It all started with me deciding to be completely honest with my fiancé. To many that may not sound like a Herculean task, but like many men I have some secret desires that aren't normally trotted out around anybody at all.
They would instead stay where they belong, between me and my incognito chrome tabs.
However, this woman was more special to me than anyone in my entire life, and I wanted to at least try to be open and honest.
I already knew she wasn't a square. That was clear from the first night we met. She ended up in my bed, and didn't leave for days.
So I did what I am always told I'm supposed to. I was honest. I told her what makes me tick.
And she didn't even blink.
Not when we got to talking about all of the kinks and taboos that would send most people running for the hills, and not when I got to what is the most exciting thing for me in the world.
Power exchange.
I love to be completely in control of a woman. To bend her to my will. To make her beg for me. I like to hurt her. Make her take it for me. The kind of play where you need a safe word, and everyone is walking tenderly the next morning.
But that wasn't about to happen with her, for the most part. She does like to be fucked, and told what to do in bed, but without any of the accessories that act like spices to good meals.
And that is entirely fine. Because I have made many meals of many women with nearly all the combinations of spices my little heart has ever desired.
Without straining the metaphor too much further, the reason I am ok to be served a meal sans the spices I generally prefer, is that there is another flavor that I have longed for.
My power exchange fantasies don't only include treating women badly. I want to feel controlled as well.
On the surface of it, there was no reason to think that my love would indulge this fantasy of mine, but we stumbled on something one evening.
"What do you think of involving other people in our sex life?" I asked her as we lay in bed watching some of her favorite gang bang porn.
(As an aside to the gentlemen who may be reading this. Women who watch gang bang porn do not, as a rule, wish to have dozens of smelly foreign cocks poke at them willy nilly from odd angles. Just as when we watch the sickest stuff we choose in our own incognito browsers, it doesn't mean we want to head down to Mexico and actually take part in that donkey show.)
To get back to the question at hand. Adding people to our sex life is not as much of a long shot as it may seem from my description of my love. She has been with multiple partners in the past, which is a great story on it's own. However, all of these fun games where not with partners of hers. She was the Third in these trysts.
So when I asked about including other people, she said, "I don't know," very quickly. The way she does when her real aim is to move on to another topic without committing to a particular stance on the one at hand.
When she could tell I wasn't going to be easily moved from the issue she said, "Maybe. With the right person."
Now her brow was furrowing which was a good sign. This meant she was actually giving it some thought. Then she perked up.
"There is my friend Tim."
Tim was a friend of hers for the last decade who had an open marriage, was bisexual, and had been hitting on her for years. They never got to consummate their lust for one another mostly because of timing.
Her goal I think in mentioning him, may have been to get me to protest, which would shut down the issue. But I was intrigued.
"What about him," I said, my throat drying up a bit.
"I think it would be fun. But I can't imagine you being with someone else. So we can't do that."
Now my cock got hard instantly.
We talked for hours that night about power exchange and how much of a turn on it would be for her to have the ability to sex outside of our relationship while I was confined to just her.
I could tell she was getting excited for the prospect. I certainly was as well.
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Suffice it to say, it wasn't hard for her to convince him. He had wanted her for years, and thought that her meeting me and getting engaged meant that he'd never get a chance at her.
So in a fog, I coordinated schedules, plans, and mostly shepherded this entire thing along.
He'd stay in the guest room for 3 days at the end of the month.
The first night I would join them, and after that it was up to her how we would proceed.
It was an excruciating three weeks. I went from being thrilled and excited to insecure and anxious. But leading up to the time for them to be together we had never had so much sex. I'd never felt closer to her, and she'd never been so confident and sexy.
Things started to get real three days before he came to stay with us.
He and I had been chatting online quite a bit and we had decided that I would abstain from having sex with her for three days before he showed up. To make sure she was ready for him.
This was my idea. A not so subtle offering to the man that would temporarily usurp my place inside my love. The man who would fuck her with a cock much larger than mine and reach places inside of her I never could.
It still makes me hard to think about that.
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The day he arrived everyone was really on edge. She was so nervous she got these little red splotches on her neck that embarrassed her. Her hand was shaking when she poured the wine for our light dinner.
They made small talk about their jobs, and I drank whiskey and tried to look like I wasn't both terrified and completely rock hard.
This was it.
I made a point of clearing the table while they chatted. They attempted to bring me into the conversation, but I kept deflecting. I didn't want her to have a reason to look away from him.
I asked them if they wanted another drink and they both said yes. As I was walking into the kitchen I heard her laugh. As I turned around to look at them I saw him leaning over to whisper in her ear, and his hand was on her thigh and rising higher.
I made sure to give them plenty of time as I freshened their drinks. And as I walked back into the dining room I saw them kissing. His hand was around her neck and he was pulling her close to him. When she heard me sit down the glasses she pulled away quickly until I smiled at her, letting her know I approved.
I continued to fuss around as much as possible to let them get comfortable.
"Do you guys want to sit on the couch?" I asked, when I couldn't conceivably have made the task of clearing the table last any longer at all.
I could tell she wasn't yet ready to head upstairs, and while Tim was raring to go, he followed my lead. He and I had spoken about the need for this to happen at her pace, so that she didn't retreat from the situation.
So then we commenced with watching reruns on netflix for an hour. This was an important part of the evening as it allowed her the freedom to get closer and closer to Tim without being overt, and it allowed both him and I to rub on her body to get her comfortable.
Then, of course, there was the wine. I took it upon myself to keep everyone refilled, and they took it upon themselves to entwine closer and closer on the couch each time I left the room.
