grayspike

Vargas and his bride Fili have been showing me some new wrinkles recently.

We all sweat buckets at the same gym. Vargas career shares aspects with mine, giving us an immediate bridge over which to bond. Im still not quite sure what Fili does. Other than come across as unapproachably attractive, I mean.

Hes tall. Shes statuesque. Or, hes a giant and shes an Amazon. Either way both stand several inches above me.

Vargas is rough hewn. If you didnt know him youd easily mistake him for mob muscle. Vargas is deep-set eyes, long face, a small slightly twisted mouth, and perpetual 5 oclock shadow. Were about the same age but a lot more gray shoots through his scalp.

For a while I didnt know Fili was Vargas woman. When they work out their disassociation passes absolute. As if their routines are calibrated to maximize distance.

Filis face has been chiseled into striking. All the components for pretty are there except warmth. One look at her lips and one could be forgiven for believing they lack pliancy.

Indeed her lips are pliant. They only lack kindness.

Vargas I knew from around the gym and bullshitting in the locker room. His accent is from everywhere and nowhere.

Fili grabbed my peripheral vision then turned my head enough to establish a direct sightline. Muscularity doesnt skew her femininity. She wears plain workout clothes. Nothing tight or cut too high or deep or that rides up or threatens to spill.

Some women can make modesty alluring.

Those days when Im on the bike and she strides on one of the nearby orbiters we forge eye contact. Our attentions arent skittish. We drink from long deep looks.

Unflinching eye contact is a fine trait. It shows confidence. Unknown to me then, Vargas monitored our sweaty mutual appraisals.

After a while he started timing his departures to coincide with hers. Vargas began accompanying her from the fitness room. Hed collect Fili then theyd stroll by me, usually stopping to chat and inspect what I read during my bicycling. Well, hed chat and look over my reading material. Fili would stand nearby tensing in wait for the starters pistol.

My reading Roths What I Saw apparently sealed his half of the deal. Vargas recited my last three pastime titles. Each selection impressed him.

Fili hung back. Involved as she would be, she remained distant. I tried deciding whether she was pensive or furtive when Vargas started flattering me.

Like us all, I am susceptible to getting stroked. After softening me up, he insisted we two meet somewhere. He had something urgent to discuss.

Refusal was futile. We set up a meeting.

Once he and Fili left, her departure one of surprising involuntary reluctance, I had trouble refocusing on Roths Weimar Berlin. Vargas mystery made me eager.

The bar agreed upon serves discretion with its strong drinks. Good acoustics muffle all but the sharpest noises, while the staff needs subpoenas to jolt its memories.

We could speak in confidence.

Vargas wasted little breath on small talk. He skipped across his and Filis backgrounds, reasons why theyd settled in the Northeast, then again commended what he regarded as my attributes.

From his observations Vargas determined I would be a fine partner for Fili.

I heard him and thought he pulled my leg. His sincerity erased that.

While I digested Vargas gist, he continued.

We were having a party. A most private party. In a hotel room. There because such affairs conducted in ones own home diminished anticipation. Being surrounded by familiar objects diluted his excitement.

As an aside, Vargas said he always felt hotel rooms were illicit. He smiled, obviously remembering a lot of extremely personal room service.

I became objective. I asked how Fili considered this arrangement. Almost as an afterthought Vargas said Fili found me agreeable. That unless he had her consent he never wouldve broached these sort of requests.

A statement not a question, I carefully said we were to be a threesome.

Sourness disturbed Vargas face. No. Not a threesome. He merely intended watching his bride and an agreeable stranger engage in spontaneous ardor.

I like how non-native English speakers transform possibly vulgar notions into pleasant activities.

My expression prompted Vargas to ask whether hed misjudged my character. No. He guessed correctly. What bothered me were questions about his vetting process.

How much was based on the gym itself? Physical perception? Sociability? Behavior? Then how much was based from the locker room?

Guys among guys in locker rooms have no restraint whatsoever. All the rough edges in male comportment emerge, as well as complete exposure. Nothing stays hidden in the locker room.

Did the balance tip in my favor while some of us exchanged exaggerated raunch about this girl and that? Or did I gain when offering profane solutions to a current topic? Or was it aesthetics in the common shower?

Perhaps his decision simply came down to liking how thoroughly I soaped my gizmo and nuts. I have yet to ask. We agreed; mine more from multiple strands of curiosity than lust.

Several nights later. They picked a luxury hotel, not some cheesy flea bag roach motel. A suite. Vargas, grinning, greeted me at the room door.

I didnt see Fili. She waited in the bedroom.

Vargas offered me a drink. I took one with more water and rocks than I usually do. Our small talk concerned rules. Vargas shrugged, smiled despite himself.

Meaning nothing off limits.

I moved towards the bedroom. Inside, under seemingly blazing light, Filis long fit tan body. They had stripped the bed down to its pillows and top sheet. Her swept aside hair was coal upon the snowy linen; the soles of her feet clean pink. She lay profiled back to the door.

Reclining so scooped a deeper hollow in Filis ass cheek and chopped a bigger pinch in her waist. Filis shoulders twitched beneath my scrutiny.

Our scrutiny. Vargas joined us. Ice lazily bumping against glass signaled his presence behind me. I regretfully curtailed my study of Fili and started undressing.

Disrobing didnt trouble me until underwear waistband rubbed my thighs. We, Vargas and I, had seen each other naked before, obviously. The trouble wasnt exposing myself.

Yet I felt at a disadvantage because Vargas enjoyed that strange powerful upper hand some fully clothed men exude upon anybody laid completely bare before them.

Sophisticated as we pretend, will we ever totally escape the vestiges of shame over our earthly vessels?

As Vargas settled in a plush chair, I sat on the bed. My weight alone nearly rolled Fili toward me. Almost. My grasp on her firm upper arm supplied the finishing momentum.

Expecting timidity or welcome, Filis face surprised me with petulance. As if this were penance rather than intended delight.

I glanced back at Vargas. No anxiety on his face. Roiled as Fili was thats how cool he seemed. His mask gave zero clues. Fili got my attention. She had man-sized fingers and they fisted around my cock. She clutched more of my meat than I ever had.

No fire heated her eyes. Tension, though, did stiffen her body.

I worked to loosen up Fili. Hands along her tight body. My kisses down from the corded neck to her Hitler mustache. Kind laps on her small breasts and nips on her nibs. Then an even more generous oral application. These all produced the proper stirrings. And little else.

No matter how adept the mechanic, sometimes the machine refuses to purr. Nothing flickered behind Filis eyes.

I didnt wonder what Vargas thought until we were finished.

Bag of tricks exhausted, we screwed. I didnt yield to wild abandonment. Instead I did all I could to stay stiff so I could pound her longer. A tool, thats what I became.

Thats not tender, I know. But with Fili thats all it was. Her favorite toy (providing she has any and a favorite among them) mightve done just as well. No, probably better. At least the toy could dredge up some fond memories.

If not for latex, I likely wouldve done an imitation of a money shot. In the end Fili breathed as hard as me.

After pulling out of his bride, I rolled facing him, rested on my elbows and opened my legs. A guy thing. I needed Vargas to gander at what I drove in her.

Angry and aroused, its a different animal than what hes accustomed to seeing in the locker room. Vargas stared. Then he nodded. Whether in acknowledgement or tribute who knew. Either way he remained mostly unmoved.

His unresponsiveness sped my wangs wilting. Only later did I consider embarrassment.

Fili left the bed and walked into the bathroom. Running water started behind the now closed door.

Vargas stood, suggested another drink, left the bedroom. I understood his gesture as an indirect sign to get dressed and join him in the sitting room.

Clothed again, parity restored between us, Vargas handed me a drink. Unlike the first, this one braced.

I thought this would present the opportunity for him to explain their kink. Instead Vargas complimented me. He praised with clinical detachment.

He was quite objective.

Fili joined us from the bedroom. Covered by the hotel-issued white robe she looked demure. A blue crest across the breast pocket gave her an official stamp. Relaxed as Id never seen her, she smiled at us both. I guess it was genuine. Whether it was or not, she further brightened when Vargas handed her a drink.

They fell into an easy closeness. Any closer and they wouldve become sloppy. Vargas slipped a sure arm around her waist. He kissed the short damp black mop atop her head. Fili rubbed his chest. She whispered in his ear. The secret earned laughs from both.

I felt like an intruder.

Fili remembered this scenes third actor. She thanked me for being a thoroughly agreeable man. She suggested we should all get together again. Vargas grinned so that if his buttons had been tight enough they wouldve busted. He seconded his brides invitation.

Heartily.

In the few times weve met since, Fili always extends another invite. Vargas manner stays constant. His curt enthusiasm doesnt waver.

At the end I accept these future enticements as dismissals. These are my cues to leave. And when I go they never fail to find something in the others face. It leads to an unbreakable embrace between them.

As ever, I depart wishing somebody might love me that much.