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I could never have imagined what desires lie beneath.

 

He was an old friend of my wife’s from her college. He was in town for just a few days. A lavish night out for my wife and I turned into a mini reunion. I hadn’t realized our date night was engineered to throw us together—not until he made his move. I was taken off guard by my body’s reaction—and by my wife. She had wanted this to happen all along. She had wanted to see my body intertwined with his. She’d wanted to watch as I was taken. And, God help me, I wanted it too.

 

The rest of the dinner went on without much of a hitch. Dylan behaved himself—for the most part—sending only the occasional lustful appraisal my way. I assured myself that my growing discomfort and arousal were in anticipation of the hotel room that Sonia and I would be retiring to after the dinner. If this was the kind of tension I would be feeling whenever Dylan was around, I hoped that the two old friends would not include me in their social life anymore. The way Sonia continued to revisit our shared interest in football and video games, it didn’t appear I was getting my wish. My nerves were on edge, and I couldn’t decide if I wanted to get to know my wife’s eccentric friend better or never see him again.