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“I want Luke to have the full experience,” Camila said, taking another sip of her wine. “And I want to watch.”

Genevieve raised her eyebrows looking at me. “Are you ok with that?”

“Yes,” I said immediately. “We discussed it and if at any time either of us is uncomfortable we will use the word red to stop everything.”

“That’s good. I’m glad you talked about safe words,” Genevieve said with a small smile. “Communication is very important and I expect both of you to use it even if you think you will be fine. Can I trust you to do that?”

We nodded.

“I need words,” she clipped.

“Yes,” we said together.

She studied us, nodding like she was happy with whatever she saw.

“Ok, ground rules,” she said, looking at me. “You will address me as Mistress every time you speak to me. If I ask you a question you say ‘Yes, Mistress.’ I expect you to keep your eyes down unless I tell you otherwise. We will use the stoplight method green for good, yellow for slow down or pause and red to stop everything. Condoms are non-negotiable.”

“Yes, Mistress,” I said instinctively.

“Good boy,” she said, and her words warmed me up, shooting arousal straight through me.

Camila looked at me and she smirked. “Do you like being told you're a good boy?”

“Y-yes,” I stuttered. Admitting it felt freeing.

“Tonight, we will do some light BDSM and role playing,” Genevieve said standing up. “Some impact play, restraints, and orgasm denial. Are you ok with that?”

“Yes, Mistress,” I said, willing to try anything.

“Are you ok with that, Camila?” Genevieve looked at my wife.

“Yes, as long as he is comfortable with it,” she said, squeezing my hand.

“Anything off limits for you?” Genevieve walked away from us.

“I don’t think so,” Camila said, her brows furrowing as she thought about it.

“Kissing is fine?” Genevieve sat her wine glass on the table.

“Yes,” Camila replied. “If there is something I don’t like I will say red. I want him to experience everything you have to offer and I want to watch and learn.”

My body was getting hotter the longer we talked about the experience I was about to head into. My cock was hard, but the longer we talked the more uncomfortable I grew. I needed relief.

“Ok, Luke,” Genevieve snapped.

“Yes, Mistress,” I said, looking at her.

“Go into the last room on the right, strip down to your underwear and kneel by the door,” she commanded. “I expect you not to move until I tell you to, even if that means you stay there for an hour.”

“Yes, Mistress,” I said, getting up.

“Now kiss your wife and leave us,” she said, leaning against the bar.

I sat down, threading my hands through her hair and pulling her towards me. Our earlier urgency returned, and I kissed her roughly, excited at what was coming next.

“Te amo,” I said, kissing down her neck.

“Te amo, Cariño,” she sighed.

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