Page 11 of The Third Wheel
Fuck.
"But you don't let her dominate?" Shit, I'd promised myself at least ten times this afternoon that I wouldn't be so nosy about their BDSM dynamic anymore. He was right to be angry — it was disrespectful.
Only Gunnar didn't look angry. He was grinning. "Turns out it's fun to let your fiery little wife wield a paddle and call you a bad boy."
Oh shit. One mental image of Mira as a domme and Gunnar on his knees, and I was hard again. I couldn't be hard again. That was impossible.
I wondered what kind of domme she was. Maybe she'd offer her husband's mouth to me, and watch as Gunnar got face fucked. The idea of forcing him to understand the pleasure of submission, of giving in to our hidden lust, was enticing. I couldn't deny the thrill it gave me to imagine Gunnar on his knees, his back arched as he offered me a part of him that no one had ever claimed. He had a sexy fucking ass, and apparently I was pretty damn bisexual.
The flickering firelight cast a warm glow on our faces as we settled around the campfire, beers in hand and marshmallows skewered on sticks. The warmth of the fire was comforting, but it did nothing to quell the heat that burned within me—a heat fueled by my secret longing for Mira and my newfound curiosity regarding Gunnar.
"Alright," Mira said, the mischievous glint in her eyes holding me captive. "I think we all need to talk, to clear the air about some things. We all agreed to this trip so we could grow closer, and I'm starting to feel like there might be more under all the tension between you two."
I swallowed hard, glancing towards Gunnar, who was staring down at his hands. "More?"
Mira smiled. "We won't know for sure until we talk, will we? So let's play a game. We'll each confess a sexy secret. Something that relates to our dynamic, that reveals something about what's going on here."
"Is that a good idea?" I fidgeted with my hands, glancing between the two of them. "Won't it make things uncomfortable?"
Mira sunk back in her camp chair, eying both of us. "Well, we can't keep going like this. Here's your chance to change the dialog, to find out what's really behind all of this fighting."
I shifted uncomfortably, glancing towards Gunnar, who sighed, then took a long swig from his beer. "Sounds like fun. You're on, babe." He winked at me. "Mira has a fucking dirty mind. She looks innocent, but she is anything but. We definitely want her sexy secrets."
"Oh." I was not entirely sure that made things better.
"Who knows, Colby? Maybe it'll lead to what you really want." Gunnar was being weird. Had our fight in the lake really changed things that much?
"What's that?"
"I don't know. My lips wrapped around your dick?" Gunnar licked his lips, his eyebrows shooting up. Then he took another long drink of his beer, letting me watch his throat work as he swallowed. Was he fucking with me, or into it? The only thing I knew for sure was how hard he'd gotten when we'd wrestled in the lake. And he knew how I'd responded. Was that the reason for his weird personality shift?
This wasn't about my true feelings for Mira. This was about these two sexually open people wanting to explore more. With me.
"Come on, Colby," Mira said, her soft brown eyes pleading with me to participate. "Don't be shy."
"Alright," I relented, feeling the flush rise in my cheeks. "But don't laugh."
"Promise," she said, raising her beer in a mock toast.
"Alright," I said, my heart pounding in my chest, as I fumbled for a story that would cover what I truly wanted, but still feel naughty. "I, uh... I miss going to BDSM parties. But I don't want to intrude when you and Gunnar are there. There's something about the energy there, the freedom to explore and expressmyself without judgment." I hesitated for a moment, glancing at Mira and Gunnar before continuing. "I'm a sadist, and a bit of a masochist, too. It's been a while since I've had a play partner, and without the Central Coast Social Club, I'm itching to play again."
"Fuck yeah," Gunnar murmured, watching me. "You were a fucking artist with that flogger."
I didn't dare look his way, so I leaned forward and loaded a marshmallow onto a stick, staring at it. "I used to be so into the club, but I stopped when you both started attending events there..." I cleared my throat. "At Gunnar's request."
Gunnar let out a deep laugh, his blue eyes sparkling with amusement. "I'm sorry about that, man. I didn't mean to come across as overbearing. I was just excited to introduce Mira to the scene and afraid it'd be awkward. We can sort it out." He winked. "Especially now that things are already awkward."
Mira blinked at me, her confusion clear. But beneath that, there was something else — curiosity. "Colby, I had no idea. If you don't feel comfortable with us there, we can work something out. Take turns or something."
"Maybe." I acknowledged her idea, but my mind was still racing at the thought of joining them.
"Or you can watch," Gunnar said. "Or more." Had I heard that right?
"Alright, Gunnar." Mira shut her husband's wild train of thought down before it could go anywhere. "Your turn. What's your confession?"
Gunnar's broad shoulders tensed under the firelight as he shifted in his seat, and I tried not to look, but my eyes were drawn to the way his muscles rippled beneath his tanned skin. Mira's gaze was expectant, and he cleared his throat before speaking. "Alright," he said, his voice a little shaky. "I'm bisexual. Which I think Colby discovered today while we were… um… horsing around."
Mira burst out laughing, and Gunnar went still, his expression shifting to something guarded and nervous.
