Chapter 1
Hank’s pants hit the floor, and for a moment I couldn’t look at him. Instead, my eyes snapped back to Patricia – already naked and comfortable, reclining in our bed. My wife, who brought us here. She was half lying there, smiling like this is just another Friday night.
And I can’t help but think, and not for the first time: How the hell did I get here?
The truth is, I’d been carrying this secret for years. Every time Pat went down on me – and God knows she loved doing it – I felt myself slipping into her place. At first, it was just a stray thought: What’s it like, having that power? That view? But after hundreds of times over 25 years, those stray thoughts turned into full-blown fantasies. Her lips became my lips. Her rhythm, my rhythm. And somewhere along the way, I realized I didn’t just want to imagine it anymore. I wanted to try.
A month ago, I finally told her.
“I’m not attracted to guys, not even a little,” I said. “But after feeling you, seeing you, I want to know what that’s like for you. If anything, you should be flattered.”
She looked at me sideways, half amused, half concerned, like she couldn’t decide whether to laugh or brace for impact.
“So, what did you want to do about that?” she asked.
“I’d like us to make it happen, if we could.”
Her smile vanished. “You think you’ll just blow some guy and that’s not cheating? Would it be cheating if I blew some guy?”
That hit me harder than I expected. She’d shut it down so quickly it almost felt unfair.
“It’s not the same,” I argued. “I’m not attracted to men. You are. This is just something I feel I need to do. And it doesn’t even have to happen somewhere else. It could be here, with you in the room. You could even give me tips.”
She snorted. “If you’ve got some guy in my bedroom with his cock out, I’m going to have some fun too.”
I responded, “But I’d worry. What if you enjoy sex with him more than you enjoy sex with me?”
She replied, “Here’s the truth: nothing will ever change how I feel about you. He could be the best fuck in the state, and he’s still going home at the end of the night, and I’m staying here with you. There’s more to us about how good you are in bed – and you’re VERY good. I’m not looking for better, and if I found it, I wouldn’t care.”
And that was the deal. If I wanted this, I had to share her for one night.
The ground rules came fast after that, as if we were planning some kinky board game.
First, I said I go first. If the guy can’t get it up again, that’s not my problem.
Patricia shot back that she’d only give me oral, not him. If he wanted a repeat, that was up to me to get sucking – even if I didn’t enjoy my first time.
Then I added no anal. Not her, not me, not him. I don’t think I needed to make that rule, but I wanted it said.
Finally, she made what was the hardest rule for me to swallow, that she gets to choose the guy, and it might be someone she or we know.
And now here we are. Hank’s underpants are sliding down, Pat’s naked beside me, and all I can think is whether this will end with her wanting him more than me, regardless of what she said.”
Chapter 2
Pat leaned back against the pillows, arms behind her head, perfectly at ease. She looked like something out of a classical painting. She was confident and seemingly completely unbothered by the fact that another man is standing naked at the foot of our bed.
“So,” she said casually, like this was small talk before dinner, “how was work today?”
I almost laughed at the absurdity of it, but then it hit me all over again: Hank’s not a stranger. Not exactly. He works in Pat’s building. I know that’s a huge red flag. But this was her rule, and this was what I wanted, and I didn’t feel like I had any place to question her.
Now, sitting here watching him naked in our bedroom, I can’t shake the thought: she sees this guy at the office. Every day, probably. Jesus, what was I thinking? Agreeing to THAT?
Pat shifted, her smirk widening. “So, Greg, this is your thing. You getting on your knees, or did you have some other plan for how you do this?”
My mouth went dry, my chest tightened. “Yeah, I guess – yeah, on my knees. Let me get down there.”
I reached for the water bottle on the nightstand, twisted the cap, and took a long pull. Swish, swallow, stall. Pat chuckled softly, like she knew exactly what I was doing. Hank didn’t say a word. He just waited.
Suddenly, I found myself annoyed by the music playing, with the singer crooning about having a bad day. I reached for the remote and turned it off.
I set down the remote and then pushed myself up and stepped towards him. His cock was already hard, right there, nothing between us.
And then I did it. I dropped to my knees in front of him.
Hank frowned, glancing at Pat. “So, now?”
Pat smirked. “Yes, Hank. Now. My husband’s been dying for this. Go on, let him.”
That seemed to be all Hank needed. His cock twitched, rising higher, and he shifted closer. He was calm, steady, like he’s been here before. And me? My heart was trying to punch its way out of my chest.
I reached out, fingers closing around him; warm, thick, pulsing. And then relief hit me: he’s not as big as I feared. In fact, I’m pretty sure I’ve got the bigger cock in the room. A shaky breath escapes me, half laugh, half sigh. Thank God. I had been thinking about how I would be able to compete with some nine-inch monster.
I glanced back at Pat. She’s watching me, expectant, playful. So I leaned in, opened my mouth, and took Hank past my lips. Just the head at first. My jaw ached instantly, but instinct took over. The rhythm I’ve felt for 25 years, the little flick of the tongue under the head, I mimicked it, clumsy but deliberate.
Hank groaned, surprised. Pat’s eyebrows shot up.
Her smirk shifted into concern. “Don’t try to take it too deep, Greg. My first time doing that was – umm – messy.”
But what she doesn’t know, what I haven’t told her, is that I’ve practiced. Quiet nights, one of her toys suction cupped to the shower wall, gagging, trying again, figuring out how to breathe through it until my nose hit the tiles.
I steadied myself, inhaled deeply, and pushed forward until all 5 1/2 inches were gone. His stomach brushed my nose. My throat tightened, but I held him there.
Pat gasped. “I guess you’ve really been paying attention, Greg. Nicely done.”
I eased back, caught a breath, then settled into a rhythm – pulling to the tip, swirling my tongue, sliding down again. Hank groans louder, his hips twitch.
Pat cut in sharply. “No. Don’t touch his head. Don’t touch any part of him. You remember the rules.”
Hank blinked, startled, and let his hands drop. “Yeah, I forgot, sorry.”
I didn’t break rhythm. Inside, I grinned. Good girl, Pat. Good girl.
I kept working, tongue circling, hand steady. Then I risked a glance up. Hank wasn’t looking at me – he was locked on Pat.
I twisted enough to see her. She was sprawled across the bed, one hand between her thighs, playing with herself while she watched us. My stomach flipped.
Her voice cut sharply, “Greg, he’s getting close. I know you don’t know the signs, but trust me, you’re right at the edge.”
I pulled off immediately, gasping. It’d been like thirty seconds, and it was going to be over? Not yet. No way. I watched his cock soften slightly, twitching as the edge slipped away.
Pat studied him, then said, “Ok, he’s good to go.”
I dove back in, slower, more controlled, tongue dragging the underside.
I started the rhythm again. It was easier for me this time. This time, I felt it—a slight change in his breathing—a tensing in his stomach. I pulled off immediately.
As soon as I did, I couldn’t help but think to myself, “Why?” I thought it was long enough, but I was putting myself in Pat’s place, and she would have edged me again. I waited for him to settle down – to come back from the edge, and wrapped my lips around his cock again.
Pat smirked. “You always were a quick learner.”
Her praise pushed me harder. I swirled my tongue around the head, sucking firmly, refusing to stop this time. Hank groaned, louder, hips jerking.
“God, that’s hot,” Pat said.
Panic suddenly hit me. Oh shit, I edged him twice. Pat said when I come there are two, maybe three “wet” pulses. Nothing too strong. But that was without edging. Am I about to get blasted like a fire hose? Can I even handle this?
The first pulse slapped the roof of my mouth, but it was dry. For half a second, I thought maybe that was it.
Then the flood came.
Hot, thick, five heavy pulses about a second apart. I almost gagged, almost choked, but the taste hit me – sweeter than I expected. Shockingly so. It steadied me, even as the volume tried to overwhelm me. Pat said two or three. This is twice that.
I swallowed after each pulse, and held him in my mouth until the last twitch faded. Hank sagged back against the frame, spent.
Pat propped herself up, eyes on me. “So? Was it sweet? Sour? Bitter?”
I wiped my chin, swallowed, and nodded. “Sweet – well, much sweeter than I expected at least.”
Her grin bloomed wide. “Okay then. You’re welcome! I told Hank I’d only fuck him if he ate nothing but pineapple and drank plenty of water for two days.”
Hank chuckled weakly, still recovering. Pat winked at me, smug and playful.
And that’s when it hit me: she’d been one step ahead the whole time.
Suddenly, I realized I was a plaything in her fantasy, while I thought it was my fantasy.
Chapter 3
Hank finally caught his breath, still half-slumped against the bedframe, and looked at Pat. “I’m gonna need 10 minutes max,” he said, voice hoarse. Then he glanced at me, cheeks pink. “But the edging – I didn’t expect that. Maybe 15 minutes. Man, Greg, I gotta say -“
Pat cut him off with a sharp laugh. “No compliments for Greg. Or complaints. You agreed. Feel free to compliment me as much as you want.”
Hank blinked, then nodded quickly, muttering, “Right. Yeah. Of course.”
He sat down on the bed beside her, on her left. I was still on her right, catching my breath.
The silence stretched until Hank cleared his throat. “So – was it everything you hoped?”
I let out a shaky laugh, rubbing my palms on my thighs. “I think I need some time with it. To – process. But you did exactly what I needed you to do.”
He started to nod like he might say more, but the rule kept him quiet.
I shook my head, smirking a little. “I’d thank you, but that just seems weird. And you’re not allowed to thank me, so let’s just move on.”
Pat grinned, clearly pleased with herself.
Around 12 minutes passed in a strange lull, breathing steadied, sweat dried, and the air felt heavy. Then Hank shifted on the bed, glancing between us and blurted, “Uh .. is it cool if I go down on your wife?”
I raised an eyebrow. “Why are you asking me? If there’s one thing I think we’ve both learned tonight, it’s that she’s in charge. Pat?”
Pat laughed. “About time you figured that out. And yes, Hank, you’d better!”
And it was then I realized my night was only halfway done, and the next part wasn’t part of my fantasy.
He lowered his head between her thighs, tongue flicking against her clit. Her moans started soft, then grew stronger, her fingers threading into his hair.
I sat back, watching, analyzing. Hank’s good – steady tongue, focused – but he’s only using his mouth. No hands. Her g-spot untouched.
Another point for me.
But then Hank lifted his head, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “I’m ready,” he said, standing up, his cock rigid again.
My stomach dropped. I’d secretly hoped I had drained him for the night. Clearly, I was wrong.
Pat’s eyes locked on me. “Greg, I’m pretty wet right now, but can you be a gem and wet his cock with some saliva?”
My stomach twisted. Yeah, I should’ve seen this coming.
I forced a grin, feigning eagerness. “Oh yeah.”
I leaned forward, took Hank into my mouth, and gave him a few quick sucks, coating him with spit before pulling back. I wiped my chin and glanced at Pat. “All set.”
She looked at me. Not for permission, but to make sure I was still on board, and spread her thighs like it was nothing. Hank moved into place without hesitation. What the fuck was I thinking?
Pat gasped as he slid into her, inch by inch. He might not be as large as me, but he was different and she knew it. I watched his cock disappear inside my wife like some cheap magic trick.
Abracadabra.
The realization hit me. After two rounds of edging and one climax, this could take a while. A bitter laugh bubbles up. I almost said you’re welcome to Pat, but I bit it back.
Minutes passed. Pat moaned, breathless. “Hank, can we switch to doggy style?”
“Sure,” he answered, and they rearranged, Pat on all fours, Hank behind her. When he thrusted back inside, she groaned deeply and turned her head toward me.
“Bring that cock over here,” she said to me, her eyes blazing. “I want it in my mouth now.”
I crawled across the bed, pulse hammering. Everything clicked into place. If Hank can go indefinitely, then so can I.
“Edge only, I don’t want to come yet,” I told her firmly.
She grinned and nodded, lips wrapping around me.
Her mouth was hot, eager, her moans vibrating against my shaft. I climbed fast, too fast. Panic flared, and I yanked myself free, glistening and slick. My chest heaved as I backed away, forcing myself down from the edge.
I wasn’t even sure she noticed I was gone. She was too distracted.
Hank’s pace stuttered, his breathing ragged.
“I’m going to come!” he groaned, voice breaking.
Pat moaned, urging him on, and then I see it – the shiver rippling through him, the stiff thrusts, the release.
He was finishing inside her, like I figured he would. It wasn’t part of the rules for him not to.
His part of this night was about to be over, but not hers and not mine.
Chapter 4
Hank was coming. His thrusts turned erratic, shallow, his whole body tightening.
“Oh my god,” Hank said with a shiver as he pulled out and moved away.
I had given this some thought, but I still had to force myself. Hank pulled out, and I shoved past him and flipped Pat onto her back.
Her eyes widened, surprise flashing across her face. I meet it with a sharp smirk, lowering myself without a word.
And then I went to work with my face buried between her thighs, tasting her, reclaiming her. There’s no way I could let this end with her getting an orgasm from him.
“Whoa,” Hank muttered, still catching his breath, watching me take over.
I barely noticed. I’m locked in, focused.
I started by cleaning her, every trace of him. His taste was there at first, thick, sweet, and unmistakable, but I didn’t hesitate. I was glad I already knew it was sweet, otherwise I might have faltered. Instead, I dove deeper, swallowing it down, tongue working until the mix faded and what was left was purely her.
Pat arched against me, gasping, fingers tangling in my hair.
I slid two fingers inside, curled them up. Press. Search. Found the spot I knew by heart. And Pat was nice enough to moan in a way that said, “yeah – you found it.”
I wasn’t sure I could compete with the experience she just had. Hank seemed to be an experienced lover. But then, as if in response, her whole body jerked, thighs clamping around my head. A strangled cry ripped from her throat as she came hard, back arched, shaking.
And I didn’t let up. I rode her orgasm with her, tongue and fingers working together until she collapsed back onto the sheets, breathless.
Pat rolled onto her side, still catching her breath, and looked over at Hank.
He lifted his hands in surrender, a tired smile on his face. “I’m spent. Not sure what I can even say here. You two have the strongest relationship I’ve ever seen. In case I forget later, don’t lose my number – both of you.”
Pat laughed softly as Hank left, then turned her attention back to me. Her eyes narrowed, playful. “Have you come yet?”
I shook my head. “Not yet. But tonight wasn’t about me coming.”
Her grin twisted into a snarl as she shoved me back onto the pillows. I was too surprised to say anything.
“It is now,” she said, and her mouth was on me. I had lost the ability for rational thought.
Fifteen seconds later, it was over. But I had a feeling we’d barely started.
The End
