Chapter 1: The Pact

"And so?" I said, smiling with complicity as I took a sip of my drink and observed the crowded bar. The place was packed that night with all sorts of options: slender, muscular guys just over twenty years old; bears with gray hair and the sleeves of their plaid shirts rolled up, showing off their forearms... and everything in between. Marcos and I were seated in a booth at the back of the bar with a smoke-filled atmosphere, from where we could observe most of the customers chatting, laughing, and drinking.

Marcos scanned the different groups with his gaze. "Damn, yes, there are some pretty good-looking guys here." He quickly turned towards me with his brow slightly furrowed. "David, are you sure you're okay with this? It feels really weird to be checking out other guys like this in front of you. As I said in the car on the way here, we're still on time to leave and go have a quiet dinner somewhere and then head back home to watch TV on the couch."

I set my glass down on the table and turned in the booth. I put my hand on his and squeezed it. "Honey, I'm fine. I'm serious about what I told you the other night: this has also been a fantasy of mine for a while... I just never brought it up because I was afraid you'd think I was crazy and things would change between us."

Marcos gave me a smile, his attractive face forming those dimples that even after fifteen years of marriage still gave me butterflies in my stomach. "To make it clear, you are crazy. But you're my kind of crazy." The smile faded, and his expression turned concerned again. "But you realize that this is going to change things between us, don't you? That's the whole point."

He was right, of course: that was the point. If we continued down the path we were on, our relationship was going to take a pretty dramatic turn. Although we could pretend otherwise if we wanted to, in reality, there would be no going back.

A few weeks before, Marcos and I had had a pretty sincere conversation. Although neither of us was unhappy, things had become monotonous between us. Marcos had acknowledged a growing desire to experience sex with other guys. We had met shortly after he came out of the closet, and although he wasn't unhappy with our relationship, he preferred not to regret having missed out on the whole casual dating scene. I was taken aback when he admitted this to me... but it also turned me on quite a bit.

I had always had a submissive streak that I had fantasized about in secret for years, and it had finally manifested in a serious interest in porn involving themes of cuckolding and servitude. I had told Marcos all about this, and after numerous conversations over many, many nights, we had finally agreed to give it a try: go to a local bar and pick someone up to take home for a threesome in which I would quickly become a passive participant. It would give us a taste of what we both wanted... and serve as an indicator of whether we wanted to ...