It was the night my wife found out my most guarded secret.
The music thudded in my chest, a heavy bass-note heartbeat, as we navigated through the party. Lisa had always been the social butterfly of our marriage, and she thrived in these situations – her laughter like sparkling wine, intoxicating and inviting. I, on the other hand, was more reserved, preferring intimate gatherings to the raucous parties she enjoyed.
"Paul! Lisa!" A familiar voice slurred behind us, alcohol thickening his words. It was Mark, an old friend from college. He stumbled over, drink sloshing from his cup. "It's been too long!"
"Hey, Mark," I offered a tight smile, cautiously eyeing his unsteady movements.
"Mark, you're wasted!" Lisa laughed, steadying him with a playful slap on the back. "How many drinks have you had?"
"Ah, who knows?" He grinned lazily, then leaned in closer, his breath hot and sour. "But hey, Paul, remember those wild nights in college? You know, when you hooked up with... guys?" His voice trailed off into a conspiratorial whisper.
I felt my face flush crimson, my stomach twisting into knots. My past experiences were something I'd kept hidden for years, desperate to bury them beneath layers of denial. Lisa looked at me, eyes wide with surprise, and I could see her processing this new information about me.
"Mark, maybe you should go sit down," Lisa said gently, guiding him away from us. After we made sure he was settled, Lisa turned to me, concern etched on her face. "Is it true, Paul? Have you been with men before?"
"Look, it was a long time ago. I didn't think it mattered anymore," I stammered, my heart pounding.
The rest of the evening, I felt seasick. I came from an old-fashioned background, and anything that was queer or gay was strictly taboo. I had seen people get their whole life destroyed when their secret came out.
Back home, the tension between us was palpable. I braced myself for Lisa's anger or disgust, but she surprised me yet again.
"Paul," she said softly, "I'm not upset that you've been with men. I wish you'd told me sooner, but your past experiences don't change how I feel about you."
"Really?" I asked, my voice barely a whisper.
"Really," she assured me, taking my hand. Her touch was electric, sending shivers down my spine. "In fact," she continued, her voice taking on a sultry tone, "I've been mulling it over, and... I think it's kind of hot."
"Hot?" The word felt foreign and uncertain in my mouth.
Lisa nodded, her eyes smoldering. "Not many men know this, but lots of women like to see two men getting it on."
I swallowed. "Have you? Seen something like that, I mean?"
She stepped closer, her breath hot on my neck as she whispered, "No, but I've always been curious."
I felt relieved at her reaction, but I still wanted to change the subject and forget the whole thing.
"I'm gonna grab a shower before bed," I muttered and got up from the couch.
"Wait," Lisa said. "Can I just say something? I've always wondered what it would be like to watch you serve another man. To see him take control of you, making you submit to his desires. It turns me on just thinking about it."
I was speechless. My mind raced; images of being dominated by another man flashed through my thoughts. I felt exposed and vulnerable, yet the sensation ignited a spark deep within me – a spark I couldn't deny.
My heart raced with excitement and fear. Could I really do this? Could I let my guard down and explore this side of myself with my wife? Lisa could sense my hesitation and pulled back, her expression soft. "Hey, it's okay if you're not ready for this. I just want you to know that I love you, no matter what."
I felt a sense of relief flood through me, and I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her close.
"Thank you," I whispered, kissing her softly.
Over the next few days, Lisa and I scoured the internet to find the perfect man to fulfil our fantasy. We finally found him – an older, muscular gent with a rugged charm that made my pulse quicken. He called himself Jack, and after exchanging messages and setting some boundaries, we invited him over to our place.
"Paul, are you sure about this?" Lisa asked me as she tidied up the living room, her eyes flicking between me and the door nervously.
"Lisa, I want to do this for you... and for myself," I admitted, feeling a mix of excitement and trepidation. "I trust you."
"Good," she said softly, giving me a reassuring smile. "He'll be here soon."
When Jack arrived, his imposing figure filled the doorway, casting a shadow over us both. As he stepped in, I could see the lustful gleam in his eyes. He sized me up and down, making me feel small and vulnerable. It was clear he intended to be dominant, and my heart raced in anticipation.
I sat on the couch, and Jack sat next to me. Lisa brought beers before she sat in the chair across the table from us.
"So," Jack said, taking control of the situation immediately. "Your wife discovered you've been with guys before?"
"Yes," I replied. "I had a few drunken experiences in college, but nothing since then."
I gave Lisa a nervous smile, and she reassured me with a wink. I knew she wanted to see where this would go. Jack opened his beer and took a long sip, then asked, "So you don't mind if I do what I want with your husband?"
A thrill of excitement washed over me.
"We're good, Jack," Lisa said confidently, her voice steady. "Paul and I have talked about this, and I'm ready to see it with my own eyes."
"Great," Jack replied, turning to me. "How about you, Paul? You look a little nervous."
"I am a little," I admitted. "This is something I've never done before."
"I gotta ask, what are your boundaries? And what do you want to see, Lisa?"
"Actually... I've always been curious about watching a man dominate my husband."
I felt my heart flutter as the words left her lips. Marking my surprise, Jack leaned forward and took my hand in his. "It's okay, Paul. This is going to be a fun evening for all of us. Don't worry – we're all on the same page here." As he spoke, Jack squeezed my hand tightly, reassuringly, but I felt a sense of excited fear wash over me. "So tell me, Paul..." Jack looked into my eyes. "What is it that you have done with men sexually before? Was it just with guys your own age in college?"
"Actually," I hesitated. "It was with an older man I worked for at a part-time job."
Lisa leaned forward, listening intently. "An older man? Go on!"
Jack sipped his beer, taking his time. "So you were his employee, but you also blew him on the side?"
"Um, something like that," I said, feeling my face redden.
"Cool," Lisa whispered, her hands in her lap.
"So, how did you feel about that?" Jack asked, his voice low and soothing. "Getting ordered around by an older, more powerful man?"
"It was confusing," I admitted. "But I liked it... most of the time."
"Most of the time?" Jack asked, his eyebrow raised.
"Well," I started. "I felt dominated, and it was scary... but I like the feeling. It made me feel helpless, and I loved that. I liked the way he called the shots..."
"It sounds like you've got a bit of a submissive side, Paul," Jack observed.
"Paul," Jack said gruffly, "get on your knees." I obeyed without hesitation, my body responding to his command before my mind could even process it. My gaze lingered on the bulge in his pants, which seemed to grow with every passing second. "Unzip me and take it out," he ordered, staring down at me with an intensity that made it impossible to refuse.
My hands trembled as I unzipped his jeans, revealing his thick, impressive 7.5" cock. It was larger than anything I'd ever experienced, and I felt both intimidated and aroused. I glanced over at Lisa, who was watching intently; her breath hitched in her throat.
"Go on, Paul," she whispered, her voice heavy with desire. "Show him what you can do."
I took a deep breath and wrapped my lips around Jack's cock, feeling the smooth head press against the back of my throat. He let out a low growl of appreciation, his hands gripping my hair firmly as I began to suck him off.
"Good boy," he rumbled, thrusting into my mouth with growing enthusiasm. "Now, give my balls some attention."
I complied, lapping at his heavy sack while stroking his shaft. The taste of him filled my senses, and I felt a perverse pride in submitting to his demands, especially under Lisa's watchful gaze. She bit her lip, her eyes glued to the scene before her, and I knew she was enjoying every moment.
"Get up, Paul," Jack commanded suddenly, pulling me to my feet by the hair. "I think it's time we take this to the next level."
As I looked into Jack's eyes, I knew there was no turning back.
Jack, the stranger Lisa and I had invited into our home, undressed me and positioned me on my hands and knees before him on the sofa.
"Now, Lisa, make yourself useful and get me some lube," Jack commanded. "This ass looks really tight."
"Yes, sir," Lisa said, a smile flickering upon her lips before she disappeared into the bedroom.
"You're okay with this?" Jack asked, giving me a stern look. "You're ready to give this a try?"
"Yes," I breathed out, my heart racing with excitement and desire.
"Good," Jack said, stroking my back affectionately. "I want you to relax and let me in. I'm going to go slow, but you just tell me if you want me to stop."
"Okay," I whispered, feeling a little more at ease.
Lisa returned and handed Jack the lube, wordlessly taking a seat next to me on the sofa. Jack's hands gripped my ass and parted my cheeks, and I felt the cool, wet lube trickle down the crack of my ass. I braced myself as he began to insert a finger into my ass, slowly stretching me.
The room was filled with tension and anticipation as he aligned his thick 7.5" cock with my entrance. I glanced over at Lisa, who watched every moment with rapt attention.
"Ready for this, Paul?" Jack asked, a wicked grin on his face.
"Y-yes," I stammered, nerves and arousal warring within me.
With that, Jack thrust forward, the end of his shaft stretching me open in a way I'd never experienced before. My God, it hurt, but he didn't go too fast. He moved steadily and without mercy, forcing me to take his incredible girth until he achieved full penetration. My breath came in ragged gasps, my body trembling under the vulnerable feeling of being completely at his mercy.
"Fuck, you're tight," Jack growled, gripping my hips and beginning to move deeper inside me. Each thrust sent waves of pain and pleasure coursing through my body, making me feel more submissive than ever.
As I struggled to adjust, I couldn't help but glance over at Lisa. Her eyes sparkled with excitement, her hand slipping between her legs as she whispered, "That's it, baby. Take it for me."
The sight of her pleasuring herself while watching me be used fueled my own arousal, pushing me closer to the edge. But when I tried to reach for my own cock, Jack slapped my hand away.
"Focus on taking it, boy," he ordered, his voice dripping with authority. "Your pleasure isn't important right now."
I whimpered, tears pricking at the corners of my eyes as I tried to obey. Each thrust felt more intense than the last, forcing me to open wider and deeper than I thought possible. And through it all, Lisa watched, her excitement growing with every moment.
"Keep going," Lisa urged, her voice breathless and filled with lust. "Show my husband who's in control."
Jack grinned and redoubled his efforts, driving into me harder and faster than before. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh echoed through the room, punctuated by my own whimpers and the ragged moans of pleasure from both Lisa and Jack.
My body quivered uncontrollably, my mind reeling from the intensity of the experience. And as I succumbed to the pain and pleasure, I knew that nothing would ever be the same again.
The room was filled with heavy, labored breaths and the scent of sweat and sex.
Jack grabbed me and roughly tossed me over on my back. He spread my legs with his big hands, exposing my hole to him. I was surprised to see my own smaller cock rock hard against my belly, leaking a pool of precum.
Jack's cock, still slick with lube, rubbed against my opening. As he held my legs open in a wide stance, he teased my entrance, brushing the head of his cock against me and pulling away.
"Please, sir," I begged, my body shaking with desire.
Jack chuckled and slowly started to penetrate me again. He was more gentle this time, and I felt myself opening to him more easily, though the initial penetration was still enough to make me gasp with pain.
As his shaft slipped into me, I felt like I had been invaded, and at the same time, I felt complete. I moaned, closed my eyes and savored the feeling of being so full.
Jack pulled his hips back, almost all the way out of me, then eased back in again, his cock dragging against my prostate. The feeling was undeniable and incredibly intense. I cried out, a shuddering moan of pleasure leaving my lips.
Lisa and I both stared at the large older man fucking me.
"Oh, baby," Lisa whispered, her voice shaking. "He's so big... so big and so deep inside you."
Jack pulled back and slammed back into me, his hips slapping my ass, and his cock sending an intense wave of pleasure through my body. I whimpered, struggling to adjust to the intense feeling of being fucked. My body quivered, and I felt myself letting go and surrendering to the moment.
"Oh, baby, you're making this so easy," Jack said, repeating his thrusts.
Jack grunted and began fucking me faster, his thick cock filling me completely and hitting against my prostate again and again. I felt my orgasm building in me. My balls tightened, and I felt the telltale tingle deep within my ass. I gasped, my body on the very edge of cumming, but just out of reach.
"Jack, please..." I moaned, my legs shaking like crazy.
"What's that, boy?" Jack asked, hefting my legs over his shoulder and fucking me harder. "You need what?"