Exploring for Her by xchpt

My name is Ethan, and I never imagined I’d be here—nervous, heart racing, standing in my girlfriend’s living room, about to sleep with a guy for her. But for Sarah, I’d do anything. Even this.

It all started three months ago. Sarah and I were curled up on her couch, wine glasses in hand, when she dropped the bombshell. “Have you ever thought about being with a guy?” she asked, her eyes glinting with curiosity. I laughed it off, thinking it was a hypothetical. I’m straight, always have been. But she kept bringing it up, gently, over weeks. Eventually, she confessed her fantasy: she wanted to see me with her friend Marcus, a charismatic artist she’d known since college. Marcus, she said, had always found me attractive, and the idea of watching us together turned her on.

Marcus was tall, lean, with a warm smile and an easy laugh. We’d hung out before—gallery openings, game nights—and I liked him. He was confident, not overly flamboyant, but definitely had a vibe that drew people in. I wasn’t attracted to him, not like that, but Sarah’s excitement was infectious. She painted a picture of an intimate, controlled experience, just the three of us, no pressure. “It’s for me,” she said, kissing my neck. “But I think you’ll enjoy it more than you expect.”

I resisted at first. The idea felt foreign, uncomfortable. But Sarah’s persistence, her reassurances, and honestly, my desire to make her happy wore me down. We set boundaries: no kissing, no reciprocation on my part, and I could stop anytime. Marcus agreed, his only request being that we all get tested for peace of mind. Sarah planned everything, choosing her birthday as the date, calling it her “ultimate gift.”

So here I was, 8 p.m. on a Saturday, at Sarah’s loft. Marcus was already there, lounging on the sectional in a fitted black tee and jeans, his bare feet tucked under him. Sarah, radiant in a silk camisole, handed me a glass of whiskey. “To loosen you up,” she winked. The air was thick with anticipation, candles flickering, jazz playing softly.

Sarah pulled me close, her lips brushing mine. “You’re doing this for me, but let yourself feel it, okay?” she whispered. I nodded, my throat tight. Marcus watched us, his gaze calm but intense. Sarah led me to the couch, sitting me between them. She ran her hand up my thigh, her touch familiar, grounding. Then, surprising me, she leaned over and kissed Marcus lightly, a signal that this was starting.

Marcus turned to me, his voice low. “You good, Ethan?” I nodded, not trusting my voice. He moved closer, his hand resting on my knee. It was strange, feeling another man’s touch, but Sarah’s presence beside me, her hand on my back, kept me anchored. She unzipped my jeans, her fingers teasing me through my boxers, and I was hard almost instantly. Marcus’s hand joined hers, tentative, and I tensed. “It’s okay,” Sarah murmured, kissing my ear. “Just relax.”

I closed my eyes, focusing on Sarah’s voice, her touch. Marcus’s hand was firmer now, stroking me slowly. It wasn’t bad—different, but not bad. Sarah guided my hand to Marcus’s chest, encouraging me to feel his warmth, his heartbeat. “He’s here for you too,” she said. I opened my eyes, meeting Marcus’s. He smiled, no judgment, just patience.

Sarah suggested we move to the bedroom. My legs felt unsteady as I followed them. The bed was covered in fresh linens, a bottle of lube on the nightstand. Marcus stripped off his shirt, revealing a toned torso, and Sarah helped me out of mine. She knelt between us, undoing Marcus’s jeans, then mine. I avoided looking at him directly, focusing on Sarah’s face, her eager expression.

She took me in her mouth first, warm and familiar, and I groaned. Then, gently, she guided Marcus closer. He didn’t touch me there, respecting my boundaries, but he leaned in, his breath hot against my thigh as Sarah worked. The closeness, the shared space, was overwhelming but oddly thrilling. Sarah pulled back, looking up at me. “I want to see you with him now,” she said, her voice husky.

Marcus lay back on the bed, jeans off, his body open and inviting. Sarah handed me the lube, her eyes locked on mine. “For me,” she said. I slicked myself up, my hands shaking. Marcus raised his hips, guiding me with a quiet, “Take your time.” Sarah sat beside us, her hand on my back, whispering encouragement.

I positioned myself, hesitating. This was it. I wasn’t sure what I felt—nervous, curious, turned on by Sarah’s gaze. I pushed forward, slow, and Marcus exhaled sharply. The sensation was tight, warm, different from anything I’d known. I moved carefully, watching his face for discomfort, but he nodded, urging me on. Sarah’s hand slid down my spine, her voice in my ear. “You’re so sexy right now.”

I found a rhythm, slow at first, then steadier. Marcus’s moans were soft, genuine, and Sarah’s breathing quickened beside me. She touched herself, her eyes darting between us. The room felt alive, electric. I wasn’t thinking about labels or expectations—just the moment, the connection, the pleasure we were sharing.

It didn’t last long. The intensity, the newness, pushed me over the edge faster than I expected. I groaned, finishing inside him, and Marcus tensed, his own release following moments later, untouched. Sarah gasped, her fingers frantic, and came with us, her body trembling.

We collapsed, breathing heavily. Sarah curled against me, kissing my shoulder. “That was perfect,” she whispered. Marcus sat up, smiling softly. “You did good, Ethan.” I laughed, the tension breaking. It was surreal, but I felt… okay. More than okay. I’d done this for Sarah, but I’d found something in myself too—a willingness to explore, to trust.

Later, as Marcus left, he hugged me, no awkwardness. “Thanks for being open,” he said. Sarah and I lay in bed after, her head on my chest. “Would you do it again?” she asked. I thought about it, the fear, the thrill, the intimacy. “Maybe,” I said, surprising myself. She smiled, and I knew we’d crossed a threshold, together.