What You Need

1. Dylan

ONE

DYLAN

Dylan would never declare married sex to be boring. This many years into their relationship, he and Oliver knew each other’s bodies better than their own. Years of open communication had built something so seamless and beautiful. He never had a problem getting off with the man he’d loved since high school.

However, that didn’t mean there weren’t attempts to spice things up.They had tried blindfolds and role-play, whipped cream and chocolate sauce, sexy lingerie… But this year, Dylan finally got the courage up to ask for something different. A fantasy he’d buried much deeper than anything else.

In the first careful broaches of the topic, Dylan tiptoed around it. His desire was shameful, and he couldn’t imagine Oliver understanding. But Oliver was his other half. His ride or die. His soulmate. It was just dirty talk, after all. It was just Dylan talking about how badly he wanted to watch someone else fuck Oliver. How he wanted to sit in the corner with his hand down his pants, watching as someone else brought Oliver toe-curling pleasure.

The first time Dylan brought it up in the bedroom—face pink, dick hard as titanium—he could barely get the words out. There was a possibility it could be the only time they ever explored the idea.

And then Oliver came harder and faster than he had in years, and Dylan’s bone-deep relief flooded his body as he filled his husband with his own orgasm.

“Baby, that was so hot,” Oliver said, tucking his face against Dylan’s neck. Dylan softened as he slid out of Oliver and thought about another man’s come dripping out of Oliver’s hole. He shivered.

It snowballed from there, the dirty talk going from an occasional treat to something that became a daily part of their sex life. And while Dylan had originally never intended for the dirty talk to become something more, it was undeniable that more was what they both wanted.

“I have an idea for a birthday present for you,” Oliver said one Saturday morning over yogurt and granola.

“Oh?” Dylan thought he might propose a weekend trip or a cooking class.

“There’s that, uh, new-ish sex club downtown.”

“Sex club?” Dylan said, still not quite putting together what Oliver meant.

“I thought…if you wanted…we could enact a certain fantasy of yours. Of ours. Find someone to…” Dylan finished the sentence in his head. Oliver’s cheeks were deliciously pink. Dylan could feel his pants tenting. While he felt comfortable now with pushing the soft edges of their dirty talk, he would have never asked Oliver to do this for him. However, given that his blush was running down his neck under the collar of his shirt, Oliver wanted this just as much as he did.

“A thousand times yes.”

The sex club was intimidating. Oliver had researched it for weeks, and he gripped Dylan’s hand tightly as they made it through check-in, paid for their entry, and learned the rules and the lay of the land.

There were public spaces and private spaces, and they were hoping they could find someone willing to at least jerk Oliver off while Dylan watched. They shared a nervous newcomer energy, but they didn’t jump into anything. After observing for a while as couples and groups played publicly, they headed to the bar. They could both stand to take the edge off a bit.

“First time?” a man asked, leaning against the bar with a drink in hand as his gaze swept over the room. He was comfortable, confident. His shoulders were broad, brow heavy. He had short dark hair and a nicely trimmed layer of scruff covered his jaw. He looked like he must be a regular.

“Is it that obvious?” Oliver asked, squeezing Dylan’s hand nervously.

“You just both look adorably pink. I’m Leon.”

“I’m Oliver. This is Dylan.” They shook hands, and Dylan could feel the attraction between Oliver and Leon. In their marriage, wandering eyes were perfectly acceptable—you didn’t stop being attracted to other people when you got married—but he and Oliver had rules against acting on that attraction. Usually.

“What brings you two here for the first time?” Leon’s deep brown eyes raked across Oliver’s lithe body, a bit of a predatory look in his gaze that Dylan was sure got him a lot of play in a place like this.

“We are uh…” Oliver looked back at Dylan for some help. “Looking to uh…”

“I’m looking for someone who can make my husband come. While I watch.”

Leon’s eyebrows shot up, interest clear on his face. “And I assume Oliver here is your husband?”

Oliver nodded. If Dylan had to guess, he would have estimated Oliver’s heart rate to be somewhere in the range of 150 beats per minute—that of a prey animal.

Leon took another long, lingering look down Oliver’s body and back up, sipping the last of his drink before he put his glass on the bar.

“I understand if you want to keep looking, but I would happily make this beautiful man come.”

Oliver turned to look at Dylan, and Dylan knew. Leon was the one. Dylan would let Oliver pick any man he wanted, as long as he didn’t give off creepy or unsafe vibes.

“You sound like you’re going to be perfect,” Dylan said.

“Let’s get a room,” Leon suggested. “Get some privacy. At least for your first time at the club.”

The room they picked was small, but it was perfect. There was a chair in the corner, just the way Dylan had always imagined it, and a bed up against one wall.

Oliver blushed as he entered the room, and Leon looked at him like he wanted to eat him up. Dylan would get about a thousand future orgasms out of this one interaction.

“You said this was your first time doing something like this?” Leon asked, directing his question at Dylan while he hooked a finger around Oliver’s free hand. Dylan dropped Oliver’s hand that he’d been clinging to since they got there, and there it was. He’d just handed his husband off to another man. He was dizzy with lust and grateful that he and Oliver had thoroughly discussed their limits and expectations before they left the house that night.

Leon tugged Oliver closer to him, hand flat on Oliver’s lower back.

“Yeah, first time,” Dylan said.

“I don’t do penetration the first time I play with someone. Is that a deal-breaker?”

Dylan glanced at Oliver, who still looked completely lust-struck by the man who was touching him. “Not a deal-breaker for me,” Dylan confirmed.

“Me neither,” Oliver said, one of his hands coming to rest on Leon’s wide chest. Leon covered it with his own, the two of them suddenly twined together.

“Maybe he could suck you off to begin with?” Dylan asked, negotiating his husband with this new man.

“I would like that,” Leon said, the hand tangled with Oliver’s rising to thumb at Oliver’s bottom lip. Oliver just nodded.

“Can we kiss?” Leon asked Dylan first, who nodded, then turned to Oliver for his own consent. Oliver didn’t nod, he just leaned in closer, no hesitation, as Leon claimed his lips for his own.

Dylan dropped into the corner chair, his legs spreading easily, erection already uncomfortable. He palmed himself as he watched the possessive way Leon kissed Oliver, one big hand on the back of his neck, one sliding down to give his ass a squeeze. Oliver squeaked into the kiss, and Dylan’s erection throbbed.

He knew he was supposed to be feeling jealous and possessive of his husband. He knew that seeing Oliver with someone else should break his heart. But even though Oliver had his arms around another man’s neck, their mouths melding together, and Dylan sat across the room, he felt connected. It was something they were doing together. It wasn’t lost on him that Oliver was doing this for Dylan.

“Can you grab me a condom?” Leon asked, pulling away from the kiss and nodding toward the bowl of condoms on the table by the door. He looked straight at Dylan, lips plump from kissing, his eyes hungry for what was coming next.

Dylan sprang up and looked at the options. He grabbed a flavored one and handed it to Leon, then returned to his chair in the corner.

Leon guided Oliver down to his knees and unzipped his own pants. He was commando, his thick cock more than ready for Oliver’s mouth. He was careful as he rolled the condom on, and Oliver waited, lips parted, until Leon guided himself to Oliver’s lips. Dylan knew exactly what those lips felt like, what they looked like around his cock. He wondered how much bigger Leon was than him.

Leon had one hand on Oliver’s shoulder, the other gently cupping the back of his head as Oliver started sucking, going slow and easy.

Dylan had spent years dreaming of this. Suppressing his desire for someone else to use his boyfriend.

His fiancé.

His husband.

And now that it was happening, it felt like a dream.

Oliver was making all the delicious little noises that he usually made when choking on Dylan’s cock, and Dylan could see how affected Leon was. The attraction between Oliver and Leon was palpable, and it made the experience even more delicious for Dylan.

Leon groaned, his eyes fluttering shut, teeth biting into his lower lip as Oliver kept sucking him. Oliver was putting on a show, keeping things sloppy and intense, and when Leon’s eyes slowly opened again, they found Dylan’s.

“I can see why you needed to bring him here,” Leon said, voice hoarse like he’d just been sucking dick too. “This is too good not to share. It would be selfish.”

Dylan gripped the base of his dick hard as Leon’s words shot straight to it, and Dylan went from being worked up to being too close to the edge in a split second. “Yeah. He’s perfect.”

Oliver preened at the praise, his own eyes cutting over to Dylan, mouth full of cock, spit dripping down his chin. He had tears in his eyes. God, he was so fucking beautiful.

“You’re on the edge already, aren’t you?” Leon asked, eyes still on Dylan.

All Dylan could do was nod.Leon was breathtakingly gorgeous. So hot Dylan would be nervous to talk to him in a setting like a grocery store or dentist’s office. Here, he was completely speechless.

“Same. Your boy’s mouth is so hot and soft. And his throat…” Leon thrust deeper into Oliver, and Dylan could see Leon’s dick in Oliver’s throat. Dylan wished they had negotiated photos or video because he wanted to keep that image in his mind forever.

Oliver’s erection strained his jeans, too. He palmed himself as Leon fucked his throat, and suddenly Leon pulled out.

“Don’t touch yourself, baby. That’s mine tonight.”

Oliver looked up at him with wet eyes and nodded, dropping his hand immediately. “Yes, Sir.”

Leon’s cock twitched. “Good boy. Open back up. I’m getting close.”

Oliver’s hands were in strained fists at his side, like keeping them off his own erection was the fight of his life. The fact that Oliver thought this was as hot as Dylan did made another surge of lust shoot through him. He was scared to stroke his dick at all, to move his hand from where he was gripping himself tight, trying to stave off his orgasm for as long as possible. He wanted to be able to come one hundred times that night, but realistically, he knew that wasn’t going to happen. Hoping for two orgasms was pushing it. He wanted to save it, to come with Oliver.

Leon mumbled praise for Oliver, their eye contact locked in on each other as Leon’s thrusts came faster. Oliver struggled to breathe a bit, but then Leon’s hips stilled, buried so deep in Oliver’s mouth that Oliver’s nose was tucked against Leon’s pubes. From the angle Dylan was sitting at, he could see the pulse of Leon’s orgasm at the base of his cock.

The condom caught Leon’s come, but Oliver’s mouth still dripped with spit as Leon slowly pulled out, both hands on Oliver’s cheeks as he wiped at Oliver’s tears. He pulled his condom off, tossed it into the garbage by the door, and gave himself a quick cleanup before tucking himself back into his pants and getting on his own knees in front of Oliver.

“Baby, you did such a good job,” he said, pressing a kiss to Oliver’s lips that melted back into the easy make-out session they’d established before Oliver got on his knees. Oliver trembled, and as much as Dylan wanted to pull him into his arms, there was gratification in watching Leon comfort him instead. Leon was a stranger, but Dylan trusted him. He treated Oliver with a gentleness that Dylan deeply believed Oliver deserved.

“It’s your turn now, baby,” he said, helping Oliver to shaking feet. “I want you to strip naked and join me on the bed. Does that sound okay?”

Oliver’s cheeks pinked, but he nodded and looked over at Dylan, smiling when he saw how hard Dylan was. Dylan nodded at him, encouraging him to follow Leon’s instructions.

Oliver pulled his shirt over his head and unbuttoned his pants, hands shaking. Dylan wanted to soothe him, but that wasn’t his job at the moment. As Oliver stripped, Leon grabbed a bottle of lube and climbed onto the queen-sized bed, eyes locked on Oliver’s body as he continued to bare more and more skin. When he was completely naked, he gave Dylan one more look. Dylan mouthed “I love you,” and Oliver returned it before climbing onto the bed with Leon.

“Come here,” Leon said, patting the space between his spread legs. He was fully clothed, and Oliver was bare, and the contrast was so fucking hot. “Face your husband so he can watch me take you apart.”

Fuck. Dylan was going to come before anything happened.

Oliver got situated, his erection just as hard and uncomfortable-looking as Dylan’s.

“You have such a beautiful body,” Leon complimented, running fingertips up Oliver’s thighs, over his abs, and up his chest. He coaxed Oliver to lean his head back on his shoulder with one hand and parted his legs wider with his other. Oliver was all spread out on top of another man. They hadn’t negotiated penetration because they wanted to ease into this. To see if they both liked it outside of dirty talk and to make sure they found someone they were comfortable with. But Dylan regretted that choice. He wanted to see Oliver split open on Leon’s dick.

Dylan needed to stop thinking about the two of them together to even stand a chance at not coming in the next second.

Leon ran his hands over Oliver’s skin, savoring it, not in a rush whatsoever—the benefit of having your orgasm out of the way already. Oliver shivered at Leon’s light touch and gasped when Leon’s fingers found his nipples and squeezed. A thick bead of precome dripped from the tip of Oliver’s dick. Dylan wanted to lick it off.

“Is that it, baby?” Leon asked, rolling Oliver’s nipples in his fingers as Oliver squirmed. Dylan loved how wet Oliver got when he was worked up this good. Dylan had seen the wet spot on his boxers when he’d stripped, and they were all rewarded with another gush of precome that ran distractingly down the underside of his cock and into his pubes.

“Your husband is about to explode over there,” Leon told Oliver, a whisper in his ear that he followed with a kiss on his cheek. “Do you think he deserves some relief?”

“Yeah,” Oliver breathed. “It looks painful.”

“Dylan, is your cock in pain?”

“Yes,” Dylan croaked out. Oliver’s eyes found him again, and God, he had never loved anyone more than he loved Oliver in that moment. He was going to burst with it.

“Please,” Oliver begged. Dylan didn’t know if he was begging for himself or for Dylan or for both of them, but Leon relented, finally wrapping a hand around Oliver’s cock.

Oliver groaned, bucking into the grip.

“Good boy. You can do that if you need to. If you need to fuck my fist, you have my permission.”

Oliver whimpered as Leon’s fist slowly stroked him, the blunt tip of Oliver’s cock poking out of the top of his fist on every stroke.

Even though Leon had given Oliver permission to fuck up into his fist, he wrapped an arm around his waist to keep him in place. It was driving Oliver crazy as he writhed in Leon’s arms.

Leon paused, letting go of Oliver’s cock to guide his legs over his own, keeping Oliver spread open and on display for Dylan. He could see Oliver’s sweet little pucker this way, and as always, Dylan wanted nothing more than to put his mouth on it.

“You’re so beautiful, baby,” Dylan said, overwhelmed. He wasn’t sure if he was allowed to speak when not spoken to, but he couldn’t help it.

“He is,” Leon agreed. He poured a drizzle of lube right onto Oliver’s cock, the cool gel making Oliver shiver, before taking his cock back in his hand and giving Oliver a few good strokes.

“Oh fuck,” Oliver said. His flush had reached his chest, and he was splotchy all the way down to the soft blond hair on his belly that Dylan wanted to write a song about. Dylan had never seen anything hotter than what he was seeing now.

Leon was done teasing. He worked Oliver’s cock with determination, his free hand coming down to play with Oliver’s balls, rolling and tugging at them, giving Oliver just an edge of pain as Leon jerked his cock.

Dylan gave up. He couldn’t wait any longer. He used the precome that had been dripping down his own cock as he watched all of this deliciousness happen and started jerking himself in earnest. Oliver was not being quiet, gasping as Leon kept up his intense pace.

“Who’s making you feel so good right now?” Leon asked him.

“You are, Sir,” Oliver said, his wrecked voice nearly sending Dylan over the edge.

“Say my name. Look at your husband and tell him who is about to make you come.”

“LEON,” Oliver gasped, his eyes locked on Dylan’s. That was more than enough. Too much, honestly. Dylan came so hard it hurt, his orgasm splashing up his chest and all over his t-shirt, balls aching as they emptied in pulses. He was gasping for breath when he looked back up at Oliver, who appeared shocked at how hard Dylan came, his own orgasm overwhelming him.

Oliver’s cries echoed in the room as he came and came, Leon working him through his orgasm and relentlessly milking it until Oliver was so oversensitive he yelped, one of his own hands coming up to cradle his cock and balls as Leon dropped his hands away.

Oliver breathed like he’d just swam across the ocean, and maybe he had. They were certainly on the other side of something.

Leon ran his hands up and down Oliver’s overheated skin as Oliver came down and caught his breath. Leon wrapped a strong arm around him to keep them together as he reached for a towel from a stack on the side table and started gently cleaning up Oliver. He whispered something to Oliver that Dylan couldn’t hear, but it caused Oliver to look back over at Dylan with the softest, most beautiful smile.

“Thank you, baby,” Dylan said, grabbing a towel near him and trying to make the best of his own mess.

Leon nudged Oliver’s cheek enough to press one more languid, sexy kiss to Oliver’s mouth before he helped him up. “Go see your man. Tell him how fucking good I made you feel.”

Oliver blushed again and scrambled off of the bed. He came over to the chair Dylan was in and plopped himself down in Dylan’s lap. Dylan had tucked himself away, but his shirt still had come all over it.

“That was soooo good,” Oliver said, leaning down to kiss Dylan, mouth tasting like Leon and artificial-cherry condom flavoring. Dylan licked into his mouth, not able to get enough.

“Looked like you had a good time. Leon took good care of you,” he said after reluctantly breaking the kiss.

“Mmmhmm,” Oliver said, smile sleepy and fucked out.

“You want to get dressed, baby?”

“No,” Oliver said, but he got up from Dylan’s lap and pulled his clothes back on.

Dylan got up finally, stiff from not moving for so long, and gravitated over to Leon.

“Thank you. That…exceeded expectations. As much as I wanted this, I never would have forgiven myself if the person we picked was anything but perfect to him. And you were.”

“Oliver is easy to be nice to,” he said, eyes wandering to Oliver, where he was pulling his jeans up, the waistband getting a little stuck under his perfect ass before he was able to tug them all the way up. “If you two are interested again in the future, I would happily participate. I’m usually here on Wednesdays.”

“Okay,” Oliver agreed, his eagerness making Dylan’s soft, spent cock throb a bit.

Dylan pulled his t-shirt off and folded up the gross part into the inside of a little square. Plenty of guys were shirtless in the rest of the club. He could survive until coat check.

Oliver pulled his sweater back on, the thin material making him look absolutely edible, and made his way over to Dylan and Leon.

“Are you ready to go, baby?” Dylan asked, reaching for his hand.

“Yeah,” Oliver said, taking another deep breath. He looked over at Leon, and Leon smiled at him, then took his other hand and pulled him into one final kiss, like he couldn’t get enough of Oliver’s lips. Dylan could relate.

“See you soon, Oliver,” Leon said.

Oliver took a shaky breath and nodded. Dylan opened the door to their private room, and the sounds from the rest of the club filtered back in. The bubble popped.

Dylan guided Oliver out with a hand on his waist, but then he looked back at Leon and reached a hand out for a quick shake. Leon gave him a nod and a smile.

He barely remembered leaving the club. He was pretty sure he and Oliver floated out of there. Oliver was hungry, so they hit up a drive-through and parked in the parking lot to eat their burgers and sip their drinks.

“That was the single hottest thing I have ever experienced,” Dylan said, replaying parts of it over and over in his head. He started to get a little hard again.

“It was really good, wasn’t it?” Oliver asked, a thin little giggle coming from him.

“You felt safe? And good? And we feel good, right?”

“I felt safe with Leon. Really safe.” Another blush on his cheeks. With his blond hair and fair skin, it was easy for him to turn red. It always killed Dylan, but tonight more than ever. “He made sure I felt good.”

“I could see that,” Dylan teased.

“You were feeling good too,” Oliver countered.

“I was feeling on top of the goddamn world,” Dylan said. Watching how clearly Leon desired his husband made Dylan feel like he’d won the lottery.

Oliver took Dylan’s free hand and gave it a squeeze. “It’s weird to say, probably, but even with his dick in my mouth or his hand on my cock, I felt…so connected to you.”

Dylan couldn’t help but beam. It was exactly how he’d felt. He and Oliver had met in high school, and they’d been together forever. He had just lucked into a man who felt the same way about this…deviant desire he had, and he couldn’t believe it.

“When I kissed you and you tasted like him…when you said his name…”

“I don’t want to hurt you,” Oliver said, suddenly concerned.

“You watched how hard that made me come.” Dylan laughed. “You didn’t hurt me, baby. We did something really fun together.”

“Yeah. We did. Together.”