The implications were more complex for Assa. He wondered if enjoying being fucked by different men meant he still didn’t love himself enough. Thankfully, his therapist assured him that everyone experienced sex and attraction differently. If he didn’t feel ashamed by what they did, and as long as he and Wes communicated openly, then having guest stars in their bed wasn’t a cause for concern. Nor would it be a sign of dysfunction if they eventually opened their relationship to a permanent new partner.
This routine worked for years. But after Lux exposed their secret to the university in Warburton, followed quickly by the demands of parenting a newborn, their polyamorous encounters fell by the wayside.
Once they began setting up dates again, after Ryde’s second birthday, they were vigilant about discretion.
Wes and Assa were also in lockstep that their son would not meet any of their bedpartners unless they were serious about someone. But although they remained open to finding a permanent third, after over a decade without that happening, Wes rarely considered the possibility anymore.
Assa leaned back in his chair. “I can tell by that little wrinkle over your nose that something’s on your mind. Something non-cake related, I mean.”
“It’s nothing bad.”
“Okay.” Assa quirked an eyebrow. “And?”
Wes linked his hands together on the table and scraped his teeth along his upper lip. “It’s just… We haven’t played with anyone since we left Warburton.”
Assa’s eyes widened. He glanced from side to side. No one could hear them over the din of the busy bakery, but his cheeks still flushed. “Alright.” He nodded at Wes to go on.
Lowering his voice, Wes continued, “I know we agreed to wait until we were settled and sure Ryde was thriving, but we’re there now, right? To be honest, you’ve seemed sort of blue lately, and at first, I thought it was just the stress of the move, but now I wonder if there’s more to it.” He paused, noticing Assa’s softening expression. “A few minutes ago, you had a moment of needing reassurance, which I’m always happy to give you… Except maybe you should hear it from someone who isn’t me. It’s been a while, and perhaps what you really need is another man to show you how worthy of being adored you are.”
“Wes,” Assa hushed out. His gaze darted around the room.
Wes dropped his voice to a rough whisper. “Are you sad because you’ve been missing it? Would it make you feel good if we found some beautiful, long-limbed omega or domineering alpha for the night? I wouldn’t mind watching a big alpha kiss you from head to toe and toss you around a bit.”
Assa’s Adam’s apple bobbed, and his tongue peeked out to lick his lips.
Beneath the table, his shoe rubbed against Wes’s.
“Oh, you like that?” Wes continued. “You want me to paint a picture? Want me to create a vision of an alpha’s enormous hands all over you? And mine too? We can share you. Lick your cock and your ass and take turns making you scream all night.”
Assa’s eyes flashed.
In light of their surroundings, Wes kept his words short, but that didn’t stop his mind from conjuring detailed pictures of Assa being worshipped by another man. The thoughts made his blood heat. His cock turned to granite.
“What about Ryde?” Assa asked, close to a whimper.
“We can schedule something during the workday. Some afternoon delight.”
“Order up. One cherry tart and one cinnamon streusel for our new cake-curious customers.” Lolo appeared next to their table. Wes was certain the server hadn’t heard their conversation, but Assa still looked like he’d been caught with his hand in the register. Beneath the table, he hurriedly pulled his foot back.
Lolo didn’t notice, setting two mugs down on the table along with the treats. “Enjoy.”
Wes snickered. “Why did I think it was a good idea to have this conversation in a public place?” At least the abrupt appearance of the server had made his cock deflate.
Assa’s face paled from bright red to an adorable pink. “I’m just glad you did,” he said. “I’ve been hesitant to bring it up because it’s been so great since we moved. We have a beautiful family, great jobs, and are making friends and putting down roots here. It kind of bums me out to admit something might be missing.”
Wes reached for Assa’s hand. “We came to Bellwether for a great job opportunity, not because our sex life was wrong or needed a do-over. Playing with others is something we bothenjoyed in the past, so if you’re interested, I’d like to reignite that. If you’re not, then fine, it’s done. Full stop. But if you’re holding back out of some sort of misplaced sense of guilt, let’s put the lid on that immediately. You deserve all the good things, sweetheart.”
Assa grinned tentatively. “Truly?”
“Truly.”
“Then I’m open to it, assuming we find someone who interests us. Truthfully, I haven’t felt the same urgency as before. That’s probably one reason I haven’t brought it up.” He bit into his tart. “But you’re right that I wouldn’t mind being fucked into the mattress for a night or two while my hot husband watches.”
Wes waggled his eyebrows. “While your hot husband participates.”
They each took another bite and then exchanged plates to share the treats. The pastries were exceptional, the tart flaky and delicious, the streusel sweet with the perfect amount of cinnamon.
After a few more bites, Assa asked, “Were you thinking we should try the apps again?”