Page 9 of Undone
“May have been a while but you didn’t miss a step,” I tell her, pulling her into my side as we enter the booth. I signal for our companion to join us, “Nice to see you could keep up with us, man.”
“It’s not hard to keep up with dance partners who look like you two,” he smiles.
“I’m Sam. This is my wife, Evie,” I introduce us, too embarrassed to admit I didn’t remember his name after he’d gotten the front row seat to the show my wife, our instructor, and I had put on earlier. I run my gaze over his body lazily admiring him.
“I’m Nathan,” he obliges then continues, “and I would like to fuck you and your wife.”
“Wow, nobody would accuse you of being shy,” I chuckle nervously.
“When you say both of us, what do you mean,” Evie asks for clarification.
“I want you both,” Nathan says, “I want all three of us to touch, kiss, taste, and fuck each other. I want to fuck you while he watches. I want Sam and I to fuck you together. And I want him to fuck me while you watch…if y’all are into that.”
“I didn’t come here for that,” I tell him, “but if Evie would like your company tonight, I am all for it.”
“Okay, then how about we talk boundaries–if Evie here is interested in me joining you both,” Nathan offers.
“I would like you to join us, but I would like you to wear a condom regardless of what your paperwork says,” Evie speaks up. “I am okay with you using your mouth on my body but I haven’t decided if I’m okay with kissing, yet.”
“Understood,” Nathan nods, “I’m not into blood or any other bodily fluids that usually require a toilet to expel.”
“Agreed,” Evie and I say in unison.
“I would like to have both of you inside me at the same time, but I prefer that Sammie gets first dibs on all holes,” Evie’s eyes darted between us, biting her lip at all the possibilities. Her thigh grazes against mine as she crosses her legs.
“Agreed,” Nathan nods again, turning his attention to me. “What about you, big guy? Can I give you head? Maybe eat that tight little ass?”
His calm demeanor and confidence felt familiar.
“I’ve never been with a man before,” I tell him, unsure of how to answer him, looking at Evie.
I consider him for a moment. Nathan had a soft masculine look about him. His fade was clean, his eyes, although dark in color, had a light about them. His straight Nubian nose and high cheek bones gave him an almost model-like structure to his features, complimented by a soft jaw line with a low-cut beard.His lips were the one feature that reminded me of Mickey–of the one kiss we shared as scared kids.
I had never considered myself into men, but I always had a curiosity of what being with another man was like when I was younger. As the years went on that curiosity would poke its head every now and again. And looking at Nathan, curiosity was definitely in the room sitting on my shoulder like a devil welcoming the temptation. There was no mistaking that Nathan was a good looking man and I was attracted to him. I wouldn’t have even considered him having any interest inmeuntil he opened his mouth, but his offer intrigued me.I mean, I brought us here to explore–what would be the fallout from taking him up on his offer to suck me off? Would Evie look at me differently or consider me gay?
“How about we take it slow and see where it goes,” Evie suggests squeezing my thigh for support. “What’s our safe word for the night?”
“Peppers,” I say, deciding on something that I knew would grab their attention if said during any sexual situation.
Once we all agreed and showed one another our test results, we relaxed into comfortable small talk learning about the amenities on the surrounding islands, and decided to order more drinks. Evie fidgets beside me, uncrossing and recrossing her legs. I knew she was wet, probably trying to squeeze her thighs together for some relief–I couldn’t leave my baby like that.
“Baby, why don’t you slide over and give our new buddy Nate some attention? He seems a little lonely so far away,” I whisper in her ear.
Evie gives me a shy smile biting her lip sliding next to Nathan. Her hand rubs his thigh as she leans into him easing her way to his bulge. Nathan drapes his arm across her shoulder, hisfingertips caressing her collarbone before moving his touch to her bicep.
“You can touch, Evie girl, don’t be shy,” Nate drawls as his hand captures her breast, fondling her erect nipple.
My wife’s hand dips into the band of his pants, his eyes closing from her hand fisting his hard-on. He looks so alluring, biting his lip savoring my wife’s soft hand on his manhood. His head tilting back, giving me the perfect view of his neck line down to his chest–the light sprinkling of hair poking out from the unbuttoned portion of his shirt.
“Sammie, come show our new friend how my pussy likes to be touched,” Evie urges.
I move, closing the small distance between us. Evie stands as Nathan raises the hem of her dress to allow me more access to her core. She sits, spreading her legs one leg over my thigh and the other over Nate’s, making sure he has a good view.
“Evie baby, you ain’t got on no panties,” I remark, my southern twang popping out.
“I wanted to be a good girl and follow directions,” she pouted lustfully.
My touches start slow, teasing, avoiding contact with her clit. Using a single finger I caress her vulva, instructing Nate to insert his blunt fingers into her wet canal. Her breath hitches, her fist working his shaft slowly, then quickens as mine and Nate's thumbs work her clit in tandem.
