I was speechless, unsure how to respond. If I truly were a cheating girlfriend, I would likely be coming up with various excuses. Maybe. Considering I’d never been in this position, it was a little difficult for me to come up with a viable response.
“Where do you think you’re going?” Mr. Parker asked Mr. Snowden. “Don’t leave on my account.”
Mr. Snowden appeared confused. He reached for his pants, but Mr. Parker was right there, pulling them out of his hands and tossing them onto the armchair in the corner.
“Oh, no. You’re not leaving just yet,” he insisted roughly. “Go back to what you were doing. It’s quite interesting to see what she’s up to when I’m not here.”
“I don’t want to cause any problems,” Mr. Snowden stated firmly, once more reaching for his clothes.
Mr. Parker stood tall, blocking Mr. Snowden from leaving. As they faced off there in my bedroom, my body heated. It was more from watching their responses to one another. Role playing or not, the two of them… There was something about the way they faced off. There was an undeniable chemistry between them, one that couldn’t be buried under any amount of pretending.
“On the bed,” Mr. Parker barked, giving Mr. Snowden a shove.
Mr. Snowden backed up, his eyes never leaving Mr. Parker’s face. “Look. I don’t want any trouble here. I met her at the bar. She seemed nice enough…”
“Oh, she’s nice, all right,” Mr. Parker confirmed. “Nice and eager.” He glanced at me. “Isn’t that right, sweetheart?”
Oh, I was eager, all right. But I didn’t think that was the response they truly wanted, so I kept my mouth shut and pretended to try to hide from them right there in plain sight.
“Go on,” Mr. Parker ordered, once more shoving Mr. Snowden toward the bed.
“I don’t know what kind of kinky shit you’re into,” Mr. Snowden countered, “but I don’t want any part of it.”
“No?” Mr. Parker let his disbelief ring in his words. “Sure looked as though you were getting nice and kinky without me. Get on the fucking bed.”
At the abrupt snap in Mr. Parker’s voice, Ben crawled onto the bed with me, still keeping his eyes on Mr. Parker as though waiting for him to do something rash.
“Take his underwear off, girl,” Mr. Parker commanded. “Show me exactly what you’ve traded me for.”
Feigning nerves, I glanced over at Mr. Snowden, who was so close I could feel the warmth of his skin. I had inadvertently tried to cover my nakedness, but it clearly wasn’t working.
“Do it, or I’ll do it,” he snapped.
“I’m so sorry,” I whispered to Mr. Snowden. “I…didn’t…” Shit. I wasn’t very good at this, obviously.
“Does he hurt you?” Mr. Snowden asked.
“No,” I declared. “Never. He’s just…” I let my eyes slide over to Mr. Parker. I wasn’t sure how he felt about improvisation, but I was going to give it a shot. “I’m sorry, babe,” I told him. “I thought you’d be happy.”
“Happy? You thought I’d be happy finding you in bed with another man?”
“Yes,” I said, my tone reassuring. “Remember when we talked about this? You mentioned how you wanted to see me with another man.”
There was a twinkle in Mr. Parker’s eyes that I took as a good sign.
I glanced back to Mr. Snowden. “See, my boyfriend’s…well, he’s bisexual. And I knew I couldn’t give him everything he needs. So, we sometimes share our fantasies about bringing another man into our bed. I…”
Mr. Snowden smiled and it threw me off for a second. I could tell he was trying to hold back, but he failed.
“Is that why you brought him here?” Mr. Parker asked, his tone less abrupt. “You wanted me to catch you?”
I shook my head. “No. I wanted…I wanted to know what it would be like to be with two men at the same time.” Hey, it sounded good. And it wasn’t a lie.
“And how did you see this playing out?” he asked.
I shrugged, then turned my attention to Mr. Snowden.
Figuring I’d already twisted this little fantasy to my liking, I should probably keep right on going.
Without saying a word, I got to my knees and crawled over to Mr. Snowden. His eyes widened as I got closer, but he didn’t move. It wasn’t until I was straddling his legs that he touched me. It was hesitant, as though he wasn’t sure he should. Still, the warmth of his skin on my back had me inhaling sharply.
“I was hoping,” I whispered as I leaned in closer to Mr. Snowden, “that we could satisfy both of our curiosity. At the same time.”
While I kissed Mr. Snowden, our tongues dueling far more than would likely occur had we truly been in this situation, I heard Mr. Parker shifting on the other side of the room. When I pulled back, I noticed he had taken off his suit jacket and he was in the process of removing his shirt.
