"Wait... What?"
Ethan's gaze wandered between his wife and his friend. Mia was looking at him expectantly, while Chris stood up to get another beer.
"Could you... could you repeat that, please?", Ethan asked bewildered.
"We wanted to ask you if you would like to sleep with Chris", his wife repeated the question slowly.
He started laughing as it dawned on him.
"Oh, I get it now. That's the worst prank you've ever pulled on me. Okay, I promise I won't complain about any lavish gifts you two decide to get me. I'll behave and act thankful even if it's above the usual gift budget, alright?"
The faces looking back at him showed no trace of a smile. Mia was fidgeting with her nails and biting her lip which was usually a sign she was in distress. Chris was halfway through his second bottle and regarded him thoughtfully.
"You two can stop now, this is too ridiculous."
"Ethan, sweetie, I...", Mia tried.
"Are you serious? Fuck. You're serious. Right?" Ethan felt like he had been punched in the face. "Come on, please tell me this is a bad joke."
"Do we look like we're joking?", Chris inquired.
A pang of bad conscience shot through him. Not being able to sit anymore, he got up and stood behind his chair, gripping the back with both hands. So his accidental coming-out had finally come back to bite him. Fantasizing about it was one thing but this was going too far for his tastes. He did not want Mia to even know about this aberrant desire, much less support him. He wanted her to talk some sense into him, not encourage him. The lack of hatred for his 'deviation' made him angry at himself and her. She was still fidgeting with her fingers, whereas Chris sat leant back with crossed arms and glanced at the woman with a 'told you so' face.
"What the fuck is wrong with you?", he asked Mia. "If you don't love me anymore, just tell me."
"Of course I still love you and want you to be happy", she defended herself. "That's why I can't stand seeing you so frustrated with our marriage."
"Our marriage is doing fine!", he snapped back. "And you!", he pointed at Chris, "If you even try to touch Mia, I will..."
"How about you sit the fuck back down and we try to talk about this again like civilized people?", Chris interrupted with a stern and deep voice. Before being able to think, Ethan found himself back on his chair.
"He didn't try anything, sweetie. We both just want you to be able to relax and blow off some steam. And honestly, just working yourself unconscious in the garden isn't enough, if I'm any judge. I don't want you to go out there and fuck some hooker in a shady motel just because I'm not in the mood."
He felt dumbfounded. If this was an accusation, it hurt like hell. He would never cheat on her like that.
"So I asked Chris how he would feel about it and he's game", his wife concluded.
"Why...? How do you even know...?", Ethan stammered. Had Chris told her about his slip at the bar?
"Oh, come on. You forgot to delete your browser history. And most people watching this kind of porn are women and gay men."
Ethan couldn't help but stare at her. Part of him questioned whether he'd fallen asleep during dinner and all of this was just a nightmare. How the hell was this happening? This could not be his innocent and prude wife talking about gay sex, right?
"So what, now you want to pimp my ass just to get rid of me?", he accused his wife.
"Look, maybe you just have to get it out of your system. Or it could be a way to get rid of your pent-up tension every now and then. I won't judge either way. Like I said, I enjoy having Chris here. It just feels calming to have someone around with knowledge and training to protect people."
"We're not forcing you, it's just an offer. I understand that this might be... unconventional, but we're all grown-ups here", Chris interjected softly.
"Hell, yeah, it's 'unconventional'. Did you plan on fucking my wife or what is this about?"
Both Chris and Mia looked taken aback and even repulsed by the idea.
"No, I don't want her", was the calm answer. "But you, on the other hand, intrigue me."
"Let's say if - IF - I take you two up on that ridiculous offer, how do you think this would even work?"
"I suggest Chris stays in the guest bedroom. He already ran that idea by the company as a way to cut housing expenses and secure that perimeter. Look, you don't have to decide tonight or even tomorrow. Here." She passed him several sheets of paper. "I have a questionnaire and list of rules and limitations I advocate but you're free to add any of your own if you want. If you want it at all."
"I'm going to bed for now", Ethan groaned. "I'll think about it tomorrow, okay?"
"Good night, honey", Mia answered weakly.
For half a day Ethan managed to ignore the fact that Chris had slept in the guest room and was spending the Sunday helping fix minor problems around the house. Nonetheless, he was acutely aware that he was avoiding the older man. Every time he looked at him or Mia all he could think of was the embarrassing conversation the evening before. Finally in the afternoon he couldn't stand it anymore. He withdrew to his office with the papers Mia had provided. They consisted of a short list of rules, some space to add notes, and a 3-page table.
Formal agreement
We - Chris Redfield, Ethan Winters and Mia Winters - agree to the terms and conditions of the following contract. Every signing person confirms to be of sound mind and signs this contract without threat and under complete consent. [...]
Fuck, that sounded serious as all hell. He skimmed the content of the page until some caught his eyes.
Hard limits
1. No intercourse in the master bedroom unless all 3 parties of this contract are present or informed.
2. No intercourse outside the grounds unless all 3 parties are present or informed.
3. Questions about time or activity are to be answered as honestly as possible.
4. No disclosure of activities or agreements to outside parties.
I, Ethan Winters, agree to the following activities. Any agreement can be subject to change.
The first page was literally a list of everyday activities like cooking together or going on a hike. After that, things got salacious pretty quickly. What the hell, he did not even know half the expressions in this table. The columns for 'YES', 'NO' and 'MAYBE' were easy enough to understand, though. After researching for 15 minutes on the internet he gave up. What did Mia think he was into? He wasn't sure how she knew about any of these terms, but all this kinky stuff was too much to digest for one day. He shut down his laptop and sat on the porch to clear his head.
"Hey, mind if I join you?", a deep voice interrupted his scattered thought.
"No, uh... it's okay", Ethan stammered.
"Don't blame Mia. She's a good woman and only thinks about your wellbeing."
"I know, I know... I just wish she didn't know about this side of me. I'm not particularly proud of it."
"Everyone has something they're not proud of. But look at the bright side: the woman you love recognizes this part of you and does not condemn you."
"Sorry I screamed at you. I didn't mean to attack you..."
"It's alright, really", Chris answered in a husky voice. "But I'm honestly not attracted to her in that way."
"Why are you okay with this idea anyway?"
"Like I said: You intrigue me. And you are clearly sexually attracted to me. There are worse reasons to have sex."
Ethan blushed at the notion of them having intercourse. This freaking list Mia had given to him conjured up all kinds of images. Where these Chris' idea? Did he want to do them? Or did he want someone to do them to him? His head felt heavy and his breath was strained.
"Did she come up with all of this stuff on her own?", the younger man asked faintly.
"She asked for help with some of the terminology and some search engine might have been involved, but mostly, yeah."
"And you're okay with this... stuff...?"
"We only included things we consider 'yes' or 'maybe' for us. But if you want to add anything else we can talk about it."
"I... I can't think of anything right now. But to be honest: I like the first page."
Chris laughed and stood up.
"I already suspected you might like it. So how about you fetch those papers and meet us in the living room? Mia wanted to watch a movie."
"Sure, sure. But I still haven't filled in everything..."
Ethan felt a hand squeeze his shoulder in a reassuring gesture.
"I'm certain Mia won't mind. Besides, people change and so do their tastes."
The living room looked even more comfortable than usually. Mia had dimmed the lights and a bowl of popcorn was waiting on the coffee table. On the couch were a few cushions and lightweight blankets.
"Hey, look who's here!", Mia giggled behind him. She wrapped her arms around and he could feel her soft breasts against his back. "Already done reading?"
"I... okay, let's give it a shot. At the very least, we can try page one...", he conceded, barely hiding his smile.
"Oh, I'm sure you'd also love the first few suggestions on the second page. Come, sit down."
Mia ushered him over and sat him down in the middle.
"Is this the DVD you meant?", Chris asked from the next room. He held some box in his hand, but Ethan couldn't make out the title from his position.
"That's the one. Water, juice or something else for anyone?"
"Just water, thanks", the older man replied.
"Yeah, for me, too."
While he was putting the DVD in, Mia got a jar of water. Ethan noticed that a few leaves and a slice of lemon swam in it.
"You just try that and tell me again how it wasn't a good idea to grow spearmint", Mia teased him. "Chris to the right, the left is my spot."
It felt weird sitting between those two, holding his wife in his arm and feeling a stronger arm than his own around his shoulders. The movie his wife had picked was some obscure European multi-national production. The action scenes were ridiculously over-the-top, and the hero fell for the villainess after just so much as a wink from her. The final act was the heroic redemption of the evil: both main characters made out in the rocket that brought the thermo-nuclear bomb into outer space, dying tragically in the explosion while climaxing together. While the last minutes played, Ethan suddenly felt a soft hand on his crotch. Mia had reached over and began massaging his dick deliberately through the fabric. It dawned on Ethan that she had not chosen the movie for its great cinematography or plot. She must have known or at least anticipated that there would be a scene that would set the mood. Ethan gasped as she gripped his growing erection. Shit, this was embarrassing. Chris had turned towards them and observed his expression. He felt as if he was burning from the inside. Surely, he looked all flushed and flustered.
"Why don't you try kissing?", she encouraged both men.
Ethan felt the need to do something about his situation and the suggestion was tempting. He turned further right. His own hand wandered to the other man's thigh and he leaned closer. Little goose bumps ran across his back as the man responded by running his fingers along Ethan's jawline and caressing his lips with a thumb. Was he waiting for permission? Ethan felt the strong need to kiss and lick something and right now he didn't care much for restraint.
"Sure, why not?", he asked panting.
That was the signal. Ethan closed his eyes as the hand in his nape pulled him closer. He expected the kiss to start out slowly, but the moment their lips met he was certain that Chris planned on devouring him. Stubbly skin rubbed against his chin. He reciprocated, letting the tongue into his mouth. Fuck, that felt great. Mia's hand was still on his loins while another joined in. Fingertips traced lines across his chest, circling the nipples gently before moving further down. The woman had stopped her massaging to open the zipper and Chris' hand slipped inside the underwear. Ethan almost cried out at the sudden increase of sensations. He didn't care anymore about morals or what was going on around him. Just the mouth on his and the hand of his dick were enough to wipe his mind blank. He could hear something whispered behind him and suddenly his tongue was painfully lonely. But before he could complain his shirt was pulled up over his head and gone. Chris' shirt followed to the same mysterious place. He occupied himself with continuing the strokes on his erection.
A moment later he was pulled up onto the other man's lap. Since there was nowhere to put his legs, he couldn't help but kneel on the other man's thighs, his knees spread wide to get close to him. Not knowing what to do, Ethan held on to the broad shoulders. The underside of his dick touched something hard. Fuck, so Chris was also aroused. Fingers closed around them both, gently working up and down. Chris' other hand was sliding down the back, grabbing and massaging Ethan's cheeks. This was almost too much to bear. Stubbles and soft lips caressed the side of his neck. Without thinking he began rocking up and down on the lap, matching the rhythm. Deeper groans than his own filled the air. A fingertip on his bottom lip enticed him to open his eyes. Mia was standing behind the couch, observing the scene with a satisfied look on her face.
"Mia, what...?", Ethan tried to say but he was cut off by her lips on his mouth. His eyes fluttered closed again. This was so much and so good... he was already close to going crazy. Mia withdrew from the kiss and whispered in his ear.
"Oh, he's huge, isn't he? I'd love to watch you take it all in... watch it split you open... inch... by... inch."
Just the notion of what she wanted for them could be enough to drive him insane. The images in his mind whirled. If that was what he had just signed up for, then fuck yes. The hand on his dick slid further up, forming a tight ring around the tips. The moisture and tightness made it feel almost like penetrating someone. Ethan finally snapped. Judging by the shiver running through Chris' body, the older man followed closely. Ethan couldn't care less about the mess; he slung his arm around Chris' neck and the other man responded with a tight embrace. The hand at the back of his head and the arm around his waist felt like they never wanted to let go. Wet strands of hair were brushed back from his face. These fingers felt familiar. Still panting and shuddering, Ethan looked up to his wife.
"Good boy", she purred and patted his head. "See, that wasn't so bad, was it?"
"Fuck, that felt good", Ethan panted.
"Glad to hear that", Chris responded with a breathy voice.
"Oh, the two of you are giving me so many ideas... but first things first." She waved the stack of paper. "You guys get cleaned up and ready for sleep, I got some light reading to do."
Author's note: Thanks to my beta reader Vena. I know it's not your cup of tea, but you made this so much better.Somewhere the idea for this story changed from "man cheating on his tyrannical wife" to "loving polycule with bdsm elements". I don't know how or why.