Chapter 3
player two
Amir
present day
The ride to Lilith’s is smooth, filled with stolen glances while reminiscing on our past anniversaries.
If someone told the man I was eight years ago that we’d still be here and doing this to celebrate, I might’ve proposed on the first date.
I wasn’t even supposed to meet her when I did, but where there’s a will, there’s a motherfuckin’ way.
And if anyone could find a way, it’s us.
I was raised to be a certain kind of man and as young as I can remember, it was drilled into my mind. I was to be a masculine man who provides and protects his family. While I didn’t become the exact man my father envisioned me to be, I am still honoring those values.
As a football player, I was always surrounded by men and hypermasculinity.
I remember having crushes on girls since kindergarten, but I didn’t feel anything toward men until high school.
I willed myself to ignore those feelings well into college because I had a scholarship and was a legacy.
My whole life was planned out for me by the time I was born.
Mom wanted me to be a smart and independent man, while Dad wanted me to be just like him.
My father played pro ball before becoming a coach at his alma mater, and the plan was for me to follow in his footsteps.
I was so close to living their dreams, but I tore my ACL during my junior year of college and fucked it all up.
There was so much emphasis on the man I was supposed to be, that I didn’t know who I was outside of the game or where to begin finding out.
My attempts at flirting with men were abysmal at best and despite being comfortable around them for sports, it didn’t equip me for dating. Plus, my anxiousness about possibly being recognized or it eventually getting back to my dad before I was ready to tell him shut that shit down quick.
Desmond, my friend and former teammate, kept my secret long before I was ready to tell the world.
The few times my eyes wandered in the locker room, he noticed, and there’s no fooling him.
My sexuality was the least of his worries and that had a lot to do with being raised by parents who encouraged healthy conversations about sex.
I can only imagine what it must’ve been like for him growing up, knowing he’d someday take over the family business, a kink club.
He convinced me to attend a few mixers with a guest pass, just to see if I liked it.
Promised that Lilith’s was a place I’d be free to be whoever I wanted to be.
Ensured that everything was safe, consensual, and confidential.
I couldn’t be more thankful I listened because it led me exactly where I was meant to be.
“Is Desmond working tonight?”
“Probably. You know that man doesn’t know how to take a day off,” I joke.
“You’re right. Well, we have to say hi before we meet up with Nova.”
“Alright. Lila’s just gotta pull him out of that damn office.” I chuckle.
Before Savvy, I only considered what I could do to make everyone happy around me. I even convinced myself that I would never know what it’s like to feel whole, but I was wrong. Savvy has this ability to see people as they are, completely. It makes you want to be someone worth seeing.
I hadn’t come out as bisexual until after I met Savannah and struggled grasping it.
It was foolish of me to think that my attraction to men would vanish because I fell in love with a woman.
I knew I found my wife and planned to spend the rest of my life with her.
I felt that my sexuality was my business to share and as long as my partners knew, no one else needed to know.
Mom and Dad handled it better than I had expected them to, but that may have been because they knew I fully intended to marry Savannah. It may have been a harder pill to swallow otherwise. I try not to think about that too much, but deep down, I know that’s the reason.
While the injury cut my football career short, I still graduated and found a good job.
Then I went on to marry the most amazing woman and we focused on building a beautiful life that we no longer had to shrink ourselves to fit into.
I found the love I needed and it gave me courage, set me free, and helped me find purpose.
Savannah was the missing piece to a puzzle I had given up on solving.
That night I walked into Lilith’s wearing a green bracelet, open to whatever.
I just knew I wanted to find someone that made me feel something.
I hadn’t expected a woman to join me at the bar and whisper in my ear everything she wanted to do to me, but she did.
I followed her lead and was gone ever since.
I’m looking forward to meeting Nova and I’ve enjoyed our conversations leading up to tonight. She’s vibed so well with us and it’s calmed Sav’s nerves a lot. I also really appreciate how attracted she is to my wife and I. We’re going to have a damn good time tonight.
I love seeing my wife be comfortable while receiving pleasure. Teaming up to help her indulge in everything she needs is so rewarding to me. My favorite person being her true self in front of me. My favorite part of this whole arrangement is her.
The most challenging part of this tradition has been putting ourselves out there to let people in temporarily, only to cease contact and repeat the following year with someone new.
“How you feeling about Nova?”
“Good. I like her.”
“Me too. I just wonder if you’re having second thoughts,” I say, and the silence I’m met with makes me nervous.
It was a mutual agreement for the arrangement to be this way, but sometimes I regret it whenever we’ve gotten along too well or the sexual chemistry is off the charts. This has allowed us to explore our sexuality and fantasies in a way that is not only honest, but respectful of our marriage.
“I’ll miss talking to her,” she admits, breaking the silence. “We always keep each other on our toes, but—” She pauses, considering her words. “She has brought something new to this experience. You know?”
“I agree. She’s gotten us out of a comfort zone I didn’t think we were in.”
“Yeah. That’s the hardest part about this, I think. Connecting with people who finally understand us to have incredible sex and never speak again.”
We’ve always been very firm about the rules, and not making exceptions for our guests. But if she ever wanted to change them, I’d be open to discuss it.
Anything for her.
“But rules are rules. So, after tonight, we move forward. Then do it all again next year,” she says confidently.
Something comes to mind that may be a stupid idea, but I hope it makes her feel better about the night to come.
“What if we tried something different? Like a nightcap? If everything goes well,” I suggest, shrugging my shoulders.
“You’re serious?” she asks, staring incredulously.
“Why wouldn’t I be?”
“That could be nice, but only if she’s interested. We can’t bring it up before.”
“Of course. We don’t want to scare her off. If it feels right, we’ll grab a drink at the hotel across the street and arrange for a car to bring her home.”
“Okay,” she says softly.
We reach a stoplight and I palm her thigh, kneading gently as my hand inches closer to her core. She places her hand over mine, giving it a squeeze as she stares out the window.
“So, I need to eat her pussy first,” she blurts, catching me off guard.
“You asking or telling me?”
“I ain’t asking. Especially after last year. Now, I love being worshipped by two men, but I’m excited to have a woman join us again. That’s all,” she admits with a shrug.
Savvy often kicks these nights off by sharing feedback from the cuck chair, using us for her entertainment.
She takes on whichever dynamic she chooses, setting the tone based on our guests comfort levels, and I follow suit.
This has been the standard ever since we started inviting people to play with us.
“Shit. I’ll never say no to that.”
“Well, It’s imperative that I get a chance before you do.”
“Imperative? You scared I’ll show you up?” I ask curiously, wondering if her competitive streak will make an appearance tonight.
I don’t mind a little competition between us because that side of her brings something wild out of me. She already tries her damndest to pull as many orgasms she can out of me on a regular, but when we have company? She loves that challenge.
“Boy, bye.” She scoffs. “The last thing I want to do is scare her off.”
“We only got one night though. What if she wants us to take it there?”
“Only if she asks for it.”
May God help her, if she does.