Role of a Lifetime II
By: Kenneth Kirk
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Chapter 3

In the afterglow of our lovemaking following our lunch with David and Harold, Brant seemed less panicked about the prospects of a follow-on movie to Laying Low.   Although we had not spoken any more about the potential of being with an as-yet unknown actor, I sensed his normal peaceful nature had returned with his sexual release.

“Are you feeling better?” I whispered when I could breathe again.

“Yes, I am,” he panted.  “But I don’t know if that’s … the euphoria of being in you … or the relaxation I always get from an orgasm … or something changing in my mind about … the movie.”

“Let’s rinse off, grab a beer, and chat some more,” I suggested.

“Okay.”

I got into the shower a moment before my husband did.  As I adjust the shower head, he paused at the entrance for a moment.  Then, in the most serious voice I’d ever heard him use, he said, “I’d simply die if I lost you, babe.”

I put the most loving expression I could find on my face as I looked at him.  “Oh, baby,” I said soothingly, “Nothing is going to come between us.  No matter what happens.  I promise.”

He stepped into the shower and into my waiting arms.  We kissed for a moment before I pulled away to push him under the stream of warm water.  I washed him as gently as if he was a burn victim while paying special attention to his lovely ass and the rosebud between his cheeks.  After he started moaning and I was sure he was clean, I dropped to my haunches behind him and cleaned him some more with my tongue. 

When his sphincter was dilated, I entered him slowly, taking a few moments to warm us both up before I began moving with more purpose, more urgency.  I knew the best thing for this bout of insecurity he seemed to be having was to feel possessed by his man.  I thought nothing would calm him as much as the deep connection that is most profound when your ass is full of your husband’s cock.  I wanted to give him that assurance of my love and my presence in his life.

Soon our moans and grunts were bouncing off the tiled walls of the shower, creating a crescendo of sound that enveloped us as it augmented the erotic nature of the moment.  Despite our orgasms from only a few minutes ago, we only needed a short time before I was filling him as he was christening our shower wall.  Oh, fuck, it was nice!

We could barely stand long enough to get ourselves rinsed off before climbing onto the bathroom mat and leaning on the lavatory. 

“Thank you, … sweetheart,” he panted.  “I didn’t know it … but I needed that.”

I grinned at him.  “I did, too, honey.”

We dried each other and stumbled into the bedroom.  We pulled on some briefs and then trundled off to the kitchen for those beers.

We plopped down on a couple of low-slung overstuffed side chairs that faced each other over a matching ottoman.  Putting our feet up together we peered at each other over our Heinekens. 

“I think we need to be totally honest about this movie opportunity, Brant,” I started.

“Of course, Sky.  We need to know how each of us feels.  Really feels.”

I took a drag on my beer.  “Can you say exactly what troubles you about the idea of a throuple?”

“Uhm, sure.  I think.”

“Take as long as you need to express it.”

He took a sip and then another.  “Okay, babe.”  He pursed his lips in thought for half a minute.  “Well, here goes.  I’ve never thought of myself as gay, I guess.  I mean, I’m in love with you and I adore the intimate things we do together.  Even like in the shower just now.”  He grinned.  “But that’s special between me and the person I love, who happens to be a man.”  He paused expecting some kind of response from me.

I smiled.  “Our intimacy is very special to me, too, sweetheart.  Although I’ve had sex with some other guys before I knew you, it was never so tender, so deep, so personal.  So loving.  Sex with you is quite different than sex with another guy, no matter who he might be or how hot he might be.”

“I can’t even quite imagine it, Sky.  Sex with another guy.  It’s you I’m queer for, not other guys.  You know?”

“You don’t know how flattered I am by your interest in me.  May I ask you a question?”

“Of course!”

“Do you feel that if we were intimate with another actor in scenes from the movie, it would mean we have to fall in love with him?”

Brant had to think about that for a moment, so he sipped his beer thoughtfully.  “Maybe.”  He looked away for a couple of seconds and, when he looked back at me, he smiled.  “Yes, I think that is the basis of my fear.”

“Because?”

“Uhm, I don’t want to love another guy.  And I don’t want you to love another guy either.”

“Okay!”  I felt we had come to the root of his hesitancy about the movie.  “Let me ask you another question.”

“Sure.”

“Have you been in love with every woman you’ve ever had sex with?”

He chuckled.  “I guess I sound like a cad, but the answer is ‘No, not at all.’”

“So, what makes you think you would have to be in love with every man?”

His eyes brightened with a level of understanding.  Slowly, he said, “Uhm, I guess it isn’t required.  But I have to say that the only man I have had sex with is the man I love.”

I smiled.  “So, you sort of have straight sex connected with people you don’t always love, but gay sex only with people you do love?”

He sipped.  “Yes, that’s true, I guess.”  He chuckled as he seemed to understand the contradictions in that statement.

“So, what man can you think of, present company excepted, of course, who you find sexually attractive?  Who’s hot?”  I wiggled my eyebrows suggestively.

“I don’t know,” he mumbled.

“There is somebody.  Think for a minute.”

He drummed his fingers on the arm of the chair as he took a series of tiny sips from the beer.  At last, he grinned a bit.  “Well, how about Zac Efron?”

“Hell, yeah!  Everyone would agree with that choice.  Who else?”

“Uhm.  Ryan Reynolds.”

“Uh-huh.  Keep going.”

“Okay.  Armie Hammer.” 

I could tell he was warming to this exercise so I nodded and waved my hand for him to continue.

He grinned.  I thought he was starting to have fun with this.

“Justin Hartley.  Matt Bomer.  Ryan Kwanten.  That guy from 90210.”

“Trevor Donovan?”

“He was the gay kid, right?”

“Yep.”

“Yes, him.  Neil Patrick Harris.  Chris Evans.  Any Hemsworth!”

I laughed.  “Absolutely!  Keep going!”

“Cody Christian, Colton Haynes, Tyler Hoechlin, the Carver twins from Teen Wolf.”

“Good choices.  Incidentally, did you know Max Carver is straight but his twin Charlie is gay?”

“No, I didn’t.  I wonder how that happens.”

“A subject for a different conversation.  You’re doing great.  Who else would you consider hot?”

“Mario Lopez.  Ricky Martin.  Enriqué Iglesias.  Santiago Cabrera.”

“Ah, all gorgeous Hispanics.”

He grinned.  “Miguel Ángel Silvestre.  All the boys from Elite.” 

We laughed together.  “So, imagine if you and I were naked with any one of these hot stars.  We’re kissing his strong lips, first me and then you.  And we’re caressing his flawless brown skin.  Feel how smooth the skin is and how taut the muscles are?”

“Oh, yeah.”  Brant’s breathing was a little ragged.

“And then his beautiful prick gets hard.”

“Damn.”

“Would you slip down and take his prick in your mouth?”

“Well…”

“I’m right there with you.  We’re doing this together.  We’re sharing this intimate moment with this amazing man.  Imagine me saying, ‘Do it, babe!’”

He chuckled.  “Well, if you told me to, I’d have to, right?”  I noticed he was half hard in his Calvin’s.  

“Yes.  And it would be so amazing to share that time together.  And then say good-bye to him and come home together with a true fantasy we will have to share for the rest of our lives.  That time with Ryan or Enriqué or Miguel.”

“It actually sounds like fun when you put it like that.  Hot.”

I nod and smile at my wonderful husband.  “Would sucking off Ryan Reynolds make you stop loving me?”

He shook his head vigorously.  “Of course not!”

“So, it sounds like fun.”  I held up a finger.  “It would make us some good money.”  I held up two fingers.  “It would be a smash hit that would build our careers even more.”  I held up three fingers. 

“And we would have a fantasy for life,” he added.

I held up four fingers.

We stared at each other for a moment, then simultaneously broke into wide grins.  I leaned forward, holding my beer bottle with the neck towards him.  Brant leaned forward and we clinked our beers.  Each having very little remaining in our bottles, we finished them off.

“Shall we call David?” I asked.

“Yeah.”

I pulled out my cell and scrolled through my contacts to David’s name.  As the phone jangled with the ring, I punched the speaker button.

“Hello?  Sky?”

“Yes.  Hi, David.”

“Hi, yourself.”

“You’re on speaker with Brant.”

“Hi, David,” Brant called.

“Hi, Brant.  What can I do for you guys?”

“Sign us up for the throuple movie,” I giggled.

David took a beat to absorb my message.  When he spoke, he was enthusiastic and energetic.  “Yeah?  Oh, that is awesome!”

“We’ve decided we really want to do it.”

“You, too, Brant?”

“Yes, sir!  Sky showed me that it will be fun for us and is no threat to our relationship.  I want to do the flick.”

“That’s tremendous, guys.  I’ll get Harold to writing, if he isn’t already.”

“We have a couple of conditions,” I said seriously.

Brant looked at me quizzically since we had not talked about this.

Slowly, David said, “Okay.  What are they?”

“We want the relationship between Aaron and Marty to be treated with great respect.  It’s not one running around on the other one.  This throuple develops naturally and never threatens the central relationship.”

“Alright.”

“And the new actor must be very hot.”

Brant smiled and nodded.

“Preferably Hispanic.”  I was on a roll.

“Oh, yeah,” Brant added.

“That’s a great idea.  We’ve been criticized as being too white in Laying Low.”  He chuckled.  “Even your Spanish blood isn’t quite enough diversity, Brant.”

“Well, I’m half French, too, but both are European.”

“That must be it.  Anyhow, Hispanic it is.”

“The only other consideration is the filming schedule, of course,” I said.

“I’ll get Tammy right on that.  She’ll be in touch with your agents about your schedules.”

“Okay, then,” Brant said.  “We look forward to working for you again.”

“As do I,” David said.

“Oh, one more thing,” I said.

“I didn’t know you were so demanding, Sky,” David teased.

We all chuckled.

“See if you can get the same crew back together.  They treated our intimate scenes with such respect and, uhm, grace that I’d love to have them again.”

“Good suggestion.  I’ll see what I can do.  We’ll be in touch soon.  And thanks, guys!”

“Thank you!”

To be continued...

Posted: 02/17/2023