“Do you wanna come watch us fuck?”
Jason was a fit Australian man in his mid-40s, tan with a short-cropped, salt-n-pepper beard and black frame glasses. He resembled Santa Claus if he hit the gym five times a week and consumed protein shakes instead of milk and cookies. He and I had spoken of my desire to explore bi play and much of our talk revolved around this topic of conservation. His girlfriend, Raye, was in her mid-20s, a petite, toned body decorated with a shoulder and upper thigh tattoo. In her profile photos, her hair seemed to change colors more than a mood ring, each more vibrant than the last.
I stared at the text for what seemed like hours before deciding on a course of action. It was just past 1 AM, and I hadn’t anticipated an invitation given that we’d never met in person. I’d spoken to each of the couple separately about kinks and potential play, but our schedules hadn’t yet aligned to make it happen. Before I could say no, my dick took control of my phone and accepted.