My girlfriend, Bella, turned me on to the idea of having a threesome with another guy.
Admittedly, it didn't take much arm twisting on Bella's part. I've always been curious to know what it would be like to watch my lover with another guy and I even had a fantasy of playing with another guy myself.
So, we're on our way home from a night on the town, waiting at a cab stand when along walks this guy we recognize from the gym. His name is Kyle. He's one of the regulars.
Kyle sees us and pauses, places our faces and then says, "Hey don't I know you from the..."
"The gym," Bella finishes, her hand squeezing mine. We make small talk for few minutes as we wait for a cab. Then Bella turns and fixes her, 'follow my lead' look on me and asks Kyle if he would like to join us for a night cap back at our place.
I'm too buzzed to do anything but go along with Bella's suggestion and before I know it, we are all chilling on our back deck. A couple drinks and a Bob Marley-sized joint later and we're all feeling pretty loose.
"Hey Kyle," Bella says. "How long did it take for you to get such big muscles?"
"I don't work out as much as you might think," he replies flatly.
"Yeah... right," she presses.
"No shit... I probably work out no more than three times a week. I've always had a well developed body," he insists.
Bella pauses, openly gawking. "You mean... you mean... you were BORN that way? No way!"
Kyle smiles and nods his head.
I can tell by the look on her face that Bella is about to up the ante.
"Will u take off your shirt so I can see?" she asks.
Kyle pauses, his eyes turn to meet mine as if seeking clearance to proceed.
But Bella quickly interjects, "Hey... Kyle. He wants you to take it off too; isn't that right, baby?" she teases. "Just take it off and give us a look at what you have going on under there."
"Hey baby," she says to me. "Take your shirt off too. I want to compare your body to his." It is clear the Bella is calling the shots tonight, so we both comply; stripping away our shirts.
It's hard not to feel totally inadequate next to Kyle. His heavily muscled torso is deeply tanned and hairless. He has a great set of pectoral muscles, perfectly developed six-pack abs and appears to carry zero body fat.
I, on the other hand, have a very common body type - a little soft, but basically height/weight proportional. Next to Kyle though, I feel like a puny weakling. I flush with a sudden wave of shame. Even so, I cannot deny that I totally envy Kyle's body and the effect it has on Bella who stares, eyes wide open and mouth agape.
She is speechless.
"You like what you see, baby?" Kyle asks, though it comes across as more of a statement of fact: You DO like what you see.
Of course he needn't ask. It is so clear that Bella is totally consumed with his hot, muscled body. Even I, despite my jealous envy, cannot help but admire his Adonis good looks and Atlas-like body.
It takes a moment for Bella's lust/shock to subside enough to allow her to speak.
"Holy.....Christ.... You're beautiful!"
Each word hits me like a dagger to the heart and I suddenly wish I could pull the plug on this entire affair, but I can tell by the look in Bella's eyes: She's gonna fuck this guy tonight whether I'm a part of it or not.
"MMMMMMmmmmm..." she sighs after ogling Kyle for a short eternity. "Boys, will you show me the rest?"