Seducing A Couple (Bisexual, MMF)

Evan Lewis was frankly a bit tired of the usual dating madness and just wanted to settle down.....in his fancy mansion, with his Jaguar, his philanthropic trusts, his helicopter, his Learjet, his cabin in Alaska, his yacht, and, well, you get the idea. He had retired from his company at 45, set for life and ready to enjoy it. One divorce was one too many, and he had finally paid the ex off with a lump sum equal to a cool twenty million dollars. He had fooled around, as had she, but catching him with his male chauffeur had apparently been a step too far for his homophobic ex.

That was when he got a crazy idea and posted an ad in more adult personal periodicals, seeking out a couple, married or not, to satisfy his bisexual, polyamorous desires. The way that he figured it, at his age, and with him being equally attracted to both sexes, what he really needed was a man and a woman, and the easiest way to get that would be to either seduce or buy a couple.....If he could get them both as a team, whether husband and wife, boyfriend and girlfriend, or even brother and sister, he would be satisfied at last and they could all enjoy their life in the lap of luxury together.

So, that's what he offered.

DWM seeking couple for long-term polyamorous, ménage a trois relationship. All expenses paid. You would be a kept couple in essence. Am worth in excess of 123,000,000 dollars. Male half must be bisexual and female half must be open to kinky MFM threesomes, impregnation by both men. Can be married, cohabitating, or even incestuous. No cheating. We would be exclusive, the three of us. If interested, dial (111-555-2420).

Now, Evan would wait and see who, if anyone, replied.

OOC: Seeking players to be the couple in question, either married, cohabitating, or incestuous.

Vincent Delorenzo couldn't wait to get home, which wasn't all that out of the ordinary with the love of his life waiting for him. She hated when he called her that but there was no truer way to describe how he felt about Bianca Maldonado. He'd been in love with her since they were 12, when his father started dating her mother. Eventually their parents married, dashing his hopes of ever being more than just a friend to the little Dominican spark plug. But that all changed when they were 18 and their parents kicked her out after Bianca got picked up for her third drunk and disorderly. Their ultra catholic family pretty much disowned her and they drifted apart. Within a year, the sneaky late night calls dwindled down to none and he attempted to move on with his life.

Everything changed on his 21st birthday when Vince's buddies from trade school dragged him to a strip club to celebrate. He had a girlfriend at the time, a good Catholic girl his step-mother introduced him to, but it wasn't anything he took too seriously. She was ready to settle down and have babies, while Vince was just getting out onto his own. It had been at least 2 years since he'd seen Bianca, but that didn't mean she was at all out of his mind, so when he saw the raven haired caramel skinned girl take center stage his heart dropped into his crotch. Overcome with excitement, he called out to her, using her real name and she shot him a dirty look. But it only lasted a moment before recognition came to her face and she came barreling off the stage to jump into his arms.

They exchanged numbers and Bianca couldn't wait to see him again. She wasn't even dressed after her shift was over before she was texting him her address. It had only been a few years but he looked like a completely different person. Gone was the lanky, socially awkward step-brother she remembered. He'd always been tall but 50 lbs of muscle had turned him into something else. The stubble that coated his now angled jaw and smattering of tattoos that cover her forearms only made things worse. She found herself flirting with him in no time and after a couple joints and a bottle of cheap rum, Bianca passed out on the crappy futon in her shitty studio apartment. Somewhere in the wee hours of the morning, he scooped her up into his arms and carried her to bed. Bianca vaguely remembered him pulling off her jeans and tucking her in before she pulled him down into bed with her. She kissed him then, but he didn't allow it to go any further. Not that first night anyway.

If it happened, Vince wanted them to be sober so there would be no regrets. They spent a relatively dry weekend in locked in her apartment catching up and laughing together. They didn't talk much about their family, instead discussed what they wanted out of life. When Vince confessed that all he ever wanted was her, Bianca admitted to having similar thought and so began there slightly taboo relationship. Bianca implored him to keep it a secret and he tried, but of course their parent knew something was going on. After his girlfriend complained of not seeing him for weeks, they showed up to his apartment one morning to find a half dressed Bianca making breakfast. They called their relationship shameful, an abomination, and threatened to call the authorities. But Vince and Bianca didn't care, and she was proud of Vince for standing up to them for her. For love.

The next morning saw them at the Justice of the Peace and four-years later they couldn't be happier. They were each others biggest cheerleader and closest confidant. Vince helped Bianca think seriously about life and she made sure he stopped to smell the roses. Sure they struggled to make ends meet, but as long as they were together, nothing else mattered.

So when Bianca saw the ad while perusing the want ads on her smoke break at the cafe, she couldn't wait to show Vince. They'd dabbled in the swinging lifestyle for the past few years but nothing like what the ad suggested. Sure he wasn't exactly bi but he didn't mind watching gay porn while she fucked him in the ass with her thick harnessless cock. Bianca thought long and hard about it her entire walk home and came to the conclusion that she would just leave it out for him to see.

With the magazine strategically placed on the counter, Bianca got to work cooking Vince's favorite meal as soon as she got home. She'd follow their usual routine of rolling him a joint and making him an espresso while he sat at the counter. They'd exchange the happenings of their day while she finished up dinner and hopefully by the time she made the plates, he would see the ad.

"Honey I'm home," Vince called out as he usually did as soon as he walked in the door. It didn't matter that Bianca could hear his heavy booted feet climbing the stairs to their fourth floor one-bedroom love shack. "Mmm what smells so good?"

Bianca didn't answer him, instead waited for him to come into the kitchen to wrap his arms around her waist and kiss the back of her neck like he usually did. "Eww, papi you stink," she said with a giggle as he pepper her neck and bare shoulders with kisses before she turned away from the stove for him to catch her lips. His grubby hands went immediately to her ass as she sucked his tongue into her mouth.

"You love it," he teased and gave her ass a swat before he pulled away and took his seat at the stool. Bianca grinned as she set about making his coffee and listened as he fired up the joint she set on the open magazine.

Vince couldn't help browse the entries she'd circled but he paused on the one with the stars around it. His brow furrowed as he read it aloud, his voice rising as he came to the money part. "So I take it your interested," he said with a chuckle as she set down his demitasse cup. Vince passed her the joint and grabbed her hand to pull her into his lap.

"I mean...it's worth thinking about...right," she said feigning nonchalance but of course he saw right through it and slipped his hand down between her thighs to cup her stretch pant covered pussy.

"I bet you been wet all day thinking about me blowing this guy huh?"

"I won't deny it," she said with a giggle and gave him back the joint. "Maybe more," she said and he choked a little.

"I don't know about all that BiBi...I mean it's one thing to watch it..."

"We could at least meet him and if he's gross we let it go but think about Papi...really think about it. You always say you want to take care of me right? What better way than to have a filthy rich friend to play with?"

She had him there. His dream was to be settled enough where is wife didn't have to work and they would want for nothing. He wanted out of this shitty apartment but he didn't want her to have to strip to do it. It wasn't like he hadn't thought about it, being with men. He'd received enough head and rimjobs from the men they played with on occasion not to be turned off by the idea. The money alone had him thinking maybe it was time for him to act on his curiosities. It wasn't like he hadn't sucked her fake cock before she plowed him some night, how different could it be.

Vince took out his phone and handed it over to her with a grin. "Call him up," he said and Bianca let out a squeal that made his ears ring. "I'm not doing shit if he's gross those though. We're just going to meet him and make sure he's not full of shit."

"Exactly," she said with a giggle, already dialing the number. It went to voice-mail but Bianca left a detailed message making sure to include all of their contact information before she hung up. She even included her instagram tag if the guy wanted to check them out first. "Fingers crossed," she said with a grin and slid out of his lap to finish up dinner.

They ate that night, mostly in silence as they both mulled over the decision they just made, and the possibilities to come. By the time they headed to bed, both were thoroughly turned on and they made love, all the while discussing the fun they could have with this mystery millionaire.

Evan Lewis

Evan listened to each of the voicemails, checked out several Instagram, Snapchat, Twitter, Pinterest, Tumblr, and Facebook accounts, even ol' My Space, but at last he heard one that really excited him.

First, it was the woman's voice on the voicemail, sultry with a strong hint of Hispanic flavor to her. Evan could imagine himself easily happy with a Latina as the woman in the question. Then, there was the Instagram account and strong hints of bi-curiosity on the man's part. While not actively bi, the husband was warming up to it, had at least received oral from guys and taken it in the ass, judging by what he could tell.....he seemed to enjoy a good pegging. They both seemed to find gay porn exciting, at least from what he could tell of their likes and follows.

Yes, close enough and some ways better. Evan could help the wife finish seducing hubby into it. He loved the idea of ensnaring this couple, and sure enough, the pics of them showed a handsome Italian guy with his Dominican wife....Hispanic, with perhaps a decent hint of African blood, too. Well, that made sense. Dominicans, like Cubans, had more than their share of intermarriage between black and Spanish peoples. It gave her an extremely earthy look that complemented Vincent's somewhat olive complexion very well and would make a nice, sexy contrast to Evan's own mild farmer's tan (hey, he hadn't been born rich, after all.....upper middle-class lawyer and judge, but his grandfather had been a West Virginia coal-miner).

His ex-wife Sandrine had been fun, a French-Canadian model who had proven rather homophobic, to put it mildly. She was okay with a marriage of convenience, and was willing to look the other way (as long as he did), but somehow, she considered homosexual activity beyond the pale and had rejected him because, "You are clearly using me as a beard." She had attempted an annulment until she learned that it might affect her property settlement, and then she sued for divorce (evidently, money counted for more than her immortal soul, after all).

Of course, after years of an otherwise attractive, but emaciated, fair-skinned blonde wife who annoyed Evan with her bizarre fad diets and her uselessness in the kitchen, it would be nice to get a busty, curvy, sultry Latina....Not to mention a sexy Italian stud for a bum boy....It was hard to say who had the nicer ass in those photos. Evan thought that they were both great, and certainly Bianca was an improvement over Sandrine's lack of hips and bust, though his ex had great legs for sure. If that sort of thinking might have been shocking to some, well, this was his money possibly paying for that booty, male and female alike. He wanted to get his money's worth....

Frankly, though, far more important than figure (as everyone had their ups and downs, pros and cons about such trivia) was attitude. This couple seemed to have a fun-loving, easygoing approach of just embracing and enjoying what they wanted. Bianca seemed to have the reins between them, but as long as she respected hubby too much to humiliate him, and respected Evan enough to obey him, it would work out just fine. It was clear that Vincent understood that his wife wore the pants in his marriage and was okay with that, so it didn't bother Evan.

Yes, if Sandrine had been more open to things, her figure was no deal-breaker, but if she had been busty and curvy, but had her same attitude, the marriage would have still failed. Figure was useful, but attitude was everything! Sassy, but trainable, playful, but passionate.....those were great qualities, and both of them seemed to have just that right balance struck there.

Yes, Evan decided, I have found my best prospects, near as I can tell. Let's see if they handle me as their "Sugar Daddy." They had all the makings of the right kept couple.

Evan grinned with anticipation, his cock rather stiff, as he dialed their number to reply.

Come on, pick up the phone, my little pets....We have a lifetime of passion and pleasure ahead of us.

Vincent Delorenzo

Vince was just getting in from walking Bianca to work. It was their usual routine, being the night owl she was, his wife needed an extra kick in the pants to get going for her early shifts. Even when he was off, Vince woke up first to make her breakfast and run the shower to get the hot water going before he even thought of waking Bianca with a few firm slaps to her bare ass. A wrestling match often followed but eventually he'd wrangle her into the bathroom to get ready.

Living with Bianca was like having an ornery teenager for a roommate but Vince didn't mind. He liked taking care of her, cleaning up after her, just being with her. That's why he dragged himself out of bed before down to make sure she got to work on time every morning, even when he was off like today. The free coffee he got when she started her shift was just a perk. Sometimes he'd go to the gym to kill the few hours before he headed to work at his uncle's cab company but on his days off, Vince ran errands and headed home as quickly as possible.

He was just coming in the door with a new game for his Xbox tucked under his arm when he felt his phone vibrating in his pocket. The ring tone was generic for unknown numbers but this number he recognized and nearly dropped the phone in his rush to answer it.

"Yeah, this is Vince," he said in greeting, wondering is the caller could hear his grin.

Evan Lewis

Evan was pleased to hear what the hubby sounded like at last. His voice was very attractive, as much as his body, and that didn't hurt at all. Evan smiled as he realized how much closer this whole scenario had gotten to actually taking place. He might very well soon have a couple of kept lovers, man and wife, as his playthings, with whom he could lavish gifts, money, etc. and have their sexual favors as their end of things....besides, maybe it was his family's impoverished past, but Evan liked bestowing largesse.....up to a point (he wasn't going to be a pushover).

"Evan Lewis here. You must be Vincent, I take it," Evan grinned now, "I called back in response to the voicemail that your wife, Bianca, sent me. I checked your Instagram that you guys have....and damn! You have quite piqued my interest, I must say. How open are you guys to things? How interested and curious are you, both of you? Do you have any questions, preliminary ones?"

Evan wanted to get any major cock-blocking deal-breakers out of the way, of course. Better to get rejected now than later, when he had invested more time and energy, not to mention money, in this pursuit. Yes, best to front-load all that jazz first.

Vincent Delorenzo

Vince listened to the smooth deep voice on the other end of the line as he moved around his tiny apartment. He found himself pacing nervously, despite how relaxed this Evan guy sounded on the phone. This wasn't the first date he'd set up for him and his wife but if Bianca had her way, it would be their last. He still had his own reservation, even if this guy sounded friendly and easy-going...And not gross.

"Well Bianca...as you might have seen is open to anything that feels good," he said with a chuckle as he finally sat down on the edge of they're bed and lit the joint they'd shared earlier. "I'm a little more reserved but I'll admit easily persuaded. I've never been with a dude...like really been with them. Gotten a blow job here and there but nothing too crazy. I don't know if that makes me curious but I'm not as opposed to it as the average straight guy. We like to have fun you know. We love each other and have known each other since we were kids so our relationship is pretty much rock solid."

Vince paused then, debating on just how much he should tell this relative stranger about how deep his relationship with be Bianca actually was, but then he figured what the hell. It was probably best they got everything out on the table before things got to crazy, so he took a deep breath and said, "We've known each other since we were 12. My pop's married to her mom so we kind of grew up together...we did actually. My mom's dead and her dad's in the wind so we were raised as siblings and our parents are butt hurt that we're married now. She's happy and I'm happy and that's all that matter to either one of us," he said, feeling himself becoming an advocate for their love again. It was a habit whenever they encountered people who knew them from before. Vince had become conditioned to stand up for them while Bianca was more of "who gives a fuck" type.

"Anyway," he said after he took a long hit off his joint "As for preliminary questions, I think I want to know exactly what you expect from her...us. I'm all for having fun but if you some rich perv looking for a couple of down on their luck kids to pump full of drugs and keep chained in his basement and bring out for his rich guy perv parties, we are not what you're looking for. I'll kill you before I let anything happen to her bro."

Evan Lewis

Evan chuckled for a second before he addressed the issues. Vincent was manly in just the right ways. He loved his wife and she clearly loved him.....Evan relaxed even more. He was dealing with real people, not jaded space cadets or something. Real people who gave a damn about each other. The threat actually made Evan feel better about this. It was a real husband being protective of his wife. They were kinky, but caring. Evan had enough strung out, coked up socialites and supermodels willing to go through the motions and tolerate anything to last him a lifetime.

"One, I am relieved that you give a damn about your wife, not to mention yourself. That tells me a lot about your character as a man. I respect that. I respect your marriage. I do not seek to humiliate or degrade anyone. I grew up the son of a lawyer and a judge, who taught me to think of those less fortunate and show some basic respect for human dignity. It moves me to think that you cared enough about yourself to stand up for the woman that you love, while still both wanting to have fun and explore new things, enjoy the good life.

"Two, I have no plans to turn you into gimps, mindless fuck toys, human dildos, or crack whores. I want lovers....I want heat. I want passion, curiosity, sass, fire, intimate moments of vulnerability, trust, risk, danger, jealousy, the will and courage to push past that jealousy, fear, eagerness....You get the idea. I want people, not toys. Yes, I might call you playthings now and then, and, yes, you'll be kept people in a lavish lifestyle, but it's not about whoring you out. I want companions, not Stepford partners.

"In fact, I don't want to share you guys at all. I want you all to myself. I want to train, seduce, entice, charm, and pleasure both of you, have you two do the same to me in some ways. I'm dominant and sometimes sadistic, but I respect limits, safe words, things like that. Sure, there will be parties, and you're free to flirt, but no fooling around with others. Just, you, me, and her. A proper, lifelong ménage a trois. Three people, exclusive, so no more need for condoms and other such things. I understand that the bisexual thing will take some adjustment, but I am pleased that you seem open to exploring it.

"Would you be agreeable to supper at my place, next available date for both of you, the two of you in my house, sort of a date? We can get to know each other better, flirt, and see if we all really want to take this to the next step. I'm not asking for an immediate commitment, just an interview or date or courtship or whatever you want to call it."

Evan let that hang in the air, see how Vincent reacted. After all, it was best to meet before taking a leap in the dark. He was as cautious and tentative as Vincent and Bianca, despite his excitement and arousal over the prospect. They wanted to get it right.....They wanted a good time. None of them wanted to be burned.

It all sounded too good to be true, but it was clear the ball was in his court. He thought a moment about all Evan had proposed, his foot tapping nervously. If this guy wasn't full of shit, this would be the opportunity of a lifetime for he and Bianca. No more struggling. Endless adventure and more than enough cock for her to go around, maybe even a little for him too. Money was the most powerful persuader for him and that alone had him contemplating bending over for this man on sight.

"All that sounds like a sweet deal and I'll admit I'm skeptical but I promised her I'd at least give it a shot," he said with a chuckle as he began to pace again. "How about tonight? Why don't you send us a car or something Daddy Warbucks so Bianca doesn't have to worry about dressing for my bike? She gets around 5 so anytime after that would be cool. Plus we already planned to bunk off work tomorrow so if things go as well as you hope, we won't have to cut the night short. How's that sound Evan?"

While he waited for his response, Vince flipped open Bianca's Laptop and did a quick google search for "Evan Lewis". He put his phone on speaker as browsed the various entries from Forbes, Wall Street Journal, and some outdoor magazine he'd never heard of. Each included at least on picture and Vince wasn't ashamed to say he didn't mind what he saw. And it wasn't just about the dollar signs dancing in his vision.

Evan Lewis

Evan chuckled again, understanding where the streetwise guy might have some doubts. Any time someone's luck might change for the better, it might also change for the worse. His grandfather, Tom Lewis, a coal-miner from West Virginia had taught him that, same as Rhys or "Taffy" Lewis had taught him on the boat from Wales. It was an even 50/50 split for the underclass at best.

"Yeah, I understand that you're wary. Who wouldn't be? Nobody wants to be conned or scammed....or worse. So, I will be more than agreeable to picking the missus up. I will show up with my Jaguar at 4:30 this afternoon or so, pick you up, and then grab Bianca to take you both back to my place. Servants are nice, but sometimes, it's good to have some privacy. This will let you meet me in a public place first, so you'll know that everyone saw you with me. That way, I have no alibi. If we get plastered later, we'll work out something else for after supper, assuming that you two don't spend the night.

"The staff will already have supper ready by the time that we get back, and then they will retire for the night. It will just be the three of us then. Supper, maybe a movie or something, some conversation about how well things are going or not, that sort of thing. A chance to get know each other before making any major decision either way. No pressure, no expectations, just go with the flow, and see if it works out between us, if we click.

"What do you think, Vincent? Want me to surprise your wife in a Jaguar?" Evan laughed at that last part, but he was generally serious.

The more he thought of these two, the better they sounded. He just hoped that they felt the same about him.....

Vincent~~~Bianca~~~Vince

Evan's suggestion of meeting in a public place set Vince at ease a little bit and he had to admit the thought of showing up to retrieve his wife in a expensive car would be great but he knew his wife. He'd never hear the end of it if he robbed her the opportunity to look her best for convenience sake. Plus there was the rule of keeping their home life private until they knew for sure they weren't dealing with some creepo stalker.

"That sounds good but Bianca isn't going to go for you seeing her in her work clothes," he said with a chuckle. "Even if the plan is for this to be a long-term deal, she would kill us both if we didn't allow her to make the first impression of her choice. So how about this? I'll give her a call and see if she can cut out a little early so she can do her thing," he said already shooting her a text from the laptop as he spoke his next suggestion. "There's a bar we go to pretty often not to far from where we live. People know us well enough to not think twice about us leaving with some strange guy but they'll take note. I'll text you the address when I know wifey can get away.

"Listen Evan, you seem like a pretty cool guy...level-headed reasonable, but I'm going to be honest with you, I'm not the one you need to impress. Hope that Jag shines up nice. We'll be in touch...oh and call me Vince. Vincent is my dad and he's an asshole," he said, winding up the call.

He didn't want to spend all day on the phone with the guy, no matter how cool he seemed. There were preparation to be made and he found himself excited as he went about setting out an outfit for his wife.


Bianca Muldando hated her job, hated it more when she knew her husband was at home dicking around. She hated the lilac polo shirt and the stupid black apron, the baseball cap she had to shove her long naturally curly hair into. The pay sucked and the tips were worse. Granted it was nice to have customers look her in the eye when they ordered, co-workers that weren't conniving and catty, and a boss who didn't treat her like a glorified prostitute, it was the fact that she had to work at all that bothered her.

But she held it down, mostly for Vince. He didn't say it but he never liked the fact that she showed her body for money and was excited when she found this job. Sure it came from a favor bestowed her by an old customer from the club but he respected her and her marriage. Even after she and Vince ran into him at a bar one night and brought him home for a night of fun for old times sake. If anything she had the upper hand now that the owners interest extended to her husband. He wasn't exactly bisexual and Bianca wasn't even sure if he was curious before she convinced him to deep throat Vince's meaty 9 inches. She got a raise after that and first pick at shifts, but never pressed her for future encounters and for that Bianca was thankful enough to invite the middle-aged Brazilian man over to their place on occasion.

She was halfway through her cigarette when her phone buzzed in her back pocket. No one but Vince would be texted her in the middle of the day and she couldn't keep the grin off her face as she read the message.

On the phone with your new boytoy...seems aight...think you can cut out early...wants to meet tonight

Ahhhh that's awesome. You know I can. Think you can steam that little black dress with the high neck and open back.

Already on it love

Your the best babe. See you in a couple hours.

Bianca tucked her phone away with a grin as she stamped out her but and dropped it into the bin by the back door. Once inside, she headed straight for the back office and tapped door frame before she stepped inside.

"Mano my sweet," she said as she settled on the edge of his desk and smiled at the stout balding man.

"Let me guess you want to leave early," he said without looking up from the books and she laughed a little.

"Come on Mano. You don't even need after he lunch rush," she said as she reached to walk her long manicured fingernails up his hairy forearm. "Pretty please...I'll make it up to you. You know I'm good for it."

That got him looking up at him and a small smile came to his lips. "Fine but after lunch."

Bianca gave his bald head a kiss before she headed back out to the front. But not before texting Vince that she'd be home by 3.


Evan my man everythings a go. Meet you at 43rd and Broad at 4:30

With his wife's attire set, Vince set about packing up a few things in an overnight bag just in case things went better than even he planned. Fresh clothes for his wife. His stash box. A few toys in case Bianca wanted to put on a show, his boxers tented the entire time.

Evan Lewis

"That will do. Meet you at said bar at 4:30. I would say, don't be late, but I was married in the recent past. Didn't work out, but I know how women can take longer at times. Don't want to rush her primping too much. I look forward to meeting both your wife and yourself. Your father sounds like my other grandfather, not a very nice guy. See you then, Vince," Evan replied as they hung up and he prepared for the meeting.

Probably best not to mention how Grandpa Harlan was such a prick.....some dark secrets was best kept buried, at least for now.....a history of racism in the family was a prime example.....it was embarrassing to Evan in particular, who in spite of his wealth tended toward a fairly progressive view of the world.

Getting his Jaguar washed properly and himself showered (and shaved, leaving only his trademark goatee), Evan picked out a nice suit and tie for the supper....formal or not, first impressions counted, and he wanted their first of him to reflect that he was no scammer.....he was indeed a man of means and taste. That his tastes probably included them could well be regarded as considerable praise.

Teeth brushed, flossed, mouthwash gargled, hair carefully combed, and a good dab of sensible men's aftershave should do the trick. Like many men of his more open or flexible sexual inclinations, Evan tended to be a little fussy about his appearance....not helped by his sensitivity about his family's past malnutrition and poor hygiene (well, cousins, uncles, etc......one didn't become lawyers or judges wallowing in filth).

Now spruced up, Evan looked at the clock.....just enough time. He lit a joint to calm down slightly, smoked it casually while drinking some iced tea (not all rural traditions had left him), and then took the Jaguar straight to the bar, leaving just early enough not to be delayed by traffic lights or tempted to speed.....he didn't have time for tickets.

Bianca Muldonado

It was nearly three by the time she got home. Bianca took the stairs two at a time, unhindered by the four inch studded riding boots she wore to work. Being able to dance and do pole tricks on 6 inch stilettos, the boots were just as good as sneakers as far as she was concerned. Thankfully Vince heard her coming and opened the door so she could rush right in, already getting undressed as he shut the door behind him.

"Well don't you clean up nice," she said with a grin, eyeing him approvingly in his pressed slacks and crisp plaid button down. He even wore a tie beneath his vest. His beard trimmed and his hair slicked back nicely, showing off the shaved sides, he looked every bit the well-dressed hipster. Down to his rolled up sleeves to show off his tattooed forearms and worn leather boots. "I'd do you," she said with a giggle and he gave her ass a hard slap.

"Damn right you will now get moving. Don't want to keep him waiting," he demanded, even if he blushed a little at her compliments.

"I'm going, I'm going," she said already down to her bra. Bianca only wore panties when she cycled and thankfully that time had already passed this month. "Come help," she said with puppy dog eyes and Vince rolled his as he followed behind, picking up the trail of clothes she left.

"I'm not doing you hair BiBi..."

"Awww come on baby. I can't get it as straight as you."

"Well leave it curly. I like it better that way anyway," he said and now it was her turn to roll her eyes. He always liked it better when he didn't have to to do anything extra. "If this goes the way you want it, you're just gonna sweat it out anyway so cut out the middle man."

"Fine you win...I'll leave it," she shouted from the shower as she made quick work of any stubble on her legs, under arms, and pussy with a few swipes of her electric razor.

"I love it when you let me win," he teased from the doorway of their tiny bathroom but Bianca was too busy washing the sickening smell of coffee out of her hair to reply. Her hands shook she was so excited. Tonight could be the night to end all their struggles.

She loved Vince but he was a shit provider, and that was mostly her fault. He tried the multiple jobs thing but she hated seeing him so tired and run down at the end of his long days so she convinced him to downsize to the highest paid gig. Too bad it was barely enough to make ends meet. If this went well, this high roller could provide her with the lifestyle she wanted to live while allowing her to spend as much time with her man as she wanted.

"So I googled him," he said as she climbed out of the shower, the blow dryer in one hand and his phone in the other with a picture of a decent looking white guy on the screen. He was older but still took care of himself, but she could tell even from the photo that he had kind eyes. "Yeah you think he's hot," Vince said with a chuckle as he tucked the phone into his back pocket and scooted in behind her.

Together they got her ready. While he dried/styled her hair, Bianca did her makeup, keeping it subtle. She didn't want it to look like she was trying to hard, or worse that she was trying to hide something. She kept her foundation light and made her eyes pop with a little gold shadow before she lined her lips and added a clear coat of gloss. It was just enough to enhance her natural beauty without overdoing it. The dress came next and luckily with the way it was cut, she couldn't wear anything underneath. All she had left to do was grab as clutch and a little pink blazer before they headed out the door.

"What in the bag," she asked Vince as she slipped his arm in his and he looked down at her and smiled. "Never mind. I don't even know why I asked."

They walked the six blocks to the bar mostly in silence with Bianca running through every possible scenario for the evening. Never had she been so nervous for a date that she brought her husband on, but this would be different. This could be the start of a new life for them and she didn't want to screw it up before it even started.

When they got to the bar, Vince led her to one of the booth in the back. It was private enough that no one would hear their conversation but still in view of the door. He gave the bartender a nod as they passed and she immediately started mixing up their usual. An old fashioned for him and a long island iced tea for her.

"Fuck I didn't even smoke," she whispered as the waitress brought over their drinks and that set Vince to laughter.

"Don't worry baby. I got you covered and I doubt your date will mind if you toke up a little before dinner."

Evan Lewis

Evan smiled as he entered the bar and was directed to the same booth as the couple. He smiled even more when he saw Bianca and Vince in person. They were both every bit as sexy as they seemed on Instagram, if not sexier....Bianca was such a delightfully Latin woman, he could tell, with the complexion and figure often associated with such, while Vince seemed to be such the Italian stud. The neatly trimmed beard kept him masculine, but groomed, in appearance.

Before sitting, Evan turned to each of them, "Pleasure to meet you two at last, Vince and Bianca. Evan Lewis. You very much looked exactly like your Instagram accounts, and even better come across as being every bit as much fun. I talked to Vince earlier, of course, but it's good to see you at last, Bianca. You're already impressing me with your excellent taste. Long Island? Not a bad choice. I'll have a Jameson, neat, myself. Whiskey's a bit of a family tradition, I'm afraid."

He offered Vince a handshake and leaned to kiss Bianca's hand.

"By the way, I insist on covering the drinks. First taste of being pampered. Get yourselves used to the idea. Hope you don't mind, but I smoked a joint before I came in. Not a daily user, but on occasion, weed can have the right effect. I don't do hard drugs, just booze and pot.....and caffeine, if you want to count that."

"So, tell me a bit about yourselves. I hadn't talked to you before, Bianca, so how about ladies first, eh?"

Vincent Delorenzo~~~Bianca Muldonado

Vince wasn't a jealous man, he knew his place in Bianca's life and was secure in it. He understood his shortcomings, he wasn't the brightest bulb in the pack and he wasn't the most handsome guy she'd even been with, but Bianca had a way of making him feel like the only man in a room.

But even despite his security, he couldn't help the knot that twisted in his stomach as the well-dressed man entered the bar. His jaws clenched as Evan approached and Bianca ran her fingers along the back of his neck.

"This is for both of us...don't forget that," she whispered in his ear, then punctuated her sentiment with a soft kiss to the spot just under his jaw that made his balls draw up into his stomach. "I love you," she said, her lips brushing against his neck just as Evan approached.

Vince rose and took his offered hand with a tight smile, noting the strong grip and slight roughness to his palm. There had been at least a little labor in his past and that was comforting for some reason, even as Evan took Bianca's hand to kiss. He motioned the waitress to bring them another round, including Evan's whiskey before he sat down, trying to relax. It was Bianca's turn to make an impression, so Vince sat back, his arm loose around her shoulder, and simply listened.

And the more the man spoke the better he felt. Evan seemed pretty down to earth at first glance. Vince noticed how he made sure to mention them both, even though his eyes kept drifting back to Bianca. That was to be expected though, given the dress she wore and her uncanny ability to make anyone feel comfortable in her company.


"Oh thank heavens," Bianca said with a giggle at Evan's mention of pot, making her husband laugh.

"See babe I told you not to worry," he said and nodded his head for her to engage with the man. Bianca took the hint with a smile and shift her eyes at the charming middle-aged man before her.

"Well let's see," she said as she worked the straw into her mouth with just her tongue and took a long sip. "We've been married about four years now but we've known each other forever but I'm sure Vince shared that delightfully messy story with you already. I'm a retired dancer...of the exotic variety," she said with a wink and shift her eyes to Vince who nodded for her to continue. "Now I make coffee for a living," she offered with a shrug and lean her head on Vince's shoulder. "Pay sucks but I admit it's nice to wear clothes for a change.

"So I'm sure Vince told you we're a fun-loving couple...very much into trying new things but I don't want you to get the wrong idea about what I'm after. I love my husband, very very much. He's the best thing to ever happen to me. I'm only interested in enhancing that love not replacing it. We're a team, me and Vince, a package deal. If you play nice, there's a spot for you but we don't do trades. That's not how this works," she said with a raised eyebrow and Vince cracked a little smile beside her. "Now he said something about a Jag on our way over, so why don't we finish up. You settle the tab and we can get down to the business of really getting to know each other, shall we?"

Evan Lewis

Evan smiled and laughed a little as Vince reminded Bianca that he had told her that he would be cool with the weed. He chuckled a bit at the reference to wearing clothes. Obviously, it was a matter of context for them. Play and fun were good, but they didn't want anything to threaten their marriage. Well, that was kind of the point for him, Evan thought, as Bianca mentioned how close Vince and she were.

They're just making sure that I don't try to mess up their marriage. Fair enough. Blame cuckold porn and its constant belittling of husbands, making them service a Bull....no, not into that. I want the full ménage a trois. Part of a triad.

"Well, that was kind of the point of the ad, wasn't it? I'm interested in a relationship with both of you, not in place of the one that you have with each other, but in addition to it. I am not doing the bi thing as a power trip, I assure you. It's not about degrading or humiliating anyone. I find men and women more or less equally attractive. I'm what could be called a 3 on the Kinsey scale. Completely bisexual.

"Sure, I have some kinks and fetishes, as do you, I gather. We can discuss those and our hard and soft limits at my place when we get there, but suffice it to say that if you have limits, and most folks do, I will respect them. Both of yours. I have limits of my own, in fact. I just want it clear from the outset that I'm not one of those jaded rich playboys looking to cuckold a man and take his place in the wife's bed. I want to enjoy myself with both of you, and I certainly like that you have a happy, healthy marriage. This won't work unless you do.

"So, here, that should settle up the tab, with a decent tip besides," Evan paid the tab completely, with a 30% tip to boot. Seemed better than just 15%.

"Alright, good thing that I stopped with just the one drink. I don't want a DUI. Ready to ride in Jag?" Evan grinned as they left the bar for the Jaguar.....

"You're not vegans, are you?"

Bianca and Vince

There was some silent communication that passed between them as they listened to Evan's spiel. Bianca could tell that Vince was warming up to the idea of entertaining his curiosity from his body language. That subtly possessive arm dropped to the table as he leaned in ever so slightly, looking the man in the eye as he spoke of his open sexuality and his interest in both of them. To Bianca, Evan was a breath of fresh air from their usual dates which often came in two varieties, ones who sought abuse and ones who sought to destroy. There were seldom anything in the middle so they usually settled for the former, even if neither of them were particularly sadistic.

Sure Vince liked to throw his weight around but was ultimately more interested in pleasure and Bianca, well...Bianca was Bianca. A dangerous mix of dominance and sluttiness with a sprinkling of hedonism on top. And she did so lovingly, nurturing the naughty out of any partner with sweet words and soft kisses. Despite her often hard edge, there was a sweetness about her that drew people in and that was what Vince found most appealing.

"Here limits are few and far between," Vince teased and Bianca pretended to be offended by his jab.

"Hey I like what I like..."

"Yeah everything," he said with a grin and she gave him a playful shove. "Hey I'm not complaining, just letting the man know what he's in for."

"Well if he saw my instagram I'm sure he has an idea," she said with a wink at Evan as the man settled their tab.

Vince slid out of the booth and slung the bag over his shoulder before he offered Bianca his hand to help her to her feet. He could tell by the way she moved that she was already a little bent but that would only add to the fun they would no doubt have tonight. They both laughed a little at Evan's mention of having only one drink and Vince offer him a shrug.

"You can catch up when we get back to your place," he said with a grin as he held the door for first Evan, then Bianca who took his hand to pull him through.

He let out a whistle as they came to Evan's car and he ran a finger along the clean rounded body of the British luxury sedan. But before he could fully voice his appreciation, Evan was asking if they were vegan.

"Yeah, right," the both said in unison but Bianca continued on her own. "You don't get muscles like this on nuts and berries," she said and gave Vince's ass a squeeze but he swatted her hand away playfully as he opened the rear passenger door and helped her inside.

"So if I let you fuck my wife does that mean I get to tool around in this every once in a while," Vince asked quietly once Bianca was closed up in the car. He wasn't sure if she heard but he knew she wouldn't appreciate being offered in a scheme for him to further his love of motor vehicles. "It's only fair right? I mean I am an excellent driver and a certified mechanic, so not only would you get a hot Dominican girlfriend but her hard bodied Italian automotive professional husband. Sounds like a sweet deal to me," he said with a wink as he pulled open the driver's door for Evan. Vince trotted around to the front to hop inside and tapped the dash to signal they should be off.

"I heard all that you know," Bianca said with a smirk as she sat back, completely comfortable in the back seat. "Don't worry Vinny, I know where your loyalties lie," she teased and he rolled his eyes.

Evan Lewis

Evan laughed some more as he heard Vince's exchange of words with Bianca. Clearly, the two of them were very playful and yet very much in love. They knew how to tease, how to play, how to play rough even, and still express their passion for each other. As he was thinking before.....real people with real feelings, thoughts, and motives. He could have almost any jaded, snowblind supermodel or actress or socialite or frat boy at the snap of his fingers, but they would only be going through the motions.....they wouldn't sass, they wouldn't tease, they wouldn't really enjoy and yet fear it....they wouldn't really care.

Vince and Bianca, on the other hand, told him what they really thought, felt, etc. They picked on him and each other. They expressed genuine concerns, even while indicating strong sexual drives and fetishes....the tip of the iceberg only appearing that night. They showed empathy for each other, backbone enough to defy their parents for love, and consideration enough for Bianca to give up stripping to please Vince, while Vince pushed past his worries here at least in part
for her....even with his own motives, Vince was clearly driven to a large extent by the need to provide for Bianca, both sexually and financially....Yes, real people...exactly the right material, at least in his first impressions, for this sort of long-term partnership, assuming that no dealbreakers emerged.

Speaking of which, back to the date....

"Yes, I imagine that it would be hard to get like that on such a diet. As for tooling around in the Jaguar, who knows......I'm not as mechanically inclined as I would like to be, so perhaps you might be on to something, though I can see that you were also teasing Bianca there. So, prime rib, gazpacho, artichoke salad, and some baked potatoes with butter, sour cream, and chives sound appealing? Washed down with the poison of your choice, of course. Dessert is the surprise, though. Can't let out all my secrets......yet."

Bianca Muldonado

"Prime rib...Vince loves prime rib," she said and Vince rolled his eyes at her. Bianca slid over to put her arms around him in the front seat and smiled. "But he hates surprises," she said with a smirk and again her rolled his eyes. "I'm sure Evan doesn't have any clowns lurking around his place babe, so relax," she added with a soft kiss to his cheek and he turned to put his lips on hers.

As usual, when Bianca was toasted, the kiss deepened and ended up with her half in the front with her hand in his lap. With her tongue writhing in his mouth, she gripped his package and a low growl rumbled up from his chest before he grabbed a fistful of her hair to gently pull her away.

"Simmer down love, we don't want any accidents," he said with a grin and Bianca pouted a little as she lay back in the seat. "Prime rib sounds great," he said turning his attention to Evan as he maneuvered through the busy rush hour traffic. "Not much of a salad eater but I'll give it a shot," he added with a chuckled and glanced back at Bianca as she lean back against the door.

She pretended not to notice his eyes on her as she watched the city pass by. Slowly her legs parted, causing her dress to slide up ever so slightly. "So where is this place of yours," he said to Evan with his dark eyes still on Bianca as she slowly ran her fingers up her thigh, her lips curled slightly on the ends as she brought the dress up further. She laughed as Vince cleared his throat and adjusted himself but continued his attempts at small talk with their new acquaintance. "Judging by all those zeroes in you ad, I bet we weren't the only one who gave you a ring. Good thing you didn't give your name or there'd be a line outside your gate of people looking to audition," he said with a chuckle.

Bianca laughed as well, even as she slipped a hand between her thighs to part the delicate lips that guarded her hot pink center. Her clit was already swollen above a sheen of moisture that hinted at her arousal. She'd been turned on as soon as the man sat down across from them in the bar and if it were up to her they would have been back at their little apartment or some cheap motel in a tangle of flesh but it wasn't up to her. She didn't mind being pamper either, catered to, and if this went well, Bianca planned to keep up the trend as long as possible. Sure she'd do her fair but part of her wondered how quickly you could have Evan wrapped around her little finger. He wanted to join a couple and Bianca needed a sugar daddy. They both had goals, it just so happened those goals overlapped.

Evan Lewis

"No, no clowns, I can tell you that much. A goofball guess at times, more than a few silly, drunk-ass parties now and then, but no clowns. Prime rib always seems to be a winner, I've noticed. Few things can beat red meat. As for the artichoke salad, I was leery once, too. It paid to keep an open mind there. As for the dessert, let's just say that it's hot," Evan chuckled as he heard the teasing and joking between the couple.

Their sexual frolicking was also reassuring to Evan, as it reinforced that the two of them were hot and bothered, really getting frisky, but still knew when to slow down a little. As Vince said, they didn't want accidents. It also added to the impression that they weren't doing this to spice up a lukewarm marriage.....just increase the heat on an already passionate one. That made all the difference. It meant that one half wouldn't try to jettison the other, a scenario that Evan would rather avoid.....he wanted a healthy poly relationship.....as Bianca stated, they weren't seeking to trade each other in.....Evan wasn't interested in simply being the new spouse....he wanted to add to them, not be the substitute.

"My place is actually just up the road now. Not far at all. And, yes, I have no doubt of that. That's why I didn't include that kind of info in the ad. I didn't want that kind of mob. I'd much rather get to know a couple first like this, in a more relaxed environment. Ah, this turn now," Evan smiled as he pulled onto a very upscale neighborhood, finally reaching the most remote, dead-end mansion of them all, the most exclusive.

"Ah, here we are. Home sweet home....," Evan entered the key code for the gate and drove through after it opened, leading to a massive Georgian style house straight out of the 18th century in appearance. Corinthian columns and all that jazz.

"The staff have finished the supper and clocked out for the night, as we need some privacy for this. Dinner should be served already, if you brought your appetite. I have the keys to the liquor cabinet on me if you need any spirits. I timed this rather carefully, I believe. Didn't want the food getting cold on us. Dinner for three, nice and cozy. Any requests or questions, my dates?"

Evan was eager to get eating, as he was quite hungry by now....he would just have to work out twice as hard to burn those calories, but he had a hunch that the workout wouldn't be alone this time. Both Vince and Bianca looked like they could really make him sweat.

Vince and Bianca

While his wife "ohh'd and ahh'd from the back seat, Vince did his best not to seem too impressed by the grounds of Evan's expansive estate. For two kids who grew up in a single family row home and lived in a tiny one-bedroom apartment, both Bianca and Vince were taken aback by the grand scale of what lay beyond the gates. Granted she was more experienced with such extravagance given her experience as a "high-class" stripper, even recognized a few of the gates as the wound their way through the community.

"Nice digs you got here Evan," she said from the backseat as they made their way up the driveway that terminated in a circle before a set of stone stairs that led to a grand doorway. Vince was the first to get out and walked around like a good husband to open Bianca's door. "This is nice right baby," she whispered to him as he took her hand.

"It's alright I guess," he said with a shrug but the way his lips curled up into a sly smirk, Bianca knew he was trying to play it cool. He never wanted to give anybody the opportunity to look down on him so he feigned in air of indifference always. Except when it came to his wife of course. He slipped his arm around her waist and lean down to plant a kiss on her neck. "Good enough for you it's good enough for me love...goes for him too," he added with a nod at Evan as he too got out of the car.

Biana's stomach grumbled as they approached the door, loud enough for both men to hear. Vince laughed and gave her back a rub, his eyes drifting down to her. "I skipped lunch so I could get home in time," she said, her cheeks going flush but Vince was quick to wipe it away with a kiss to her forehead.

"Well Evan, the lady needs her belly filled so why don't we get dinner out of the way first then we can get down to really getting to know each other?"

Evan Lewis

Evan smiled as he saw the exchange between Bianca and Vince over the house, laughing as he realized how much the Italian hunk fought not to show how impressed he was, while Bianca was more brazen. He also loved how frisky they got again. Yes, quite the steamy pair we have on our hands, don't we?

"Well, then. Let's get to it. Come with me, will you, Vince, Bianca," Evan led the way to the dining hall.

There it was, in person, in the fleshpots....the platters of silver of prime rib steak, baked potatoes, along with the brass bowls of artichoke salad and gazpacho, a cold tomato soup native to Spain. It was an alien concept to most Americans, a cold soup, but in much of Europe, a very popular notion in haute cuisine. Gazpacho was more of a rustic type of dish, of course, but still a mark of taste and distinction, not to mention means.

And then there was the dessert, on a separate cart.....baked Alaska, no less. A bit of a fire hazard, perhaps, if Evan hadn't timed it so well, and the servants were not that far away.....a hot dessert indeed. Yes, it would more than do.

"Shall we dine?" Evan plated the dishes himself, being the host, and made sure to give generous portions to each of them. They could use the calories this evening.

"I recommend starting with the gazpacho and salad, though be warned that the 'choke' in artichoke is a real peril. Make sure you don't force me to use the Heimlich maneuver," Evan smiled at them as he opened the liquor cabinet for their favorite beverages, opting for some Jack Daniels' this time with Coke to wash down the supper.

"There is Merlot and Shiraz, too, if you prefer wine," he added.

Vince and Bianca

"Merlot for me," Vince chimed and Bianca made a face. She wasn't much of a wine drinker. Vince often teased that it was because her palate wasn't as sophisticated as his, when in reality it boiled down to how the two approached imbibing in general. Bianca drank to get drunk, while Vince actually enjoyed the various flavor profiles of drinks. Whenever they went out to white table clothes restaurants, Vince took great pleasure in shocking the waiters with his knowledge of drink. And calling them out on their prejudice. Sure he looked like some sort of tattooed goon and her a scantily clad maybe hooker, but they knew well how to conduct themselves under judgmental eyes.

And despite what might come, they assumed those roles as they sat down for the meal. Vince pulled out Bianca's chair and she promptly placed the napkin in her lap while she watched Evan set the plates. She wouldn't pretend to like wine, so she requested two fingers of neat whiskey to go with her prime rib, noting Vince's approving nod at his first bite of the salad.

"Not bad," he admitted as he cleaned the plate and moved onto his gazpacho. He didn't want to tell Evan that it was one of his favorites but he couldn't hide his enthusiasm as he scarfed down the chilled tomato soup, all but slurping up the last bits.

Bianca was a little more delicate than him of course, able to actually hold a conversation as she dined. Her eyes never really left Evan's as she inquired about his life and what lead him to placing that ad.

"You've said you're bisexual and that you want to enjoy the best of both worlds, but why join a couple," she asked as she cut her entree into smaller bit sized pieces so that once she got going she didn't have to pause between bites. "I mean you were married once already right? Who's to say that it wasn't actually issues with commitment that ended it? As much as I would like this situation to go well, I need to be certain that you won't up and decide that you're board with us when the commitment is made. I mean good sex is great but that's not enough to keep even a traditional relationship together, so what makes you think going poly will be your answer?"

Vince perked up at that, raising his eyes from his plate to regard Evan at the head of the table. This was part of the reason why he loved Bianca so much. As extroverted and experimental as she was, she was also very calculated and introspective. Weighing all risk before she accepted any reward, the only difference between him and her was Bianca had a very different idea of what risk actually meant. Her self-image was strong enough that the only thing that would stop her from a worthy experience was the risk of permanent bodily harm, and even that was a sliding scale.

"I mean, me and Vince work because we talk to each other. We understand each other. We have common interest outside of the bedroom that make what happens inside of it that much more interesting. I know you said you aren't interested in a set of sex slaves...that you want a relationship...I guess what I'm getting at is what exactly does that mean to you? What happens after tonight in your perfect world?"

Evan Lewis

Evan was pleased to see that Vince could surprise him, though in his experience, he wasn't as surprised as one might think. One didn't make it in his world of high finance and industry without expected the unexpected. That wasn't to say that no one had ever shocked him, but it happened less and less as Evan gained real world experience. Both of them showed a sophistication that would make it easier to fit in than one might think upon first impressions. Sure, people would glance at them funny at first, but they would get over it, and frankly, Evan liked the idea that this couple might be able to bring a new perspective to those friends of his who had never heard it.

Evan also liked how much enthusiasm the couple put into eating, from the prime rib to the gazpacho, as well as their openness to the artichoke salad. It was a good sign that they could embrace novel ideas and experiences. He smiled that Bianca went for the neat whiskey, too. That woman was clearly no lightweight when it came to the sauce. Speaking of which, he didn't notice any rush to dump any steak sauce on the meat, but that was probably because it wasn't overcooked....Evan hated overcooked, "well done," steak. If it was more than medium, it was overdone to him.

He also grinned at the sensible query about the state of his marriage. It was time to clear the air. They deserved to know the facts, and candidly, that Bianca took the time to look before she leapt spoke volumes in a positive sense. This was no time to throw caution to the wind. A serious commitment was a moment to pause and reflect first, to be deliberate.

"Well, about that, it's good that you asked. I married Sandrine in a sort of 'green card' marriage for her, to an extent, several years back. She is French-Canadian, from Quebec. It was, quite frankly, a marriage of convenience, but I had grown somewhat fond of her, and she of me, I think. A companionate sort of love, rather than romance. We had an arrangement from the outset that we could both see other people. It worked well enough for both of us for quite a while, but whereas I understood the deal to be all-inclusive, she evidently didn't approve of me having same-sex encounters. She could deal with the mistresses, but my former chauffeur Bryce was a step beyond what she could tolerate. I gave him a good referral when he wanted to move on, and frankly, I didn't blame him. He had found a great guy who proposed to him and he didn't want to be part of my messy divorce that resulted from the tryst.

"What I seek from this is at least the potential for a more passionate, romantic relationship with both of you, strange as that may seem. Two more people is about as many as I could do justice, of course. A couple works well because you already have a strong love and commitment to which I can add my own passion, loyalty, and affection, as well as lust. It also works because I am more or less evenly bisexual, that is, equally attracted to men and women alike, so it appeals to me to give my love to both the husband and the wife.

"If this works out, then the three of us could have a great romance together, a love that defies the expectations of society and makes us better for it, not to mention gives passion and desire a new meaning for us. Everything becomes better, from the sex to the most mundane and routine activities. It has a meaning filled with love. Is it guaranteed to work out? No, I won't lie to you about that. There are potential pitfalls everywhere, but I am willing to try it, to take a chance for love.

"I also want it to be clear that, even if it doesn't work out, I will see to it that you are better-off from this. You shouldn't feel that you have to choose to be with me in order not to starve. To remove that pressure, if it doesn't work out, I will still do something to make your lives easier, just because I've gotten to know you and don't wish to see you in such desperate straits. From what Vince has told me, you've made sacrifices and risked everything for love. I don't wish to see that story end in misery and suffering, not if I have anything to do with it. One way or the other, your hardest days are behind you.

"My parents were upper middle class, not exactly rich, but hardly poor. My grandparents, however, were working-class, farmers, coal-miners, gardeners, and carpenters. I worked on my grandfather's farm in my youth during the summers. I cut brush, killed copperheads, milked cows, planted crops, fertilized fields, fed pigs, you get the idea. It wasn't enough to make my experiences as difficult as yours, but it was a taste of what people had to do with their lives without means and it gave me a perspective on the middle and lower classes that most of my classmates and friends lacked.

"It convinced me of two things. One, I never wanted to be that poor myself, so I worked my butt off to keep that from ever happening to me. I took risks, saved money, invested, expanded, sold, bought, etc. until I got where I wanted to be, set for life. Two, I wanted to try to help others, not with a handout, but with a leg up here or there, a little extra boost to those I considered deserving of it.

"I hope that this gives you a better idea of what I am like. Any other questions while you're asking them? I'm all ears. I hope that you heard what you needed to know about that, for good or ill," Evan clarified.

Bianca and Vince

"Definitely for the good," Bianca said into her glass with her eyes on Vince who placed his silverware on his empty plate and pushed it away, a small smile on his lips.

He too had liked what he heard from Evan, though he wasn't sure how much romance could develop between them. There was potential for genuine friendship between the two men at the very least and Vince was a firm believer that friendship was the basis for any quality relationship. That's why he and Bianca worked so well. They were buddies, almost immediately. It was their instant bond that eased the blending of their families all those years ago and what kept them close even as Bianca's relationship with both his father and her mother deteriorated. He always felt like their parents sort of resented them for finding solace in each other. When Vince was getting bullied at school, it was Bianca took "care" of it and took the suspension that "care" brought. And when Bianca's father briefly resurfaced it was Vince who helped her get through being abandoned again. That bond allowed them to continue pulling each other along in their adult life. From Bianca's GED to Vince's bid to become the lead mechanic at the cab company, they both took an active role in the other's success.

And Bianca figured why not get a little help in that endeavor. "That all sounds great Evan, really it does but you have to understand something about my husband and I. We aren't ones for handouts, but I'm not above a little quid pro quo so here's what I propose, whether this works out or not, you have to help Vince get his own shop. Consider it an investment. He's great at what he does and he deserves to be doing more than doing oil changes on cabs because nobody wants to give him a shot. Me, I don't mind being a kept woman," she added with a grin and Vince snorted into his glass of wine. "But the truth of the matter is, we both have goals..."

"Like you going back to school," Vince reminded her and Bianca rolled her eyes.

"Online," she clarified with a grin at Evan. "I'm not one for classrooms..."

"She's great with numbers man...been keeping us afloat for years with us making a little more than minimum wage. Got my student loans paid off in two years. Maybe you could share some of your expertise with her since you clearly know you're way around a dollar," Vince said with glance around their very exquisite surroundings. "You seem like good people Evan and I'm willing to share my wife with you..."

"Maybe more," Bianca asked with a sultry look in her eye as she reached across the table to take his hand, stroking his long callused fingers with her thumb. He gave her a little tug and she got up from her seat. Bianca moved behind Evan, her hand running along his arm as she moved to sit in Vince's lap.

"We'll see," he said with a shrug as he slipped his arm around her waist, his hand settling low on her hip. "Even if this doesn't lead to a forever thing, I think we can all agree this is the start of something," he said raising his glass and Bianca followed suit.

"To new friends," she said with a grin as she clinked her glass against his.

Evan Lewis

Evan mused a bit about Bianca's proposal about helping Vince and herself. It sounded like a great plan, something that would give him something productive to do instead of being simply a handout, and would enable him to take pride in what he did with the gift. Same with the ideas for Bianca. It would work out for the better, even if they didn't last, though he hoped that they did. Even if it ended, he would have two lifelong friends, he believed. Sincere friends, too, not just taking him for the money.

"You're both good, hard-working, honest people, from what I can see, who just want to kick back and have some fun, too. That's very American, isn't it? So, here it goes. We all know that this could or could not last between us, but we should at least give it a shot. If it doesn't work out, we'll be good friends, I trust. Maybe even with benefits. Maybe not. That's a problem for a day that may or may not come.

"So, here we go. A 'loan', which I put in quotes because it's really a gift, but for the sake of any interested authorities who might think that this is money-laundering or something, but anyway, an interest-free 'loan,' in the amount of 300 grand starter capital for Vince and his own auto shop. That should get him off the ground, I think, even in this city.

"As for you, Bianca, a private student grant that would make even Senator Pell look stingy. Another cool 300 k, with any leftover amounts to simply go into your private bank account or 401 k or Roth IRA. Call it a 'loan' again, but we'll all know that it's just a gift. In this case, to avoid charges of prostitution.

"Last, but not least, a joint-savings account in your names in the amount of 400 k, to, yes, make you millionaires in your own right. Yes, I can part with a cool million. Sandrine got 20 million in a lump sum to get her to leave me alone about alimony for life, just so I could be done with her and the permanent drain on my finances. I can handle a simple million pretty well. Call it an investment in any kids that you guys might or might not have, so they end up better off than you started out.

"If you want, I can also look over your ledgers now and then to see if anything needs sorted out or reorganized, if that was what you meant. The way I see it, if you can alone do so well with a limited income, we together can work as a team to keep you guys on easy street for life. With your improved finances, of course, will come improved credit scores and credit cards. I'll advise you on the best ones for that, too, and the best balance of payments to limit your interest rates.

"That's not even counting the gifts of jewelry, toys, etc. that will come your way over however long we're together. This is just the stuff that you'll get even if we don't last. The other stuff comes with being my willing partners. Think of it. A million dollars, even if we just end up as friends instead of lovers. Like I said, I don't want you thinking that you have to be my lovers or you'll be back in your old hardscrabble lives. I'm not your parents. Frankly, I'm sickened by how they disowned you. I would never have done to my kids, but that's me," Evan concluded.

He got a chill from the way that Bianca touched him, and his cock was definitely stiff again. Yes, a promising start.

"Yes, an excellent start. To friendship, love, or whatever may come our way together," Evan winked at her and then at Vince, hoping that they didn't freak out from that.

"Yes, to new friends," he joined the toast with his own drink.

"Ready for dessert?" he smiled and pointed to the Baked Alaska.