We met for dinner, my boyfriend and I. As he was telling me about his day, he mentioned that a guy he'd gone to school with had reached out and said he had moved back to the area. This guy had asked if they could have dinner. My guy was blushing as he told me this, so I teased him a little about perhaps having had a crush on this man back in the day? His nondenials were so cute! But he was quick to tell me he'd told this guy he is in a relationship.

I'm a few years older than my bf. He gets himself needlessly wrapped into emotional knots sometimes, so I rubbed his ankle under the table with my foot and told him to go ahead and schedule dinner, at our place. I smiled at him when I suggested at our place, hinting that I was game for whatever happened.

My boyfriend's old friend, Ken, as it turns out, reached out to me also through my boyfriend, to show that everything was above board. He seemed cute and intelligent, and I could understand my boyfriend's attraction to him, so we quickly set up dinner for next Thursday. 

Thursday evening arrived and I was preparing dinner in just an apron and tights when my boyfriend got back to our condo (yes, I am a bit of a sissy and an exhibitionist). He was so nervous, it was adorable. I walked over to him, gave him a glass of wine, and kissed him deeply, fondling him through his suit. 

I told him to go get changed and then to give me a hand in the kitchen. He came back out in a nice pair of black pants that highlighted his ass and a blue shirt I had bought for him. I walked up to him and unbuttoned another button of his and put him to work. We talked about our days as we cooked. 

Then Ken arrived, just a little bit past the agreed-on time. I'd changed into a polo shirt and casual pants. Dinner went easily after the initial 'finding a topic to talk about' and it turned out Ken and I had some common business interests. However, the lust between Ken and my boyfriend was evident. My boyfriend tried to hide it, but I saw it clearly. We had talked about this beforehand and I had told him I was fine with whatever he wanted.

I cleared the table and Ken also rose to give me a hand with the dishes. We got into our kitchen and I turned to him, putting my hands on his biceps. I told him I wasn't the jealous type and that it was fun to see my boyfriend so nervous about dinner. I called my boyfriend into the kitchen and took his hand, squeezing it, reminding him that I loved him. I sent them out of the kitchen, letting them know I’d be joining them after I was done cleaning up.

To his great credit, Ken blushed a little, but his eyes were hungry. I smiled at them and turned to work on the dishes as they exited to the living room.

I took my time, but when I arrived, they were both shirtless and kissing. I don't mind a little hair and Ken's chest looked good. Their hands were on each other's cocks.  

I made eye contact with my boyfriend and moved towards him. I pulled down his pants and stroked him through the sexy underwear I had bought him. I was about to go down on my boyfriend when I heard Ken moan and saw the way my boyfriend was expertly stroking Ken’s cock.

I whispered that maybe now was a good time to move to the bedroom. The three of us moved there, hands on each other and repositioning ourselves. I told Ken that my boyfriend liked a finger in his ass as he was having his cock sucked. Smart guy that he is, Ken took the hint.

In the meantime, I pulled Ken's pants down and then his briefs (thankfully not white) and kissed the tip of his cock. I looked at my boyfriend, watching him enjoying Ken's work. I took Ken deeper, slowly, adjusting to his pace. They both moaned. I knew from his moaning that my boyfriend was close.

It turned out Ken was also. I slid up my boyfriend's body and we kissed. Then I kissed Ken. When I pulled off him, I told the two of them that I'd sleep in the guest room. Ken politely protested, but I waved it off, saying I had some work to do.