This story contains bisexual content between two men, among other things.
It's also very hot.
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I was looking for her as I approached the ball field. I usually don't attend these stupid company softball games, but she had my attention after flirting with me for two weeks. I heard Valerie before I saw her. Fluttering around the dugout taking photos and socializing. I stood along the side of the bleachers and watched her glide up the stairs and sit next to a guy.
"Huh, what the fuck is this?" I wondered.
She began looking around the field for her next little project. That's when we locked eyes.
"Spike! You came. OMG. I'm so glad! Come meet my boyfriend Jamie!"
Her boyfriend, Jamie...
So two weeks ago Valerie came by the worksite and started flirting. She touched my tattoos and made small talk. Then she made an excuse to come back around and sat next to me in a meeting. She whispered that she had a crush on me and didn't trust herself alone with me among other sexy things. I thought she was pretty clear that we were going to fuck. I even said it to the guys after she left, "I'm totally gonna fuck that girl."
A little about her: Valerie is mid-thirties. About 5' 8", lean with perky B-cups, very tight ass (how I like them), pretty face with long dark brown hair. She works in the office with the other nerds. I didn't know who she was the first time she came out, but the other guys said she's just a "flirt" and has a "long-term boyfriend."
Me? People call me Spike: fifty, divorced, very fit, long hair, tattoos, 6', very kinky, kind of an asshole to everyone. It's a long story.
So, we were at this ballgame and I had no idea what was going on. Do they have an open relationship? Was it going to be a threesome? I went over and shook his hand. He didn't even stand up. Kind of a small guy, Jamie seemed out of his league with her. Valerie was a sexy ray of light and this guy was sitting with two jackets and a tray of nachos in his lap while she pranced around and flirted with everyone.
And that was it. I took off and let it go. I wasn't going to play games and didn't need endless flirting even though she was very hot. I definitely thought about her a lot and wondered what was going on. If she was unhappy in her relationship, did she want to get a taste of something different (me) and then go back to him? I wasn't above doing that, but I also thought that a threesome could teach them both a lot about great sex. I'll admit I was a little bicurious and wasn't totally against some incidental contact while we fucked her.
But that wasn't it. I couldn't stop thinking about her. That smile, her smell, the tight body that I wanted to get my hands on. Spent the next few days creeping through her Facebook posts from the last 10 years. I asked so many people about her at work that everyone knew I was crushing on her. I couldn't help myself. I decided I would do whatever it took to get my hands on her. Even if for just one night.
A week later she put on an all-hands ground-breaking ceremony which I skipped. "Where were you? I wore a pretty dress for you," she texted.
Here we go: "Hi babe, I don't go to corporate circle-jerks anymore. I bet you looked amazing."
"I did you jerk! And I don't host 'circle-jerks', it was awesome. Except no Spike," she said.
"Look Val, I'm not sure what you're looking for, but it's probably not me."
"What do you mean? I don't fall for guys at work. Doesn't happen. You're in my head. I'm so hot for you I can't sleep. I'm waking up so horny I have to get in the shower and use the wand massager on my aching pussy! I'm in trouble. Do you want to help me or not?"
Well, this was getting interesting. She seemed genuinely hot and bothered and it seemed clear once again that we were going get together.
"Ok Honey, but what about the bf? Seems like you have a bit of a problem with that one."
"I know! I love him. We are happy. But I need YOU Spike."
"Ok, come on over on Sunday. We can fuck all afternoon and see where you are after that."
"Spike, that sounds amazing. But I can't cheat on him."
What the Fuck is up with this chick?
"Val, is this a joke? Ok, here's your homework. Tell Jamie about your crush on me."
"I did. I told him it was you. But, I screwed up and told him I'm attracted to your strong, masculine tattooed body. Now he's intimidated by you. He's willing to entertain having another guy join us, but you scare him Spike! I don't want another guy, just you."
"Ok, settle down. Look, invite me over. I'll be nice. A gentleman. We will get to know each other. I do want to be with you and if that means we include him...well, let's give it a shot."
"Oh my god, you're incredible. I think it might work. What are you willing to do? It might help with the sales job if I know. He might open up if we know you're not just there to fuck me."
"I hear you. And the power dynamic will be important. Look, I'm willing to try anything. If it helps us get together, tell him whatever it takes."
"Ok, I'll let you know how it goes. Thank you so much Spike. I'll make it worth your while, I promise."
I was left wondering what I was really willing to do. I'm kinky, but I hadn't ever played with a guy before. I'm more into bondage, spanking, dress up and pegging. I enjoy it a lot. But that was different from touching a guy during sex.
It took a week of her tiptoeing around the idea of me joining them to convince him to let me come over. She even told me about a serious conversation they had where she told him I was coming over to do anything they wanted. It was becoming clearer that she was excited to watch us play together. I still held out hope that this guy would be like me; eager to fuck her, reluctant to share her, but ok without the gay stuff.
There I was, in their living room with them side by side on the couch and me in a chair across the ottoman. Jamie was shorter than me, a slight build as I had remembered. Not bad looking; not that I'm into men's appearances. She was holding his hand and eye-fucking me. I brought champagne and we were all having a glass. She looked so beautiful I was fighting the urge just grab her and kiss her. That wouldn't have gone over well...yet.
Jamie was very nervous. Valerie was excited. And I was along for the ride, interested in whether this was going to be a sexy success or a relationship-ending train wreck.