“Bastian, this is my husband, David.”
If I’d been drinking anything, I would have choked. David’s handshake was firm but not aggressive, and he wasn’t trying to stake a claim on his territory. Emily was right; he was a man’s man, and I never would have guessed he was gay.
“Nice to meet you.” I managed to eke out a friendly greeting without looking like a fool.
“And you.” He smiled and glanced at his wife before looking back at me. “I’ve heard a lot of good things about you this week.”
I didn’t have a clue how to respond to that. Yeah, man, thanks for letting me fuck your wife. Or better yet, your wife’s pussy is so tight it reminded me of why I love women. The crème de la crème—your wife sucks one hell of a mean cock.
Emily laughed. “Bastian, you look like you’ve seen a ghost. David’s just playing with you, calm down. I did want to introduce you, though. He flew in tonight to see your work. We’re leaving in the morning.”
I choked back my embarrassment. “I’m glad you could make it. Sincerely.”
“Are you going back to Shawn’s after this?” Emily appeared anxious or possibly nervous.
“Yeah, but I’m not sure what time that will be. I get to do it all over again tomorrow night, so I won’t be going out.”
Pulling David and myself to the side, Emily lowered her voice and looked around to ensure there were no prying ears. “Would you accompany us back to the house when you’re done here?” Her smile was inviting and begging me not to refuse.
I didn’t see the harm in it and had nothing better to do. “Sure, if you guys want to hang around.”
Around eleven, Emily, David, and I followed the last guest out, allowing Aaron to lock the door behind us. Ferry had left about thirty minutes earlier, but I hung out until the bitter end. The three of us—Emily, David, and me—climbed into the waiting limo. Once we were settled, Emily got a nod from David, and it was clear they had some silent conversation as I watched.
Emily took out a crystal decanter from the limo’s fridge and poured each of us a glass with a splash of Coke.
“To successful openings.” Her toast was short and sweet but appropriate.
Figuring a drink would help me sleep, I raised my glass and then downed the smooth liquid, not tasting a hint of liquor. Neither of them nursed theirs tenderly, either. Emily quickly replenished our glasses. Each time I emptied the glass, she was there to refill it. I’d lost count around four or five, gaining a strong buzz as we meandered our way out of the city. The happy couple kept up my pace, and I began to wonder what I was drinking for. One drink would have done the trick toward helping me sleep, multiple just got me drunk, not that I felt that sitting down in the limo.
It wasn’t until I stood outside of Shawn’s house, laughing at nothing, that I realized just how much I’d overdone it. I stopped long enough to right my wobbly legs and tell David and Emily goodnight.
Emily laid her hand on my forearm; my eyes dropped to her touch before lifting to find her staring at me. “Why don’t you come downstairs for a bit, Bastian?” It sounded like she was talking under water, although I was quite certain the liquor was to blame.
I glanced at my watch and noted the time. At nearly midnight, I still had tons of time to get a good night’s sleep and socialize for a bit. “Sure.”
They were nice people. David was a funny guy, and Emily lit up when he was around. Their relationship was clear seeing them together—they were like Nate and me, not Sylvie and me.
David closed the door behind us, secluding us in Emily’s room. It seemed much larger the last time I was here, but with a third person, it had shrunk. I was clueless about where to sit or if I should stand. I sobered as the awkwardness set in, although it was just me, not Emily or David, who felt it.
He loosened his bowtie, unbuttoned the first few buttons of his shirt, and David got comfortable in the chair Emily had sat in the last time I was here. She handed her husband a bottle of beer from the bar stashed in the room, and I watched as he took a long draw on the bottle. She turned from him to focus her attention on me, still standing and unaware of what to do with myself.
She beckoned me closer with the crook of her finger, but my feet remained firmly planted. My eyes jumped from her to David and back. Panicked, I was unsure what game they played. I never would have slept with her—the first time, I couldn’t explain the second—had I known she was married. The words tangled in my mind and my mouth as unintelligible garble came out. Damn, I knew better than to drink anywhere but the security of my own home with people I trusted.
Each step she took brought her closer and made my heart pound that much harder. She reached for my bowtie, pulling back I avoided her touch.
“Emily,” I stuttered her name. “What are you doing?”
She laughed at the horror in my voice. “You don’t want to play again before I leave?” The pouty expression made her husband grin and me gag.
She had to be fucking kidding. Her husband was sitting in a chair five feet away. He might be gay, but he looked like a damn linebacker. I didn’t have the least bit of interest in fucking with anyone who could beat my ass. I wasn’t interested in fucking with anyone period. God hadn’t geared me that way.
Pulling me to her by the lapels, she leaned in close to my ear. “He’d like to watch.”
My eyes went wide as saucers, round circles of hysteria. “W-what?” It stumbled out before I could catch it.
If David wasn’t into women, that meant he was into men, which meant he was into me. Somewhere in my drunken state, I rationalized that all he wanted to do was watch me fuck his wife, whom he had no interest in doing, and in less than eight hours, they would fly back across the country, never to see me again. I came to peace with a man, sitting in a corner, watching me stick my dick in his wife’s twat because I was fucking horny and completely inebriated.
When I glanced his direction, David nodded, and I acquiesced.
As soon as Emily saw my acceptance, she began to undress me, although she was much more flashy about it than she had been the time before. She was putting on a show for David, and I could tell this was something she’d done before.
She paid close attention to every inch of my skin as she teased, licked, and flirted. Each touch was unique. It probably wasn’t as spectacular as it felt, but alcohol had a way of changing perception and senses.
With her hair wrapped around my hand, I bent her head back to nibble at her neck. “What does he want to see?” I didn’t try to lower my voice so David couldn’t hear me, but I breathed each word across her skin to see her react.
David took it upon himself to answer since he was who we there to entertain. “I want you to fuck her. It should be about your pleasure, not hers.”
She giggled, and goose bumps flashed all over her skin.
It was a submissive role I knew she was comfortable with, or I wouldn’t agree to it. She lifted onto her tiptoes to whisper in my ear. I made eye contact with David as she finished her request.
He was fully on board and even raised his bottle in a silent toast. I didn’t have a fucking clue what I was doing or why alarms weren’t going off in my head, but I wanted nothing more than to forge ahead.
Emily moved behind me in a graceful dance of presentation—me to her husband—of the package she’d unwrapped for him. Her hips pressed firmly to my ass when she reached around me, taking my nuts in one hand and my shaft in the other, her chin resting on my shoulder. In no time, she’d stroked me to attention, and David scooted forward on the chair. With his elbows to his knees, he appeared sober.
I stood proudly before the man who appraised me. My cock was thick and long. I was by no means a Greek god, but working out with Zane and putting on weight had given me a nice physique to match my dick. I was attractive and no longer looked like I was dying of malnutrition, and it was evident by the look in David’s eyes that he agreed.
Enough with the presentation, my cock was hard, and I wasn’t interested
in showing off to David. If he wanted to watch me take his wife and got his rocks off doing so, more power to him. I, however, ached to get back inside Emily’s wet center.
There was no real foreplay with an audience coupled with the fact that it was simply fucking. Nevertheless, it made the transition a bit awkward. I had no real interest in kissing her mouth or giving every inch of her skin attention. Her pussy was another story, but there wouldn’t be any making out.
It was obvious Emily had spent more time bound to a cross on the receiving end of a whip. When I turned her around, the marks were fresh. She liked the sting my touch and the sheets brought to the lashes, but David indicated he wanted me to take her ass. That would be difficult to do with her on her back, and there was no way I’d shove my dick into her ass without loosening her up first.
I was putting too much thought into the entire ordeal. I didn’t give a fuck what her husband wanted to see, and I was done analyzing my every move. I was too drunk for any of that to make sense anyhow. Instead, I decided to let it play out on its own, without my thought or David’s influence.
My hesitation caused Emily to take the initiative, and she dragged me by the hand, closer to her husband, giving him a better view. She motioned for me to lie on my back, which I did, trying to block out the other person in the room, but Emily didn’t have the same inclination. She climbed onto me, reverse cowgirl, to face her husband, and she used her hands to spread my thighs. From David’s vantage point, my dick sliding in and out of Emily’s pussy was in plain view, my balls were completely exposed.
David was lost in the shadows, and I only focused on helping Emily ride my cock, putting my hands on her hips. I didn’t think it was possible to get any harder, but the longer she took me, the harder I got. Sitting up behind her, I forced her forward just a bit, and she grasped my knees to give me better access to rock into her. I slid a hand around her waist to tease her clit then spread my fingers to feel my dick slide in and out of her, realizing I hadn’t put on a condom. I should be concerned, but between the euphoria of fucking a gorgeous woman and the alcohol that coursed through my veins, being bareback intensified the feeling of her muscles gripping my cock and heightened the dangerous zeal of taking another man’s wife while he watched.
When David stood, I didn’t consider what he was doing, or even that he was even present. I was too consumed by pussy and Emily. I watched him move, unzip his fly, and pull down his boxers. My eyes never left his waist as he exposed his hard cock to his wife.
I was in awe—unawaringly so—of his chiseled hips and thick member. He was well-groomed and well-endowed. And without thought, I got turned on watching the woman I currently fucked suck off the man before us.
It was erotic, taboo, and so fucking hot I almost busted my load as soon as Emily took his cock into her mouth. I forced myself to look away long enough to regain my composure and clear my mind, but his hand was on the back of her head. David controlled the speed at which she deep throated him, and my pace matched theirs. Each time she gagged, I’d thrust, giving her cunt exactly what her throat got.
David’s voice echoed through the room like thunder on a clear day—unexpected—and I yielded to his command without thought. “Lie back, Bastian.”
Emily spun around to face me and then sank back down on my cock, sprawling across my chest. Her bright-blue eyes focused on mine, and there was mischief lurking. “Wanna try something new?”
I snickered. “This is all pretty new to me already.” My words were slurred, and a smile crept up on my lips. “But hell, I’m game.”
In the blink of an eye, David’s cock was in my face—his hard, perfect, fucking cock.
Emily was like a temptress, daring me to fall into their trap of hedonism. “Taste him, Bastian.”
I scrunched my face in rejection when her hand surrounded his shaft, and she teased his head against my lips, the precum glistening on the tip. The trap was sprung, and I was captive. I opened and allowed her to feed me her husband’s cock, indulging on the salty treat.
With each inch of David that I took, I almost choked on his enormity. When he’d reached the hilt and his cock was touching the back of my throat, he fisted my hair, and Emily sat up, leaning back to ride. Before I knew it, my eyes closed, and I stroked his cock as if it were my own, with mine in his wife’s cunt. When David’s body tensed, he pulled away, and my eyes opened to see what I’d done wrong. I watched him move to the end of the bed, my view of him clearing as Emily flattened herself against my chest, still pumping my cock into her.
He stopped between my legs, just behind Emily. Instinctively, I stopped fucking her, waiting for him to make his move and hoped it wasn’t a sucker punch to my dick. But Emily spread her legs, David stepped forward, and he then slid into her ass. The sensation of feeling another man’s cock while I was buried in her pussy—a thin membrane separating the two of us—should have had me running out the door. But as his dick caressed mine, both of us fucking a gorgeous woman, the space was ungodly tight and incredibly intimate. I wondered, albeit very briefly, how, between the two of us that our girth didn’t tear her apart.
She was in fucking heaven.
Sheer bliss.
Emily screamed in ecstasy, begging us to keep going, but it was nothing more than broken words and muffled moans. She gasped for more—him in her ass and me in her cunt—she wanted it all. But I lost focus on her pleasure, fixating solely on my own and the feel of David’s cock against mine. It’s like getting a handjob, a blow job, and the best fuck of my life all wrapped into one as the head of his dick massaged my cock with the warmth and softness of a pussy.
There was such intense gratification when my eyes meet his. We were oblivious to Emily between us. In some grotesque, morphed way, the exchange was between David and me. I studied him as he fucked her and concurrently took my virginity in a completely different way, and with that intensity, I wasn’t able to curb my explosion any longer. It was almost painful. I grabbed her ass and sank my nails into her skin to draw her forcefully to me.
My back arched.
My body spasmed.
David came with me.
His load and mine released inside her at the same time, creating an undeniable heat.
I finally stilled, my dick remaining inside her. But my eyes never left his, nor his mine. He pulled away, holding my gaze as he walked to the bathroom, finally breaking contact when he closed the door.
She climbed off and stared down from where she stood. “That was seriously profound.” This irritating valley-girl replaced the classy, seemingly well-educated woman I’d spent a few hours with a couple of nights ago.
I encouraged her to step back, freeing me from her confines. Suddenly sobered, I collected my clothes and pulled on my jeans as I escaped. I was fleeing her and whatever the hell it was I’d just done with her husband.
Holy shit.
I’d sucked another man’s dick—with sheer fucking joy. He’d stretched my mouth with the size of his cock and left the taste of his come on the back of my throat. And I’d loved having him on my tongue while I simultaneously hated him for the experience.
I didn’t even know what to call the double-penetration action. I had completely forgotten Emily was even in the room as I basically fucked her husband through her. I had wanted to fuck her husband. I wanted to feel him against my cock—had wanted—past tense. For a brief moment, I had wished her not to be involved.
If David had tried to take me, I would have let him. At the moment, it felt good, incredibly fucking good.
Now… Now, I wanted to throw up and scour my skin with a Brillo pad.
Holy fuck.
“Bastian!” Emily called after me, the confusion obvious in her voice. “Bastian, come back!”
I didn’t stop.
I didn’t look back.
By the time I was down the hall, I’d broken into a sprint. Finally, behind the closed door of my room upstairs, I secured the lock, my back against the knob, and I slid to the floor
—horrified.
Her scent was all around me, on me. When I closed my eyes, it wasn’t Emily I saw but David—fucking me with his eyes. She hadn’t been present for him, either. He’d been fucking me the same way I’d been fucking him, and we’d both gotten off on that shit…hard.
“No, no, no.” As if I told myself that it hadn’t happened enough that might change reality.
It didn’t, and neither did purging my stomach in the bathroom. I stripped off my tux and vowed to burn it when I got home. The thought of wearing the damn thing tomorrow made me ill.
Once I was certain there was nothing left in my stomach to heave, I took the hottest shower I could stand. Surely burning off the top layer of my skin and scrubbing it with a washcloth would make the filth disappear.
It didn’t.
I toweled off and climbed into bed naked. When I went to plug in my phone, I realized I hadn’t checked it in hours. But I couldn’t deal with seven missed calls from Nate or the countless unread messages.
Not tonight.
Every message was the same. Nate’s voice was panicked as he begged me to call.
“Damn it, Bastian. It’s fucking midnight. Where the hell are you? Call me back.” That call had come in hours ago.
I dreaded reaching out. He’d give me shit, and I wasn’t sure I could handle it with the mindfuck I’d endured earlier.
“Where in the actual fuck have you been, Bastian?”
“Hey to you, too, Nate.”
“Seriously, asshole, where have you been?”
I sighed. “You wouldn’t believe me if I told you, and quite frankly, I’m not ready to relive it in a story. Are you okay?”
“Well, let’s see. I got here late Thursday night with your pseudo girlfriend, who, upon checking in, immediately disappeared. She returned about an hour later, wanting to go to some bar. I figured what the hell? It’s New York, a semi-vacation, so I agreed, even though it was late and I had been up since five and worked all day before flying three hours, to endure an hour cab ride, and then make my way to our room.”
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