cool dude, but I don't know if he's going to be as cool as you think he is." This was why I liked Bash, he was confident, open-minded, and most importantly, didn't put Nick down. He wasn't an asshole, but he also wasn't a saint. His hands stopped roaming as I placed my drink order but resumed once the waitress walked away.
"You know, she definitely saw, right?" I smiled at him and shook my head. "You're not as sneaky as you think." Bash was always like that; he claimed my body the second we were together. Nick was always overly respectful and hesitant to show any PDA. "I think tonight will be a little crazy, but I think we can take it at our own pace and set boundaries if we need. I even wore the new lingerie set you bought me last week," I said mischievously.
"Oh, really now, does Nicky boy know?"