Which is kind of a problem for me; I love my kinks. I love to talk about them with him, and while he's more than happy to listen and indulge my every kink, even the ones that I only think I might be interested in, when I ask him about his, he clams up and sputters that he doesn't have any.
Which is an outright lie.
I've lost count of how many times I've urged Chet, encouraged him to talk to me, that I would have to judgments about it, that I would still love him just as much and all I really wanted to do was make him feel as good as he makes me feel, but he's as quiet as a mouse and sweats like a sinner in church every time I bring it up. So, I took matters into my own hands, so to speak.
The poor man is woefully ignorant when it comes to technology, and it didn't take long for me to suffuse out his browser history. It took me even less time to find his porn folder. Seriously, who still keeps their porn in an, “unnamed file,” folder anymore? Does that still fool people in this day and age? I love Mark with all my heart, but seriously, the man has to get with the times!
My search bore interesting fruit, and while I'm certainly not opposed to what he's into, I can see why he might have been reluctant to share them with me. Honestly, I had feared that he was into darker fantasies that I might not be comfortable with, ones that might hurt me, but no, it's thankfully much more simplistic than that: he's into cuckolding and being made to feel shame for it.
There's other little things I know he likes, light bondage being among them, and other things that he had looked up in his search history that we will definitely have to try out at some point, but those were the two big ones that he had the most porn focused on.
So, he has fantasies about getting to watch me get fucked by another man, and be forced to be shamed for liking the show? Well, I could certainly work with that. Truth be told, I had fantasies about having someone involved in our sexual escapades on occasion, and the idea that he was thinking along the same lines sent thrills down my spine. Now, what to do about it?
Well, the answer was simple: to set up a night where I could make this one secret fantasy of his come true. Really, it wouldn't take much; there was one mutual friend of ours that I could call, one that appreciated sex and could involve himself in our relationship casually without there being any drama. He was handsome, and there was so much mutual love between the three of us already, it would be so easy to consider him a pet of ours. And if things went well, he could easily be added into the fold for more liaisons between the three of us. I had my phone out and had his number dialed before I could think twice about it.
“Hello? Jenn?” I heard his deep voice over the phone. I grinned.
“Leon, I'm so glad you picked up! There's something I want to talk to you about. A...” I wet my lips. “A favor to ask, really. It's kind of a big one, I guess, but I don't want you to feel pressured into it!” I said, rushing to try and reassure him that he didn't have to agree to it if he didn't want to.
“Sounds serious.” His chuckle rumbled through my speaker. “What's up?” Though I'm nervous about assuming too much of him, I manage to explain things to Leon, and before I can work up the nerve to ask him to participate, I hear him chuckle again. “I take it you'd like my help in granting his secret wish?”
“I... I know it's a lot to ask, but-”
“Come on, Jenn, you know me. I'm always down for having sex with someone I adore as much as I adore you.” I could practically hear the grin on his face as he spoke. Cheeky as he was being, it eased the tension in my chest to know that he was as casual about the proposal as I thought he would be. “And knowing the both of you are going to be involved? Even better. When's this going down?” We immediately got to work on scheming how things were going to go down. We settled on meeting at my house three hours from now to discuss things and get ready before Chet came home from work, and I could already feel my excitement mounting.
“Leon, I can't begin to thank you enough for this!” I said, my giddiness bubbling over at the idea of finally, finally getting to pleasure Chet in a way that he really wanted to, one that we could all enjoy immensely.
Now all I had to do was wait.
Chapter Three
I had barely made it home before Leon came to the door, but that was just as well; it probably would have been worse for me if I had to wait and do nothing while my excitement mounted and my mind ran away from me. I ushered him in and closed the door behind me like I was trying to hide him from the world, like he was my dirty little secret. A part of me was already being pulled into the fantasy, it would seem, I thought with glee.
“Well, I'm going to be honest, sweetheart,” Leon commented casually as he stepped out of his shoes and flopped onto my couch. “I never thought you'd be the one to come to me with a request like this – figured I'd be the one to bring it up at some point.” I supposed that the idea of him offering something like this wasn't surprising; he'd been open with the fact that he was attracted to both Chet and myself for the longest time, almost as long as we had known him, and he was so open and willing to express his sexuality that he would practically proposition anyone that showed even a passing interest that he thought he could actually woo. “Not that I'm complaining, mind. So,” he laced his fingers and placed them behind his head. “What's the plan?”
“Well, I noticed that he likes to watch porn where a husband comes home and sees his wife having an affair with another man, or about to start having an affair, and gets off to it.” I explain. Leon nods his head.
“Most common ones for cuckolding, so it makes sense.” He tilted his head to the side. “Does he know that we're going to do this? I know it's his fantasy, but I don't want him to get the wrong idea and think that I'd betray either of you.”
“I thought about that, too,” I admitted. “I think that if we're sitting in the living room, somewhere he can see us when he first walks in, and we're not doing anything yet, and we talk to him about it, then he can buy into the fantasy without thinking that either of us is actually going behind his back and betraying him.”
“Makes sense,” Leon nodded his head again. “Most straight forward, easiest to back out of. Cool. So,” he took his hands from behind his head and rested them on his knees, leaning toward me. “Now I get to ask you what you're going to be interested in for this little session of ours.” His smirk was enough to make my core begin to throb with want, and I quietly cursed how attractive he was. This was going to make waiting that much harder, but just as worth it, I had to remind myself.
“I think I'll leave that one up to you.” I said with a shrug. “Though I would like to kind of...I don't know how to put it...” I frowned as I searched for the words. “I'd like to set the tone, if that makes sense? Get a feel for what Chet would be comfortable with, and then just sort of...let you take over? Would that be okay?”
“You know it, baby.” He winked at me. “I'm a quick study. As soon as we figure out Chet's boundaries, I'm going to make you feel so good, you'll almost forget that he's watching.” His smirk widened, and I gulped, wondering if I was going to survive the night. “We could always do a little light foreplay now, if you'd like?” He rose from the couch and sauntered over to me, his eyes darkening over in lust. “I don't even have to take off your clothes; I could just figure out where you need to be touched like this,” he lightly skims his hands along the curve of my waist. I tremble at the way it feels like his touch leaves a burning trail in its wake.
“I, ah,” I swallowed. “I'm not complicated.” I managed to wheeze out when his hand slips under my shirt and begins to lightly brush at my skin. The contact, so intimate and clandestine and not from Chet that it made it seem that much naughtier, that much more exhilarating to experience.
“Oh?” He arched a brow. “Then... you like being touched here,” the hand under my shirt floats up to my breast, cupping it through by bra and lightly squeezing. I panted, already feeling a dampness between my legs that I knew was only going to worsen as the night wore on. “And here?” His free
hand slips between my thighs, lightly pressing against my womanhood though my jeans. I let out an automatic whimper and find myself nodding my head without thinking.
Oh, this feels so wrong, but so very, very right.
“Ah, Leon...” I moan through my panting, trying to resist the urge to squirm under his touch.
“Don't you worry, sweetheart,” he cooed into my ear, pushing his hand more insistently against my core before easing off and gripping my hip instead. It didn't seem to make a difference in how aroused I was; I was still throbbing between my thighs, the need in me to find release already growing insistent, impatient, as if it couldn't wait for when we were going to enact our plan. “You're going to call the shots. At first.” He reminds me, and I can't stop the way that my body quivers at the implication. “But once we've settled in,” he breathed, pressing a kiss to my neck. “Then, it's my turn to ravish you.” I can't speak, can't find my voice for how aroused I am in that moment.
And that was before Chet came walking through the front door.
Chapter Four
“Leon?” Chet said, eyes wide in surprise as he took in the appearance of our friend in the middle of our living room. “A-and... Jenn? What... what's going on?” His voice dropped, and though I felt guilty for a moment, I realized that there wasn't a hint of betrayal in his voice – far from it; the hoarse whisper his words had become spoke more of alarmed arousal than anything else, like he hadn't expected to walk into one of his porn videos. The heat in my insides was stoked by the hitch in his breath, in the way that his pupils were already beginning to widen.
Still, I at least had to explain that this was planned for him.
Even still, I couldn't find my voice, still choking on arousal and nervousness both. Then Leon pinched my nipple lightly through my thin bra, and I couldn't help letting out the mewl of pleasure that spiked from his touch. Leon's dominant smirk never faltered as he pulled me closer with an arm, his movements languid and casual, as if there was nothing sordid about what he was doing.
“From what I gather, you weren't being completely honest with Jenn here, Chet.” Leon said, speaking for me when my voice had fled. Chet's eyes widened.
“W-what do you-?”
“All she wanted to know was what got you off, Chet.” Leon clucked his tongue, the hand on my hip slipping back beneath my shirt to feel my skin again. His hand felt hot, his callouses rough, but his touch was gentle. “You could have just told her, but you had to go and make shit difficult, so she went and found out about all of your little kinks.” I swallowed, my eyes never leaving Chet's face, watching for any sign that he wasn't into this and that he didn't want it.
“She...?” He looked over at me, eyes wide. “You know?” Now that I was being addressed directly, I forced my voice to wheeze itself back into existence.
“I just wanted to make you feel good.” I stammered. “The same that you do for me, right? So I watched your porn-”
“Oh, God...” he scrubbed a hand over his face.
“But I'm alright with it. I want to do this for you.” I felt my face grow hot. “I want to do this for us, Chet.” I plead with him earnestly, hoping that he believed me for the truth in my voice.
“So unless you have any objections,” Leon took over speaking for me, giving my waist a reassuring squeeze. “I'm going to take your wife into the bedroom and fuck her brains out, and you,” he pointed at Chet. “Can decide whether or not you want to watch the magic happen. Either way, this lovely lady right here,” he squeezed me tighter to him. “Is going to be mine tonight, all because you couldn't man up and be honest with how you felt.” So Leon was getting into the fantasy, too, shaming Chet like he wanted. That was going to make things easier, make it more enjoyable for all of us, really.
I was curious as to how aroused Chet really was at the prospect, at the idea of this happening without a chance to mentally prepare himself. One cursory glance at the crotch of his pants told me everything that I needed to know; he was hard, and I could swear that his cock throbbed so hard that I could see it twitch in his pants. His pupils were blown out so wide I almost couldn't see his irises anymore. Any lingering doubt that I had left evaporated at the sight of him so hopelessly lost in his own arousal, so excited to watch Leon fuck me on our bed.
As Leon led me past him to get to the bedroom, I ripped my gaze from Chet and focused my attention solely on Leon; the whole point of this fantasy was that I was going to be with him for tonight, after all, and that I would openly shame Chet for watching, for getting off on the whole experience as much as Leon was. As much as I was.
I was going to be in for quite the night.
Chapter Five
Leon had planned ahead, it seemed; no sooner than when we had slipped into the bedroom and he had begun to slide my pants over the curve of my ass did I notice that he was wearing clothes that could easily be slipped off; a simple shirt and a pair of basketball shorts were all he came in. I licked my lips, pleased that there wasn't going to have to be much preamble in undressing him, but that I had the option to draw it out if I really wanted to rile both him and Chet up.
I did enjoy having options, after all.
I wriggled out of my pants, grateful that I had opted to not wear underwear today; one less thing to worry about now, I reasoned. I felt his large, rough hands slide over my rear, grabbing at the supple flesh he found there and kneading it, spreading my cheeks apart and pushing them back together as his lips found mine. I found myself wriggling my hips for an entirely different reason at that point, the friction from his movements distracting and making me pulse even worse than I had been before Chet had interrupted us.
Leon's kisses were all consuming, and only served to stoke the fire in my belly that he had ignited with his touch alone. I wanted him, I wanted all of him, and I wanted to make damn sure that Chet was watching. Sure enough, I heard his footsteps approaching the bedroom door, though they stopped short of entering. He was peering into the room, a voyeur in his own home. One glance in his direction showed me how excited he was, how he was already palming himself through his pants.
Another thrill washing over me, I grew desperate for Leon and I to be naked, for us both to be on the bed so I could start this whole thing. I clawed his top off of him, practically ripped his shorts off of him until he was in nothing but his boxers. Leon must have sensed my urgency, because he only pulled his mouth off of me long enough to pull my shirt and bra off before reattaching himself to my mouth, suckling at my lower lip as he guided me over to the bed.
I turned us at the last moment so that he was the one that landed on the mattress first, and I clambered on top of him, straddling his hips as I took in how handsome he was, all tanned skin and firm muscle. I felt my tongue swell with how much I wanted to taste him in that moment.
I slowly kissed at his mouth before working my way down his neck to his chest, ignoring his impatient sighs and squirming. He might have wanted to get thing started, but I was in no hurry for either of their sakes; I was going to take my time, drawing out Leon's pleasure and using it to tease Chet with what he couldn't have right now. What he would have to beg me for later.
I paused at his left nipple, greeting it with a kiss before lavishing attention on it with my tongue. He sucked in a sharp breath as I gave it a sharp nip with my teeth before moving across his chest to do the same to its twin. As I did, I ground our sexes together, feeling his hardened length against my entrance and how hot and heavy it already was. I could feel the coil within me winding up already, working me toward an orgasm. I tried to focus on Leon, on his pleasure, to try and avoid going crazy too quickly; I wanted to drag this out, after all.
I could feel that his heartbeat had increased underneath my palm, his chest heaving under the teasing ministrations I had already bestowed upon him. Watching and feeling his reactions as I worked my way down his torso made me like nothing more than for him to simply hold me down and fuck me into the mattress until I walked funny, but at that moment, it had to be a
ll about him so that it could be all about Chet, too. I squeezed my thighs together in an attempt to ignore my own aching arousal as I continued.
The soft curls of dark hair below his belly button tickled my nose as I made my way down to his hips. His fingers clutched at the blankets on the bed hard enough that his knuckles turned white when I nipped at his hip bone. His gaze is narrowed as he stared down at me, a growl rumbling in his chest from the way that I was teasing him. I felt it more than I heard it, that rumble in his chest, and it sent a shiver all the way down my spine and straight to my aching cunt. Eagerly, if somewhat clumsily, I tugged at his boxers, the last, thin strip of fabric that separated us.
Lying beneath me like he was then, he was like a present that I needed so desperately to open, but I fought that instinct for a few moment longer, turning away from him and straddling his chest so that I was facing the door, where I could see Chet, pants down and cock in hand. I couldn't stop the smirk on my face from spreading, knowing that my husband was getting an eyeful of this.
“Enjoying this?” I ask, the question aimed at both Leon and Chet all at once. I hear two moans, one behind me and one in front of me, but otherwise no one says a word. I leaned down so that my face was above the bulge in his underwear, watching it from this close giving me a perfect view of the way that it twitched so eagerly for me while I could watch Chet's every reaction. It was also giving Leon a clear view of my bare womanly flower, of how aroused and needy I was. It was all the encouragement he needed, sliding his hands up the backs of my thighs and teasing my outer labia, still mindful of the agreement that we had made.
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