Jake and Kyle had been in a monogamous relationship for thirty years, since they were at school. They met when Jake was eighteen and about to go to Uni and Kyle was sixteen and still had two years left of school. They though it would just be a summer fling but they made it last. Their relationship was built on trust, honesty and open communication. They always had conversations and passed comment on who they thought was attractive but never did anything more. Until now.
They had been to a friends place for dinner a few weeks ago with a mix of people they know and didn’t know. As the evening turned to night the friends they knew slowly thinned out leaving Jake, Kyle, their host Calum and a couple - John and David. After a few bottles of wine the conversation got more sexual and charged.
Stories of encounters, kinks, and fantasies circulated around the table. Kyle admitted that he had a fantasy of watching Jake enjoying himself with other men, Jake was a bit shocked at the open admission but had to admit that he has been reading online erotica and had imagined having a threesome.
John and David where very open about what their sex lives are like and suggested making their fantasies a reality. They told stories about their favourite encounters being in a members club called The Forge that hosts a monthly Sunday afternoon event called ‘Suited’ which is very ironic as everyone is just wearing their shoes and a smile, showing off everything on offer, no hiding behind tailored suits or designer cloths. But after 7pm your allowed to wear underwear.
They suggested trying it out, they said “it is a safe space to try out your fantasies. You don’t need to worry about strangers in your home and you don’t need to do small talk. You can play, not play, it’s your choice”. If we wanted to go we just needed to let them know and they would get us on the guest list.
Kyle and Jake exchanged looks, Kyle with a questioning look to Jake with a sparkle in his eyes and the devilish rye smile that Jake know was a ‘should we?’ question that he know Kyle wanted the answer to be ‘yes’. Jake just rolled his eyes and nodded.
As the evening drew to a close Kyle and John exchanged contact details and arranged for our names to be on the guest list for the next event.
Thirty years leaves a mark on a relationship. It is written in the shared mortgage, the shorthand language of sighs, and the absolute certainty of how the other man takes his coffee. For Jake and Kyle, walking through the heavy black velvet curtain of The Forgefelt less like a leap into the unknown and more like stepping onto an entirely different planet.
The air inside was thick with the scent of cedar wood, expensive cologne, and the heavy, unmistakable musk of aroused men. It was dim, lit almost entirely by low-slung crimson neon strips and strobe lights that cast long, dramatic shadows across the exposed brick walls and vaulted ceilings of the old railway arches. The bass from the speakers did not blast; it thrummed, a steady, hypnotic heartbeat that vibrated right through the soles of their shoes.
In the locker room, the transition had been stark. Stripping away their cloths felt like peeling off their protective armour. Now, standing near the edge of the main lounge, Jake wore only his dark grey boxer briefs. Kyle stood beside him in a pair of black cotton trunks. At forty-eight and forty-six, their bodies carried the soft, comfortable architecture of middle age but not too much, they both liked to get to the gym at least four days a week. And give the young lads a run for their money when hitting the weights. They both had silver hair dusting their heads and chests—but standing among the sea of flesh, they possessed a quiet, grounded confidence that younger men lacked.
“You okay?” Jake murmured, his voice low. He didn’t look at Kyle; his eyes were tracking a tall, broad-shouldered man in a leather harness and nothing else, who was leaning against a pillar at the entrance to a side room.
Kyle reached out, his fingers automatically finding the familiar curve of Jake’s hip. His palm was warm, a grounding weight. “I’m more than okay. Look at him, Jake. He’s been watching you since we walked out of the locker room.”
The man in the harness was younger, perhaps mid thirties, with a closely cropped beard and dark, intense eyes. When he noticed them looking, he didn’t look away. Instead, he took a slow sip from his glass, his gaze locked onto Jake.
A sudden, sharp thrill spiked in Kyle’s belly. It wasn’t jealousy; it was a potent, intoxicating rush of pride. That is my man, he thought, and someone else wants him.
“Go,” Kyle whispered close to Jake’s ear, his breath hot against his skin. “I’m going to watch. Go talk to him.”
Jake turned his head, his eyes wide with a mix of nerves and sudden, roaring desire. “Together?”
“No,” Kyle smiled, a wicked, rare expression that Jake hadn’t seen in years. “This one is just for you. Let me watch you.”
Jake swallowed the last of his gin & tonic, his skin flushing under the red neon. The comfort of his years with Kyle gave him the security to move forward; he knew exactly where home was, which meant he was entirely free to wander.
As he walked over to the pillar, Kyle stepped back into the shadows of an alcove the red neon lights didn’t penetrate, gripping his drink, his eyes fixed on his husband.
From a distance, Kyle watched the choreography unfold without sound. He saw the stranger straighten up as Jake approached. He watched the stranger’s eyes roam over Jake’s body, down to the grey fabric of his underwear. They spoke for barely a minute, the club wasn’t a place for long biographies, it was a place for intent.
The stranger reached out, a hand resting on the small of Jake’s back, guiding him further into the dim side room on the other side of the lounge. Kyle watched intently, his posture shifting as he surrendered to the sexual charge of the moment. From his vantage point, Kyle watched the scene with a racing heart. The sight of Jake —the man who had been his constant for three decades—being viewed through the eyes of a stranger was a profound revelation. It was as if a familiar book had suddenly revealed a thrilling new chapter.
The interaction was a silent exchange of heat and curiosity. Jake’s expressions, usually so readable to Kyle, were now shadowed by a raw, uninhibited hunger. Kyle felt a surge of connection, not of possessiveness, but of a shared venture into a new frontier of their long life together.
As the stranger leaned in closer, whispering something that made Jake’s eyes sparkle with a mix of surprise and delight, Jake looked back toward the shadows. He found Kyle’s gaze, and for a brief second, the club and the pulsing music faded away. In that look, there was a silent acknowledgement of their history and a mutual excitement for this new discovery.
Kyle leaned back against the padded leather back of the chair in the alcove, it must be there for this purpose, watching. A slow smile spreading across his face. He watched the interplay of light and shadow on Jake and the other man’s skin, absorbing the electricity of the room. The night was still young, and the bridge they were crossing together felt like a testament to the strength and enduring passion of their thirty years. Knowing they would return to their shared home later, they allowed themselves to be fully present in the heavy, expectant atmosphere of the club.
Jake felt the strangers hand on his back guiding him further into the room, his eyes adjusting to dimmer light. It was darker in here that the main lounge. As his eye focused he could see why it was darker, it was a room that was for intimate secrets to be made, kept and shared only with the select few in the room.
The room was like the lounge, all bare brick and vaulted ceiling but the lighting was the red of a photographers development room, just bright enough to see forms but not faces from a distance. You had to be up close to see a face. The room had what could only be described as long double beds down the side of the left and right walls with a single sling hanging in the middle of the room. The sling was there for you to been seen by everyone in the room, 360 degrees.
As Jake was getting accustomed to his surroundings he could see another couple and a group in various positions and could here the whimpers of pleasure and ecstasy. He then felt the stranger behind him, the strangers hands moved to his belly and chest as the man’s hairy chest rubbed across his shoulders and back. He felt the man’s hot breath on his neck as he whispered “John and David say Hi and that they hope that you both mange to live out some fantasies here today”. As the stranger said this Jake could feel his rising erection pressing into his arse crack, his briefs the only thing stopping him from feeling the raw skin of cock between his arse cheeks.
Jake’s PoV
I then realise that we have been turned around while my brain was buzzing from all the stimulation and I look up to see Kyle sitting in the chair, in the shadow of the alcove watching me having another man’s hands all over me, he has that devilish look on his face. It downs on my why, the stranger has his hands in my underwear and is slowly sliding them down exposing me to anyone who cared to look. I am so turned on right now, the thrill of another man giving me pleasure and that turning on my husband was almost too much, especially when he was kissing my neck and he hit that spot that sends jolts all over my body.
His cock was now fully hard and rubbing up my lower back between my arse cheeks. His low hanging balls gently tapping my arse as he rhythmically rubs himself over me. I can feel his wet pre-cum on me. His hands where rubbing all over my torso, teasing my nipples which where now rock hard. I’m not one to have my nipples played with but this man knew what he was doing. And he was playing me like a musically instrument. I had closed my eyes in ecstasy enjoying and riding the waves of pleasure this man was giving me as well of the atmosphere of this place. We where here for the pleasures of the flesh.
It took me a moment to realise there where more hands on me that one man has. The other hands where now fondling my balls and stroking my now very hard cock. I don’t normally pre-cum that much but today appears to be a day of trying and doing new things, I was leaking like a dripping tap. What where these men doing to me. I had lost all concept of time I was riding all these waves of pleasure, I didn’t know what was happening, it was like all my nerve endings where getting stimulated all at once.
The next new sensation was a feeling of cold and warmth on the end of my cock. The 2nd stranger was now giving me a blowjob with ice in his mouth. With the 1st stranger still teasing my nipples, I thought I need a time out otherwise this evening was going to be over and I wanted more, I wanted that threesome with my husband, I wanted to have him as the filling in a sandwich. Me in his mouth while we let some random horny man breeds his arse.
But that timeout I wanted didn’t happen as I was thinking. The last bit of sensible in my brain wanted to untangle myself from this hot encounter, go to my husband, relax with a drink and then see about round two. But round one wasn’t over yet.
To be continued.
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