by K. A. Berg
“That’s part of it.”
“What’s the other part?”
Tossing my towel over my shoulder, I brought it around my neck to the other side and held on to both ends, watching Adam’s face for his reaction. “Well, Nat wants a threesome, and I can’t be rocking my dad bod for that. Need to make sure I look as good as, if not better than, the other guy.”
Adam’s facial expression reminded me of one of those cartoon dogs who saw a bone or hot girl dog. His eyes widened as his jaw dropped. He stared at me for a good long moment before he choked out, “You’re going to have a threesome with your wife and another dude? Are you insane?”
I doubted many men would be down for something like that, but not everyone had the type of relationship I had with Natalie. I wasn’t worried about her falling for someone else. That wasn’t what she was looking for.
“I have nothing to be worried about,” I explained. “It’s just something that she wants to experience, and I’m willing to give it to her.”
Adam’s voice was incredulous. “You just finished telling me that your wife has been faking it in bed and that she wants a threesome, and you aren’t worried?”
My gaze turned hard. “Do you honestly think that Natalie would leave me for a man she met during a threesome?”
He shrugged. “It’s possible.”
I shook my head. “It isn’t. Natalie and I have a strong relationship, which is why we’ve been able to add this to our lives. I trust her, and she trusts me. The only hard decision is trying to find some third party to trust my wife with.”
That was the one thing that was proving to be a thorn in my side about it all. How did I go about finding a suitable third person to be intimate with Natalie? I supposed I could ask someone from Immersion, but I didn’t want to have it at the club. That was something too personal, too intimate for the club. I didn’t want to do it in the same room where hundreds, if not thousands, of other people did kinky shit. This was an experience that was just for us.
“You aren’t . . . like . . . putting an ad out on Craigslist or some shit, are you?” Adam looked truly worried. “I don’t want to read about how the two of you were hacked to pieces inside some seedy motel room.”
He was starting to stress me out. “Can you be serious for a minute?” I asked. “You asked. I’m telling you. Now, either be supportive and help me think through this or shut up and do your reps.”
His silence lasted about thirty seconds before he settled back on the bench, positioning himself under the bar. “I was being supportive. I don’t want to see anything bad—physically or emotionally—happen to you and Natalie. Walk me through this while you spot me, please?”
I waited until he had the bar in the air and had started his set. “When I realized that this was something Nat was interested in, I let her know that it was a definite option. She hadn’t brought it up again. But last week after we watched a threesome, I saw how much she wanted it, so I’ve started working on planning one for her.”
“Where did you watch this threesome?” he asked as he lowered the bar to his chest.
“I joined a club.”
“Which club?” Adam asked, heaving out a harsh breath.
“I joined Immersion a little over a month ago. We’ve been going there once or twice a week since. Two weeks ago, there was one going down in the exhibition room. We stopped to watch, and the discussion grew from there.”
“Okay.” Adam blew out. “And?”
“The way Nat explained it to me is this: in her mind, this experience is all about focusing on her. She wants to be brought to heights I could never bring her to on my own. She said it’s about feeling two sets of hands, two mouths, two dicks. It’s about being in a room with two other people who are wholly focused on her. Something about feeling owned and taken on the ride while only having to feel.”
Adam finished his reps and placed the bar back into place. He glanced around, taking in the people within earshot as he sat up. “I can’t believe you joined a fetish club and didn’t tell me. But that aside, how will this work?” He lowered his voice before asking, “Are you going to let this man actually have sex with Nat or will it be an oral-only type of thing? I mean there are so many ways to pull off a threesome.”
“I haven’t figured out the details yet,” I answered. Truthfully, I didn’t know exactly how this was all going to play out. “But she wants double penetration.”
“Have you guys already worked up to regular anal?”
I nodded. “We have. I thought it’d be more of a bucket-list type of thing. Something she wanted to experience so she could tell herself she tried it, but we’ve done it a couple of times. Enough to where I think she can handle this.”
His features hardened. His shoulders stiffened, and his voice was stern when he asked, “Will you be able to handle it? Are you going to be all right with some other man touching Natalie? Being inside her?”
If I thought there was even a slight chance of my not being able to handle it, this conversation would never be happening because the idea would have been vetoed. He should know me better than that. “It isn’t about another man being inside Natalie; it’s about working together to bring Natalie to a level of pleasure she’s never felt before. That’s the goal. That’s what gets me going. I can’t explain it. Just thinking about seeing Nat go off like that makes me hard. When we tried out the exhibition room at the club, I came so hard, man. Seeing the looks on people’s faces as they watched.”
“Having some guys watch Natalie come and having some man make Natalie come are two different things,” Adam countered. “Listen, I’m not trying to talk you out of anything. I’m just playing devil’s advocate here. I’m all about threesomes and hot sex”—he shrugged—"but I’m also single.”
“Have you done this kind of threesome before?” I wasn’t sure where I was going to go with this, but I decided to water the idea and see what grew. I knew that Adam lived life to the fullest. He was a good-looking guy with a friendly personality. He had a good job, was easy-going, and I trusted him implicitly.
“Two men and a woman?”
I nodded.
“Yeah, I’ve had two. One in college and one about five or so years ago. I prefer two ladies.”
Interesting. “Tell me about them.” I wasn’t the type to ask about his bedroom escapades. This was probably the one and only time we spoke in detail about this kind of thing. I was married in college and had kids. Adam wasn’t and didn’t. I knew he got around.
“In college, it was a party that I went to with the swim team, and the other one was when I was asked to be the third by a couple in a night club.”
He filled me in on the details about too much drinking with his team at a victory party and then about dancing with a woman whose boyfriend was watching from across the room. They asked if he’d be willing to join them for a party at their place.
We headed toward the locker room. Our workout was clearly over as we dove headfirst into the land of threesomes.
The way he described his reaction to the couple from the bar asking him to join them made it seem as if it was just another night for him. “I didn’t have anything else going on that night, so I figured, why not?”
The seed was growing. I wasn’t sure how Adam would react, but I was sure that I wouldn’t take offense to his answer either way. We stopped at the lockers, and I glanced over to him. “And if I were to ask you if you were interested in being our third person, would you feel the same?”
His entire body froze. His brows shot into his hairline. His mouth fell open a bit. It was as if he had been pushed out onto a stage to perform a solo but didn’t know the song. “I’m . . . I’m not sure I follow exactly. Feel the same about what?”
I couldn’t believe I was asking one of my longtime buddies if he’d be interested in sleeping with my wife and me, but at the same time . . . it made sense. “As in would you say, ‘why not.’ I mean this is something big for us, and I was struggling to figure out h
ow I’d find someone who I could trust implicitly. I doubt that will be possible with some man I just met. But with you, I know you respect Natalie. I know you respect me. You aren’t going to do anything to hurt her. It might be a bit awkward seeing your junk, but I’m sure I’d get over it.”
“You’re serious?” He sat on the bench and ran a hand through his hair. “You’re really asking me if I want to be a part of this experience you’re putting together for Nat? Would she even like that idea?”
It was a good question. “I’d have to find out whether or not she wants to know the other person. We haven’t discussed all the details. There’s still a lot to work out. I’m not asking you to come home with us right now, I’m just asking if you’d be willing to fill the role if I asked. No hard feelings either way.”
He stood and gave me a curt nod. “If you trust me enough to be with your wife, and she’s comfortable with that, I’d be honored. It’s kind of weird because as beautiful as Nat is, she kind of feels like my little sister.” He let out a gruff chuckle. “I’ll have to get over that.”
Adam seemed a bit over the top, as if I was giving him some kind of award, but it was cool. This was why having Adam would be perfect.
I just had to find out if Natalie would be willing to know the third party?
Chapter Seventeen
Natalie
My palms were wet with a mixture of sweat and condensation from my drink. I’d crossed and uncrossed my legs about twenty times since I sat, as if the more I fidgeted, the faster time would pass. I knew this was coming, Matteo told me he made the arrangements, but that didn’t suppress the anticipation. We were having a threesome. Tonight. My heart pounded in my chest just thinking about it.
“Excuse me, Miss?” A tap on the shoulder had me turning to find a handsome gentleman looking down at me. “My friend and I haven’t been able the take our eyes off you all evening.”
Channeling my energy, I smiled. “Then you and your friend have impeccable taste.”
“Nothing is more intoxicating than a confident woman.” He tipped his square jaw at my almost empty martini glass. “May I buy you another?”
My gaze shifted, looking for his friend, but there were a few men standing in the lounge and most of them had their backs to me. I reverted my attention back to him and asked, “Won’t your friend get lonely?”
He shook his head. A hint of lust flared in his eyes, and a dirty promise snaked through his smirk. “He knows when it’s worth the wait. Plus, he doesn’t mind anonymity.”
I hummed my interest as Jumanji-sized butterflies rose in my belly. “A man of mystery.”
The bartender slipped back down the bar, and the man was quick to order me another round.
“Matteo.” He stuck out his hand and introduced himself.
I took his hand and smiled. “Natalie.”
In true Matteo fashion, we had discussed and planned for this night over the course of a week. Did I want a stranger, or did I want someone we knew? Was there a man in particular I wanted? Was there a certain way I wanted the night to go? We discussed rules and boundaries endlessly until Matteo knew everything I wanted and didn’t want. We had talked about it a few times before, but this last week, it was clear Matteo was putting things into motion.
We decided that Matteo could be the one to decide on the guy, but I asked that it be someone we both knew and trusted. I had the option to know who it was before, but if I was going to do this, I was going to do it all the way.
So, I had suggested the blindfold.
The creativity of it was left up to him.
I was just to simply follow his lead, which seemed to be a strangers-in-a-bar theme. Matteo wanted to set up the room and asked me to meet him here. I wasn’t sure what to expect and the anticipation had been eating me alive in the best possible way.
He took a seat next to me and nodded toward two people sitting at the end of the bar. “See them?” he asked.
“Yes.”
He jutted his chin at them. “What do you think their story is? Are they work colleagues or here on a blind date?”
They were sitting close enough that they could have been on a date or just familiar with each other. They weren’t touching at all yet seemed content in each other’s company. “Maybe they’re work colleagues who secretly want to date but can’t.”
He tilted his head and took a good look at them for a moment. While he looked at them, I looked at him. I could see his pulse point on his neck. It throbbed steadily. His chest rose and fell with calm breaths. He hadn’t seemed the least bit uneasy.
“And why can’t they?”
I ran my finger along the rim of my glass and smirked. “Oh, she desperately wants to accept, but he’s her boss and that could lead to a scandal at work. He knows how hard she worked to get to where she is, and he doesn’t want anyone to think she got there by spreading her legs.”
He drummed his fingers on the bar top and looked at me lasciviously. “Or maybe she’s the love of his life and he was finally able to take her out for nice night at a fancy hotel. And she got all dress up, and he is barely containing his desire to slam her on top of the bar and have his way with her.”
I shook my head and turn my gaze to a couple sitting at a high-top table behind us. “Now, those two seem to barely be able to keep from jumping over the table and mauling each other.”
He shifted in his seat and angled his body so he could see the couple I was referring to without being obvious. “He looks ready to eat her alive. Can you feel the sexual tension pouring off him?”
My eyes flitted between the two of them as I observed their interactions. Her brows her draw in and her jaw seemed to be clench. Her eyes, though, seemed to scream out for his touch. “She looks ready to slap him then kiss him. As if she can’t make up her mind whether she wants to fuck him or kill him.”
A fire blazed in Matteo’s eyes. I didn’t know what he was thinking. He didn’t add anything to the conversation as he took them in.
“Maybe they’re star-crossed lovers meeting in the night.” I winked. My voice dropped to sultry rasp as I said, “What a sexy concept.”
It seemed our little game of people watching was over as Matteo’s attention focused on my thighs as I shifted in my seat, uncrossing and crossing my legs. My core tingled as he took in the intricate lace pattern of my garters. “You’re the most beautiful woman in the room. Like a fine piece of art: alluring and exquisite.”
His praise had me sitting straighter in my seat. “It’s funny you say that.” I stirred the little plastic straw around the ice in my glass. “I happen to truly appreciate art. It’s one of my true loves.”
The corner of his mouth tipped up on one side. “You don’t say?”
My lips closed over the straw and I nodded, sipping my drink. “What about you? Have any true loves?”
My eyes roved over his body as I waited for his answer. His button-up fit him flawlessly. Sun-kissed skin peaked out from behind the top two buttons left undone.
He pierced me with his gaze as my focus hit his face. “You could say that.” His forearms flexed under the cotton of his shirt as he leaned an elbow on the bar and asked, “What about any other true loves? How’s a pretty lady like yourself sitting at a bar all by herself?”
I pursed my lips and tilted my head. “I’m waiting for a handsome man like you to come and sweep me off my feet.”
A devious grin played on his lips. “Off your feet, huh? And what are we doing with your feet off the ground?”
A buzz of exhilaration pulsed through me as the background din faded. He made everything else us die out leaving me emersed in this cat and mouse game. I was looking forward to finally being caught. I sipped the last of my drink, letting my muscles relax. My nerves seemed to take a hike, leaving me ready for the night of my life. “I’m sure we could think of a few things.”
He winked as he stood and reached into his pocket. He picked a bill out of a stack and slapped it down on the bar. “I’ve alr
eady thought of several.”
His skin scorched under my palm the instant I laid my hand on his arm. “Will your friend still be joining us?”
His eyes flamed with desire as he leaned forward and spoke into my ear. His warm breath ghosting across the shell and down my neck. “He’s already upstairs waiting.”
My breath caught in my throat.
The noise of the bar died out again.
The lights dimmed.
He was already upstairs waiting for us.
We were doing this.
There was another man waiting upstairs to have sex with Matteo and me.
Holy shit.
“Ready?” he asked, holding a hand for me to take.
Glancing down, I saw that my nipples had stiffened into hard peaks under the purple satin of my cocktail dress. I was more than ready.
This was happening.
Matteo helped me from the high bar stool and placed his hand on the small of my back as he guided me toward the elevator. We exited on the third floor and strode down the hall, stopping in front of room three fourteen.
“Take a deep breath,” Matteo said as he fished something out of his pocket. It was a black silk sleep mask. “I’m going to slip this over your eyes now. You can choose if or when it comes off. Just know that you are in good hands. I trust him and you do too.” I had to force myself not to ask who was waiting for us again. “Remember, you can stop this at any point if you don’t like it or you feel uncomfortable. I may have planned it, but you’re in charge, okay, love?”
I nodded, swallowing the fresh bout of nerves trying to claw their way up from my stomach. The material of the mask was a gentle caress as Matteo slid it into place over my eyes. “Do you remember your safe word?”
Even though we weren’t dipping a toe into the depth of the BDSM world, Matteo wanted me to choose a safe word that couldn’t be ignored or confused or misconstrued. I had glanced around the room and picked the first thing I saw that wouldn’t ever be used when having sex was. “Banana.”