If anyone would have told me last summer how much my life would have changed in a year, I would have thought them mad. To my immediate family and coworkers, little has changed. Whether at home, at our in-laws, or at the office, I still act no differently than I ever have. But that's pretty much what it is -- an act! In a short span of time, I have found out more about myself than I ever imagined.
It was not anything I planned. No middle age crisis. No lifetime of searching for my inner self. In a single afternoon at a business conference I was seduced by another man and have since found my life spiraling in a whole new direction.
I was one of those guys who laughed at the off color jokes about gays and made comments to my buddies about guys who we thought were surely homos! Now here I am in a deep relationship with another man who I met on the Internet and it turns out we're both submissives that enjoy being dominated by a strong willed black man named Mark.
Over the last several months, David and I have been lovers. It is a relationship which I'm not sure I can describe other than to say he completes me. While I still love my wife, and we have continued to make love, I feel there is a passion that is different with David and me. Adding to that is the fact we both enjoy submitting to Mark as he commands us to perform sexual acts on himself, each other, and his friends.
Initially, I was torn with the conflicting feelings I had between David and Ann and the hurt I would bring to her if she found I was bisexual or perhaps even gay. I'm still sorting out whether I still enjoy sex with a female or whether making love to my wife is simply out of my obligation as a husband. There's also the stigma associated with a same sex relationship. I'm not sure how my coworkers would feel about my new feelings, but I am quite confident how my family and long time friends would react. Not to mention Ann.
Over the years she has made it crystal clear her belief in a monogamous relationship. Yet, the deceit of hiding this behind her back was really eating at me.
It came to a head when Mark instructed me to invite him and David over this weekend for dinner. There was little doubt about his intentions. My only question was the outcome. Seducing Ann in front of her husband would not be an easy task. Would he blackmail her with the existing videos of me sucking his dick and serving as his sexual slave? Would he try to get her alone? And how did I feel about all that?
There were moments of jealousy as I thought about them together. However, I had to admit that I was extremely turned on seeing Mark with another married white woman a week ago. There were moments when I had fantasized them together and I felt my cock swelling in my pants. I also knew at some point, Ann would have to know about David. I wasn't sure if things could work out but I knew we couldn't continue sneaking behind her back.
I was cleaning the grill when I heard the doorbell ring. Ann walked through the den to greet our visitors. She was ravishing. She wore a pretty yellow sundress that complimented her outstanding features. My wife is 31 years old and works hard to maintain her slim figure. Her 36C breasts are accented by beautiful little pink nipples which harden quickly at the touch. She has a very firm ass and maintains just a strip of pubic hair above her little pussy. At 5'2" she is every bit the package she was when we dated in college.
I could barely overhear the conversations as Mark and David made their way into the house where Ann no doubt ushered them into the kitchen for a beer or cocktail. Several minutes later, David emerged casually dressed in shorts and a polo shirt with the steaks that had been marinating most of the afternoon. Handing me the tray, his fingers touched my hand and I felt that electricity that surged through my body. His smile made me warm as we exchanged small talk about our week.
Dinner was superb complimented with a fine bottle of Cabernet. Ann, typically not much of a drinker, was enjoying the conversation with my new friends. Later we retired to the outside patio where Mark and Ann continued their conversation. I could already tell she was feeling the impact of the wine as she acted a little giddy with a slight slur to her words. At Mark's suggestion, we all felt another bottle might be in order as everyone seemed to be enjoying the evening. When I returned, Mark was surveying the hot tub in the corner. After pouring each of us a refill Mark made his move.
"Larry, this is a really nice whirl pool you have. What does it seat?," he inquired.
"It seats four although Ann rarely joins me," I replied
"That's a shame. Ann, this is really nice," looking back at her as he dipped his hand into the still warm water. He reached over and turned on the jets as the tub began to rumble to life. "I don't know about you guys, but I would kill to relax in this thing tonight. Any chance we could take a dip?" I saw the look on Ann's face and before she had a chance to respond, Mark added, "David and I could both wear the shorts we have on...and you two can change into suits if you like." Ann continued to search for a polite way to decline when Mark pushed further, "What do you say Larry? We're all friends here."
I stood at that precipice. Do I call a halt or see where this might lead? I made a decision that was certain to change both of our lives. "Sure. That sounds great. Ann and I will go slip something on and you two can go ahead and jump in. I'll also get us some towels." Ann's look was a little unsure but she didn't object as we walked back to the bedroom. I slipped into a pair of trunks while Ann stepped into the bathroom. Rather than wait, I headed back down to the hall and picked us out some towels. Ann was not far behind me wearing a gorgeous one piece white suit that certainly complimented her great figure.
Both of us were careful as we stepped onto the platform and into the tub. Mark and David were already seated, sipping their wine, as the bubbles rushed to the surface. I had turned on the stereo and we enjoyed the music playing from the outdoor speakers. On more than one occasion I saw Ann fixed on David's nipples and the little nipple rings which adorned his tight little nibs. Her eyes also seemed to be glued to Mark's broad black chest.
