So this is a story of how in 1999, my girlfriend (F20) agreed to be "claimed" by my boss (M50) and his wife (F51), and how I (M20) learned something new about myself in the process.
College was a blast but also fucking expensive. It was the summer after sophomore year, and I was already getting notices about student loans that had interest payments coming due. I needed a real job. I had been fucking around with computers since I was a kid, so I applied for a network tech position in our university's network operations center.
Richard was the interviewer and hiring manager. He seemed old to me but was funny and disarming, I liked him immediately. The interview quickly turned into a comfortable conversation as we shared our love for technology and life the university. At the end of the interview, he dropped his easy smile for a just moment and asked in all seriousness "If I give you this job, you'll learn a lot and could maybe even kick-start your career. If I extend you the offer, do you promise you'll commit to working hard for me?" then paused, inviting my reaction.
I noticed he didn't ask me just to promise, he asked me to promise *him*. It felt I needed to take a beat before, looking directly in his eyes, I said "Yes sir, I promise."
His smile returned, he took my resume without even looking at it, and ushered me out, saying he'd be in contact soon.
I had my first office 4 days later.
Richard wasn't just my boss, he quickly became my mentor, teaching me everything about computer networking. This was at the very beginning of The Internet - college campuses were having their first generation thicknet bus networks upgraded to the newest fiber optic and switch technologies. Richard would take me out on upgrades and we'd spend hours in some cramped closet, labeling and plugging in RJ45 patch cables. Our conversations ranged from campus politics (I knew nothing) to philosophical tenets about managing one's energy (I knew nothing).
I was a sponge, taking it all in. What he was teaching me would be the foundation of a career I'm still practicing (and making very very good money with) nearly a quarter of a century later.
Alyx was my girlfriend. We met freshman year at an SM event off-campus and fell for each other immediately. We both identified as bisexual, "kinky", and very horny.
Alex was just shy of 5 feet tall and just shy of 100 pounds. She wore boyish clothes that hid what few feminine features she had and shaved her head.
I was your standard 20 skinny year-old punk kid. Leather jacket, steel toed combat boots, purple hair, jeans. Big glasses. Skinny.
We kept going to the SM parties we originally met at. It was a safe, cool space to explore some power dynamics and sensation play. Alyx was a bit more on the dominant side while I was happier doing light submissive stuff. Mainly though we went for the free food. The potluck at a play party is always great, and like I said, we were poor.
We occasionally play with other people. I'd sometimes get a little jealous that Alyx garnered a lot of interest from both guys and gals, but sometimes it got me hard, too. The SM parties wern't really about sex as much as flogging and rope play, so Alyx would tie someone else up and play with them but then we'd go home and fuck each other until we passed out.
It was pretty much the only interesting thing I had to talk to Richard about. He seemed pretty amused by the stories but mostly just shook his head and laughed at our young antics.It was great how patient and open he was, I probably would have gotten fired talking like this to anyone else, but being 20, I had zero experience in how to be professional.
After working there a month, he invited Alyx and I over for dinner. His wife, Sherri, loved cooking and since their kids were "up and out" his job was to find people for her to "fuss over." Alyx and I knew nothing about how adults did a dinner party so we just showed up at the appointed time, empty handed, ready to eat and drink what they gave us.
The meal was fantastic (Lasagna) and they were gracious hosts with our complete lack of social skills. Richard brought out a deck of Hoyle cards and asked if we played Euchre. Being good midwest kids, we of course both knew how to play.
Richard said it wouldn't be fair to play with our partners, so he partnered to Alyx and I partnered with Sherri. We played three or four games. Sherri, an avid amateur photographer (her beautiful photos were hung on every wall) snapped a few shots of us playing before Richard called it a night. They hugged the both of us as we left..
Alyx and I talked about how wonderful the night was the entire walk home. I was pleasantly surprised. Alyx was normally painfully shy but she took to Richard and Sherri quickly. I was so happy to have my girlfriend so friendly with my mentor and his wife.
Over the next several weeks, we'd go over once or sometimes even twice a week for dinner and cards. After the second week, Sherri broke out a joint after dinner and while our games got much less precise, we had much more fun.
Richard was tall and seemed to be in very good shape for an "old man." He had an easy smile , close cropped hair ("it's so much easier to take care of"), wide chest, and an amazing mustache. Sherri exuded kindness and caring like the smell of bread in the oven. She preferred flowing dresses that hung nicely on her ample frame.
It was now fall and we'd been hanging out for a month. Half-way through a game (and fully through two joints) and I excused myself to use the bathroom. Sherri had made a pitcher of margaritas we knocked back and I needed to go relieve myself. I was a little tipsy and was losing the hand anyhow so I took my time to relieve myself, wash my hands, and regroup.
When I came back into the dining room, Alyx was sitting on Richard's lap. I didn't hear what they were saying but the three of them were chuckling when I came back in.
No one, including Sherri, acted like anything was weird, so I .. played along and took my seat. Our cards were still on the table, but the game was apparently forgotten. Richard was talking about an all-weekend folk music festival that Sherri and he were planning on attending. From my chair, I was able to see that his hand was flatly on Alyx's thigh, slowly rubbing up and down. Alyx was holding her drink, but her other hand was under the table, I couldn't see what she was doing.
I can't remember what I felt in the moment, but I was aware that the head of my cock was noticeably pressing against the inseam of my shorts. I readjusted myself and took just a moment to squeeze the head of my cock. My mouth went dry and the dizziness I was now feeling had nothing to do with the margaritas.
