Mary and I grew closer and closer. We were each on our own secret voyage of discovery. She confided in me and me in her. We developed fantasies together and worked together to make them happen. I never took part, but I watched her show unfold through that door. She loved the sex anyway, but knowing I was there added an extra thrill for her.
Over time I started to help her get ready for these sessions. Eventually the preparation and chat started to become part of the thrill! One afternoon we were lying on the sofa together, top to tail:
“We always play out my fantasies. I know you’ve had girlfriends but we have never talked much about what you want to try,” Mary said as she looked at me. When she was serious she had a way of looking at you that warned you not to bullshit.
“You know standard male stuff really,” I tried to bullshit.
Silence. Stony silence.
“Tell me the deepest fantasy. The one you have never told anyone. The one that makes you blush to say it out loud.”
To be fair I knew everything about her. I’d watched her do almost everything! But could I tell her? My heart rate rose:
“When I’m turned on, really horny, I …..I start to think about being with another guy.” I couldn’t believe I had said it out loud. I felt her end of the sofa jolt; she sat up and looked at me even harder:
“You are bi?”
“I don’t know. I have never tried, but like I say, when I am really horny I like to visit gay porn sites. To think what it would be like with another bloke.”
“You want to fuck another man?”
“No. Actually in my fantasy I am very sub. I want to suck a nice cock and maybe see where it leads from there. I have watched you suck and be fucked by some really good looking guys. I have started to want to know what that feels like! Some of those guys you have played with have been so hot!”
Mary thought for a moment. I could tell she was a bit shocked; it had always been her that pushed the boundaries. Now I had crashed through one. “I’ve always wanted to watch two guys together,” she said. ”Up close to watch a couple of fit guys play together would be a real turn on.” Bang, she had the shock value back on her side again!
“So my fantasy doesn’t shock you, or disgust you?”
“Totally the opposite! I’m already starting to think of games we can play. Two of our fantasies ticked off in one evening.”
“How so?”
“Let me help your fantasy come true…..but let me be there while you have you first bi experience.”
“The two of us in bed together…a threesome?”
“Sort of. I know we have never been together and I think we both want to keep it that way. But you can play with him and I’ll watch, and he can play with me and you can watch. You just won’t have to be the other side of the door!”
“For my first I want an experienced guy though. The fantasy is always somebody that takes control, teaches me how to please him, and leads the way. I don’t want some guy that says he is bi just to get to fuck your lovely bod!”
“I’ve got that covered I think. There is a bi/gay club in the city centre. If we go there we can pull together – make sure we get somebody that knows what the score is.”
Wow. What a conversation. I was now so excited I could feel my heart race and I was so turned on. This was my chance:
“Ok, it’s a date. Let’s go out on the pull together. It will fun whatever.” I still didn’t think we would actually get anywhere but it would be a fun night out anyway.
The club wasn’t what I expected. I thought it would be loud music, hot and sweaty. Like a 70s disco. This was much more chilled with jazz music playing. Big sofas, bar stools and cubicles around the walls. The lighting was dimmed and the mirrors gave the place a really stylish feel. Not the sordid dive I had expected. It was about half full of stylish city types. If it had not been made clear by the door staff you would never have know that this was the cool place for gay and bi 20 somethings to relax on a Friday night.
Mary was wearing her short black dress. Default pulling outfit, her great body was shown off by the figure hugging cut, her long legs and lovely skin revealed. I was wearing designer jeans and an up market open necked shirt. I was so nervous. Thrilled as well but basically petrified. Could the rest of the room tell? How out of place did I look?
Mary looked right at home. She wandered us over to the bar and ordered a couple of drinks. We looked a bit odd as a M/F couple in here so we headed over to a booth where we could relax, have a few drinks and survey the room.
We chatted, eyed up the guys and compared notes. It was strange to be looking at the same blokes – was Mary eyeing them up with a view to watching them with me or for her own play? I don’t know but I became more and more turned on.
“Shit I know him, he’s one of the PhD students in my department,” I hissed.
Mary looked around. Tim was leaning against the bar, beer bottle in hand, looking around the room to check out who was there. He was tall, sandy haired, blue eyed and about 27. He was athletic; I think he played football for the department. Surely he shouldn’t be in here. I’m sure I’d seen him out and about with girls, in fact I think some of those on my course fancied him.
I whispered all this to Mary. While I was doing so Tim’s survey of the room moved around to us…and stopped. Oh, God he has seen me I thought. Totally relaxed he just held up his beer bottle to me, and I returned the gesture with my glass.
He ambled over. “Evening both,” he said, “mind if I join you?”
“Not at all,” Mary said. I’m glad she was there. I think I might not have been able to speak otherwise!
“I didn’t think this was your kind of place,” was all I managed to force out.
“Likewise for you and it’s a strange place to bring your girlfriend,” he said nodding to Mary.
“I’m not his girlfriend,” Mary said, “we just play together.”
“Play? What sort of games?”
“’til now it has been about getting me fucked,” Mary said, deliberately trying to shock him.
“’til now it sounds like a fun game.” He grinned, unshocked and enjoying the banter.