It was a Friday night, me and my fiance were sitting in a local bar. Chloe looked beautiful, as ever, her red dress hugging her curves, her long legs folded elegantly, her long curled black hair flowing down her back. I loved her, hopelessly. She spoke and snapped me out of my gooey-eyed trance.
"Tom, get me another drink will you?", she smiled at me, bright red lips wrapped around her straw, finishing her gin and tonic.
"Yeah sure", standing up and patting myself to find my wallet in my pocket. I smiled back at her and walked toward the bar.
I had often been told that she was out of my league, and I fully believed it. I was skinny, tall, but lanky, an average haircut that I never thought too much about, glasses with a strong prescription. I never thought I was bad looking, but she was gorgeous, and I was not. I was the luckiest man in the world.
"A double gin and tonic and a pint of that IPA please", I said to the bartender. I scanned my card, and turned with the drinks in hand. A man hovered around our table, stocky, dressed in a nice suit, Chloe was laughing gently at something he must have said. As I walked over, the man returned to his group of friends, who laughed and patted him on the back and he joined them.
I sat down in silence, handing Chloe her drink. After a moment, I spoke.
"What that guy want then?", gesturing toward him with my eyes.
"Oh, just another one of those creeps you know. Just wanted to say hello I think."
"Oh right, fair enough, taken a fancy to him then have you?" I chortled.
"So jealous Tom, lighten up." Chloe started scrolling through her phone. I sat and looked around the room, I met the man's gaze, only for a moment. He was handsome, must have been about 50, I thought, not my type, but obviously good looking. I looked back at Chloe, her face lit up by the screen.
I cleared my throat.
"Come on, this is our one big night of the week, stick your phone in your bag will you?" Chloe sighed, almost sarcastically.
"Jesus Tom give me a second." Her nails tapped against the screen. I sighed and looked around the room again.
Chloe finally put her phone away, picked up her glass, and held it toward me.
"Cheers", she said.
"Cheers", I returned, and we clinked our glasses.
Hours rolled by, me and Chloe talked about all sorts, as usual. How we met, our first date, her proposing to me, our friends, our time at uni, moving me out of my friends flat to our first place together. We drank, heavily, as usual.
The clock approached midnight, and I staggered toward the toilets, leaving Chloe with a playful smile. I couldn't stop thinking about how lucky I was, it was nights like these, with her all dolled up, that my heart wouldn't stop jumping every time I met her eyes.
I opened the toilet door to return to the bar, and the man this time was sat down, in my seat, laughing loudly with Chloe. My heart sank, a little bit, I was jealous, I knew that, and alcohol tended to make me a bit emotional. I decided to go and hover by the bar for a while.
I ordered a whiskey on the rocks for myself, sipping it slowly, occasionally glancing over at them. The man had placed his hand on her thigh, I turned back around, face red. I waited another five minutes, then turned around again. They had moved closer to each other. I decided to walk back over to the table, taking a deep breath. Chloe looked up at me.
"Hi Tom, this is Alan." He extended his hand out toward me. I shook it and smiled at him. I turned around and pulled a chair from another table.
"Do you wanna go out for a cigarette?" Chloe said to me.
"Yeah sure." I said, relieved to get away from the situation. We walked out the door and into the cold night air. I pulled out two cigarettes and a lighter, which Chloe took from my hand. She lit her cigarette, then I lit mine.
We stood in silence for a moment. Chloe started to speak.
"I'm going to ask you something, and I don't want you to freak out." I turned toward her, uncertain of what she was going to say, but with a horrible feeling that I knew.
"Alan, the guy who came over before, he's a professional dom."
"Oh for fucks sake Chloe." I said, angrily.
"You know what I'm going to say?" I sighed and half turned away from her. The one thing, the one thing that me and Chloe had problems with in our relationship, we were both submissive. We took turns dominating each other, me doing it more than her, which I was ok with, but I had always wanted more, and I got the impression sometimes that Chloe wasn't entirely satisfied. It wasn't a huge problem, as far as I was concerned, but it was there. We had half-serious conversations about introducing a third party in the past, but had never come close to going through with it.
"Why don't we give it a go? Just see how we feel. If it doesn't work, then no harm done, right?" She grabbed my hand and pulled me toward her. I looked into her eyes, and I saw everything. She looked like she wanted it, like she knew this would be good for us.
Whether it was the alcohol, my love for her, my lingering fear that I wasn't enough for her, but I hesitated for a moment. Chloe spoke again.
"Let's just go back inside, just think about it." She kissed me. I followed her back inside.
The situation was awkward, sometimes unbearably so. I felt largely ignored, Alan and Chloe laughed together for a long time. I broke away from the conversation regularly to get myself drinks, for a break, to numb the situation with alcohol. Quickly, my mind became a fog, and I got drunker and drunker. Eventually, I found myself involved in the conversation more, Alan was charming, I had to give him that.
The rest of the night was a bit of a blur. Before I knew it, me, Chloe, and Alan were in a taxi, headed to our flat. I began to sober up somewhat, my stomach was in knots, I was excited, but fearful. I didn't know how I'd feel about Chloe doing, stuff, with another man. I didn't know how I'd feel about doing stuff with Alan. I'd been with a couple guys before, experimented, but I'd considered myself bisexual for a long time.
Chloe and Alan kept laughing with each other, they seemed to have good chemistry. I shared the odd joke with Alan, I felt myself warming toward him, but I didn't know if I was attracted to him. Any desire I had toward him could just have been me wanting this to work, to be a positive experience. I was confused, I guess.
The taxi pulled up, Chloe fumbled with the keys, I staggered out the taxi after them, my head racing, Alan stood stoically, waiting for the door to open. I followed them both upstairs. I locked the door, Chloe and Alan went upstairs. I went to the toilet, staring at myself in the mirror, I could hear laughing coming from upstairs. I took a deep breath, and walked out the bathroom door, and up the stairs.
Chloe had taken her dress off, Alan was undoing her bra. He turned his head to face me.
"Take your clothes off." He said to me. I paused for a moment. He turned toward me again. "What did I just say?" He strode toward me. He was a head taller than me, and much stronger. He pushed me against the wall, and stared deeply into my eyes. I was shocked. I locked eyes with Chloe over his shoulder, she was smiling. I started to unbuckle my belt.
"Good boy. When you're undressed, get on your knees at the foot of the bed." He said, kissing my forehead. I felt a rush, of something. I pulled my trousers down and started to unbutton my shirt. Alan turned back toward Chloe, pushing her onto the bed, he leapt on top of her, kissing her aggressively. I stood still, only in my underwear, watching them for some time.
