Brock has fantasized about men his whole life, but he loves women too-especially Yasmine, his wife. After a tell-all game of truth or dare, he admits the one deep, dark secret he's never revealed to the love of his life. Months later they wind up at Inferno with Jeremy, the couple's best friend. The evening meant to fulfill Brock's yearnings quickly becomes a night of adventure for all three, with a lot more love laid on the line than any of them could have imagined.

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Brock had reserved the room Jeremy had instructed, and now they entered. Unlike a lot of the rooms in Inferno, this one wasn't painted all black for the dungeon effect. This particular room was the epitome of a luxurious fantasy. A California king bed draped in beige satin sheets with a canopy of netting held up by intricately carved wrought iron bars. Sweet-smelling candles flickered from what looked like a hundred sconces and candelabras around the room, and one wall was painted with such a realistic nighttime beach scene, full moon and sparkling waves, it seemed as if one could step right off the balcony and onto the sand.

Jeremy set his glass on the nightstand and turned toward Brock and Yasmine. "There's no need to be nervous. We're not doing anything you two don't want to do."

Yasmine pulled away from Brock and held up her hands. "I'm not doing anything at all but watching." She gave a slightly shaky laugh that did nothing for Brock's nerves.

Jeremy nodded but muttered, "We'll see about that. Finish your drink, B, and try to relax. You've done what I told you to do this week?"

Brock gulped the last of his whiskey and wished he had more. "Yeah, I have." In order for things to go smoothly, Jeremy had suggested he get a butt plug and use it to help stretch his sphincter so his first time having a dick in his ass didn't hurt. Yasmine had been a real champion though, he thought with a wicked grin. She'd offered to get one for herself. Damn, the sex had been hot the last couple of days.

Jeremy took the four steps separating them, removed the empty glass from his hand, and held it out for Yasmine. She took it and moved off, just out of Brock's line of sight.

Without warning, Jeremy wrapped his hand behind Brock's neck and crushed his mouth against Brock's. Brock's breath caught, and his first reaction was to shove him away. He even raised his hands to Jerry's shoulders to do just that when he realized this was something he wanted. He'd fantasized about kissing men for longer than he could remember, but he loved women, too. And women were so much more socially acceptable.

As soon as he let himself relax, the sensation of Jerry's mouth sank into his brain, and his dick throbbed to fullness in an instant. Soft lips, prickly five o'clock whiskers.

"Breathe," Jerry whispered against his lips.

Brock laughed, his breath rushing out of him. Jerry took the opportunity to stroke his tongue into Brock's mouth, and Brock groaned. He gripped Jerry's shoulders, then let his hands slide down over well-formed pecs and a hard abdomen. He smelled good, tasted of coffee, vodka and lime. He tipped his head slightly and touched the tip of his tongue to Jerry's.

Jerry sighed and opened his mouth so their tongues touched, played, dueled, and before he knew it, Brock had Jerry in an embrace, their chests pressed together, cocks rubbing against each other through layers of denim. It felt good, exciting, taboo. So different from his small wife who he always felt a little afraid he'd break if he let go and gave his animalistic side free rein.

They fit together almost perfectly. Of a same height, weight, and build. They'd met one night when Inferno had been unusually quiet and Jeremy had offered to buy them a drink to celebrate a large land deal he'd made a nice commission on. They both loved to fish, and so the friendship had been born.

Don't think of friendship. Brock shoved the thoughts away because he wasn't sure he could let his best buddy fuck him. Tonight they were strangers. This was a one-time thing. They all knew it, had discussed it. One time to scratch the itch.

Brock turned Jeremy and practically threw him down on the bed, coming down on top of him and ripping at his shirt buttons.