Page 13 of The Third Wheel
"Shit," Colby said.
I looked at Mira. "Does it turn you on to imagine me like that?" I was pretty sure she was into it, but still, voice cracked, laced with a cocktail of anticipation and nerves, watching my wife for any sign of rejection or disgust. "Hearing me say this?"
She leaned in closer, the scent of her skin mingling with the smoke from the campfire. "Tell me," she urged, her voice a whisper that tickled my senses. "What about it turns you on? I love hearing these things."
I swallowed hard. "You know I enjoy the surrender." My eyes locked on hers. "Giving up control. But adding pain into the mix takes it to the next level — I'm trusting them to take me to the edge, to mark me as theirs. And someone like Colby, someone who is big and strong, that just adds to the appeal."
Colby's voice cut through the night. "Why the fuck were you so insistent on your dominance, then?"
I swallowed, folding my hands together as I glanced his way, a smile playing around my lips as I teased him. "Well, for one, you were irritating as hell."
"Point taken."
"But truthfully, for a long time, I thought submitting would only be sexy if I was with someone who was strong and powerful enough to dominate me. But you were right. I can enjoy it with Mira too. She uses restraints to give me the same feeling, the loss of control. She's not really a sadist, so she can't give me that, but it's still hot as hell."
I saw the flush rising on Colby's cheeks and hoped he understood what I was trying to say. It wasn't about gender, about being masculine or feminine. It was about control, about trading that intimate trust, toying with your partner, then letting your partner toy with you.
"You were right. You were always obnoxiously right. But it eats at you, you know? When someone sees the things you're hidingand calls you out on them. Mira and I talked it through, and we're good. She understands."
Mira shifted closer, her warmth seeping into my skin. A shared understanding flickered in her brown eyes.
Confusion laced Colby's expression as he studied me. "You're not what I expected."
"Fuck, don't get me started on that. You think I'm this alpha-hole asshole, and I'm not that." I let out a low laugh. "I'm bisexual and a switch. I like to bottom as much as I like to top. And I have a lot of kinky fantasies, some of which can't be done unless we meet another man we fully trust who is into exploring with us."
Colby let out a soft curse, staring down at his hands, and I wondered if he wanted to be that man for us.
I turned back to my wife. "Now, it's your turn, baby. What's the secret desire you've been holding back?"
Her breath hitched, and I watched her lips part, anticipation coiling tight in my gut. This was it—the moment of truth where all our secrets laid bare, where we'd either leap into the abyss together or turn back from the edge.
As the fire crackled, Mira's face was cast in shadows while she glanced back and forth between me and Colby. Her breath was a soft mist in the chilly night air, her eyes gleaming with a mix ofmischief and desire. She paused, waiting until we were both far too eager to hear what she was about to say.
"I want both of you," she said, her voice low and husky. "I want to feel two cocks at once. Um, sometimes, Gunnar uses toys, but I want to know what it's like to have two for real."
My pulse hammered in my ears, blood rushing south as I imagined the scene—Mira in the middle, Colby and I taking her, filling her. "Fuck, Mira, that's hot as hell." The words tumbled out rough and gravelly, mirroring the arousal that clawed through me with greedy fingers.
She grinned, ducking her chin. "Yeah, plus that conversation right there? That might have added a new fantasy. I want to watch Colby dominate and fuck you."
Colby shifted on his log bench, his body language screaming discomfort. He raked a hand through his sandy hair, the flames reflecting in his troubled hazel eyes. "I should... I'm gonna head back," he said, standing up abruptly.
"Colby, wait—" Mira's apology came too late; he was already retreating into the darkness.
"Shit." I cursed under my breath, torn between going after him and staying with Mira. But then her small hand slid into mine, her touch grounding me.
"Give him time. Colby sometimes needs to process things, you know?" She knew him best, and I had to trust her.
"You sure? I'm worried we fucked things up too badly." I studied her, reaching up and trailing my fingers along her jaw.
She leaned in close, grinning. "He wants it. I could see it in his eyes. But he is freaking the fuck out. Let's go to bed." She stood and tugged me to my feet. "Who knows? Maybe Colby will join us."
"Who knows?" It was as if a whole new world of possibilities was opening up before us. We doused the fire, and she unzipped our tent and stepped inside while I made sure the food was away, lingering just a little while to see if Colby would come back, but he didn't.
Frustrated, I climbed into our tent, and zipped the door closed, then turned to my wife, pouring the pent-up sexual tension in my body into kissing Mira. I stripped us both with an urgency that matched the pounding need in my veins. Pressing her down into the air mattress, spreading her legs wide, testing to see if she was wet and ready.
As I thrust into her, every stroke was a silent chant—Colby, Colby, Colby. Imagining his body alongside mine, hands on her, inside her, my mind spiraled into a frenzy of lust. Mira's moans filled the space, a testament to our shared fantasy, her hips rising to meet each of my deep, relentless drives.
"God, baby, thinking about him with us..." My voice broke on a growl, the image of Mira between us, his cock sliding along my length as I fucked into my wife searing itself into my brain. "It's driving me fucking crazy."
