Page 87 of The Broker

As they’d expected, Eli had no problem with us joining in on their date, and Noah and I met him over Zoom.

He was similar to Noah in several ways besides the lifestyle. They were both in their thirties, in great shape, and attractive, which made it seem like Shannon had a type. Eli’s brown hair was clipped so close to his head it was nearly buzzed, but it looked great on him. He had an angular face, and a smile with honest-to-God dimples.

He’d been cute in the video on Noah’s laptop, and he was even cuter in person, wearing a designer shirt and shorts. If I’d seen him that night at the bar with Patrick and Shannon instead of Noah, I probably would have been interested in him.

But I was grateful it hadn’t been Eli, because he paled in comparison to the man I’d arrived with.

There was a magnetic pull to Noah that was undeniable.

Shannon handled the introductions today, and when Noah shook Eli’s hand, a spark traveled through my body. If everything went according to plan, these men would be with her tonight.

This shit was wild.

In fact, it was wild enough Noah had never done it before.

A gangbang. Or was it an orgy? Was there a minimum number of people for it to classify as an orgy? I filed it away to ask him about it later.

When it was time to get on the boat, I pulled off my sandals and accepted Patrick’s hand. I didn’t really need him to help me aboard since the lake was smooth, and the boat was right beside the dock, but it felt weird to decline his offer.

I got the sense he’d done it because it was habit and he was a gentleman, and not because he wanted to touch me.

My overall feeling about Patrick was pleasant indifference. He was decent looking, and nice, and he certainly didn’t give me ‘the ick,’ but he was far more interested in his wife than anyone else. Which was sweet. Maybe he was a little like me and his biggest kink was watching. Did he feel the same way about me as I did him?

Maybe. But I was just guessing, because Patrick was kind of hard to read.

Eli, on the other hand, was not.

Within thirty seconds of meeting him, I knew he was the kind of guy who said whatever thought crossed his mind.

When it was explained to him on the Zoom call I was new to all this and my participation was likely going to be minimal, his disappointment was clear. He said he hoped I’d be willing to join in on the fun.

This had nearly blown up the whole thing up, with Noah threatening to cancel because he was sure Eli would be too high-pressure.

But Eli’s apology had been swift and seemingly genuine. And after we’d ended the call, I’d assured Noah I’d be all right. I didn’t expect Eli to be aggressive, but if he was, I’d encountered those kinds of guys before and could handle myself. Plus, I knew Noah had my back.

Patrick had said their boat was older, but I couldn’t tell. Everything about it seemed new and high tech, and it was in excellent shape, making me even more excited for our cruise.

Once we were ready, I took a seat beside Noah on one of the benches near the back, and Shannon and Eli sat opposite us, while Patrick finished casting off and started the motors.

It didn’t take us long to reach the center of the lake, where long shadows stretched across the mirrored surface, and theincessant buzz of the cicadas hummed from the trees. With the engine off, it was peaceful, and I relaxed into Noah, enjoying the moment.

Drinks were passed around, and conversation flowed easily. It was clear that Patrick and Shannon were private. I didn’t know their last name or what they did for a living or if they had any kids, but Eli was more forthcoming. He’d joined the Marines straight out of high school, and after an eight-year enlistment, he’d left and become a security guard and firefighter.

He’d lived a wild lifestyle while he was in the military, and it had carried over into his civilian life. I was surprised to learn he’d been in the lifestyle longer than anyone else on the boat, and that Shannon and Patrick had only been swinging for a few years.

“Her sex drive is higher than mine,” Patrick said as he squeezed onto the bench beside his wife, “and I like watching, so that works out pretty great for us.” He gave her a sexy, knowing smile. “I like seeing her happy when she goes out on dates, and I love hearing all about them when she comes back to me.”

She had an almost dreamy look as she gazed at him, but then remembered there were other people around. “But we don’tneedit,” she said. “Playing with others is just a fun bonus.”

I liked hearing everyone talk so freely about it, because it was fucking fascinating to me.

The sun slipped further down, and the stars slowly became visible in the inky black sky. The mood on the boat was chill, but I wondered if they were all secretly pretending, as I did, that they didn’t feel the undercurrent of electricity. The anticipation hummed in me, making it hard to focus.

The lighting on the deck was minimal, and Shannon was so discreet about it, I hadn’t noticed her hand moving between Eli’s legs until Patrick glanced down and let out a sound of approval. She was sandwiched between the men on the small bench, fittedperfectly up against her husband, while massaging the erection that was tenting the front of the other man’s shorts.

It was no longer news to me I was into voyeurism, but what was surprising? How much I liked watchingsomeone elsewatch.

It was sexy in a taboo, forbidden way how Patrick studied his wife. How he watched the hand decorated with her wedding rings slide back and forth and caused pleasure to twist on the younger man’s face.

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