I like coming to the gym early because there aren’t many people around. This gives John and I some time to talk privately while being productive at the same time.
We try to talk in his office, but that usually leads to doing other things. If we’re at the gym, we probably won’t do anything but talk. I say probably because there have been a couple of times when we’ve gotten carried away in the locker rooms, but that’s not a regular occurrence for us. We don’t want to risk getting caught.
Coming to the gym keeps us in shape, too. We don’t move around much while teaching, and I spend too much time sitting in the library doing research. You just don’t get muscles and a toned body as a teacher without coming to the gym.
John spots me as I bench press some weights.
“I can’t believe Mari agreed,” I say between reps. “She seemed kind of freaked out. I thought she would run away screaming.”
“I saw the curiosity in her eyes. At the very least, she wants to know what we’re all about.”
He has a point. Still, Mari seems very reserved and shy. She doesn’t talk to anyone but her friend in class. She comes in, pays attention, takes notes, and then leaves most days. Mari isn’t a social butterfly, and I don’t get an adventurous vibe from her. I was shocked she let us go down on her in John’s office. I’m even more shocked that she agreed to our triad.
I’m glad she did though. There’s something about Mari that makes me want to see more of her, and John feels the same way. I could see us really falling for this girl.
I put the weights back on the stand and sit up. We’ve both been busy, so John and I haven’t made it to the gym in a couple weeks. As a result, my arms are already sore.
John takes my place and adjusts the weights. I didn’t start working out until we met at the PhD welcome luncheon, so he’s far ahead of me in bench pressing. I don’t think I’ll ever bench as much as he does, but I’m already lifting twice as much as I was when we started. My progress is obvious in the size of my arms.
“Do you think she’ll stick around?” I ask John as he works through his reps.
“I don’t know. I hope she does, but it’s a lot to drop on a person who isn’t experienced. She might try it and leave, or she might enjoy it. We won’t know until we get there.”
I’m envious of John’s “come what may” mentality. I tend to worry about everything, wishing I could know the end result before I start. It’s not that I think it’ll be a waste of time if Mari leaves us after one or two dates; I just want to know how attached I should get to her. If she’s going to leave, I don’t want to fall in love.
“Were you this worried when we first met?”
I laugh. “Yes, I was.”
Of course, I’d been nervous at the welcome reception before meeting John. Going for my PhD had been the next logical step in my schooling – I wanted to teach at the college level, so I needed a doctorate – but that didn’t mean I wasn’t nervous. For that matter, I’m still nervous, but John helps with my nerves.
He was the first person I met at the reception. When I was too nervous to talk to anyone, John came up to me. There had been immediate sparks between us. John asked me out that night, and we’ve been together ever since.
Over the last couple of months, though, we’ve both felt like we’re missing something in this relationship. Being together is great, but like we told Mari, we want more. A woman will round out this relationship and give us exactly what we’ve been searching for.
“You’re adorable,” John whispers. “But don’t worry so much. Our search is over. We’ve found our woman.”
“For now.”
“Have some hope, Mark. I think Mari will stay for a while.”
“I hope you’re right. Is that enough?”
He smiles. “I’ll take that for now.”
“I already feel different. Do you?”
“I do. It’s like…the energy has changed. Even after just the one day in my office.”
It’s hard to explain how John and I knew we needed a woman’s touch in our relationship. There was simply a missing energy between us. Women bring a gentleness to a relationship, especially in the bedroom.
We’ve missed a woman’s body, too. We’ve both dated women in the past – John was even married to one until he realized he was bisexual. I had just broken up with my most recent girlfriend about a month before I met John. In that relationship, I’d felt like I wasn’t getting everything I needed. John filled that empty space but left another one open.
Mari will complete us. She’s exactly what we’ve been searching for.
John and I have been discussing ways to find a third for a while now. While this lifestyle is fairly common, finding just the right third is often the difficult part. Triads are still taboo, so you have to casually identify women who might be willing to play with two guys at once. We got lucky with Mari when she stumbled upon us, literally, and agreed to give it a try.
Our search had not been very fruitful for the last few months, obviously. I was beginning to think we’d never find our third. Nothing we tried had worked.
John puts the weights back on the stand and gets up off the bench. We move to the next exercise machine, and I set it to my specifications. This particular machine works out the back. I don’t need a spotter for it, but John and I like to work out together, even though that means one of us is watching all of the time.
I’m not going to lie – I definitely enjoy the watching part. John is ripped. Him working out is one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen.
“You know who messaged me yesterday?” John asks.
“Who?”
“That seventy-year-old from the site we joined.”
I laugh so hard that I lose my grip and have to start my rep again. I’m lucky I didn’t dislocate my shoulder.
“Don’t make me laugh when we’re working out!”
“Sorry, babe. I’ll try not to be funny.”
“Just be funny when I’m not working out.”
He chuckles. “I’ll do my best. Can you believe it, though? She’s relentless!”
“I can believe it! I told you to block her number, but you didn’t listen to me.”
“I feel bad for her.”
“She’s seventy! I don’t think she should be having sex at that age. Certainly not with two men.”
“She wants to relive her glory days.”
“Then maybe she should reach out to an old couple!”
“You’re right. But I’m still not blocking her.”
I laugh. “I know. Don’t respond, though.”
“I already have. I told her we found our third and weren’t looking anymore.”
“What did she say to that?”
“To keep her in mind when the other girl doesn’t work out.”
“Sounds about right,” I chuckle. “She was relentless.”
A month ago, John and I had realized we needed some help with finding our third. We had tried the local scene with no luck. In fact, going to bars had more often than not ended with drinks being thrown in our faces.
Then I did some research and found a website called FindYourUnicorn.com. It’s a site for swingers, but it’s also a site for couples who want to find a third. I’d never heard the term “unicorn” before, at least not in that context. It’s the word for a single, hot woman who is willing to be a third for a couple.
We thought the site would be our saving grace. It was exactly what we were looking for.
As with most online dating sites, though, we found it wasn’t actually what we were looking for.
Gertrude was our first response. She hadn’t seemed so bad until we found out she was seventy. I’m sure Gertrude is a great person, but I don’t think a seventy-year-old can handle what John and I have in mind for our third. We told her as much, but she hasn’t been able to let us go. She messaged John every day for two weeks. I’d thought we were in the clear when a full week went by without any messages, but I was wrong. Apparently, Gertrude doesn’t give up that easily.
Unfortunately, I wouldn’t say Gertrude was our worst match on the site. That honor definitely goes to every one of the guys who responded asking if we were interested in them. Our profile very clearly said we wanted a woman. We already have two guys; we don’t need another.
I don’t understand why they wanted to waste our time. It was frustrating to get excited about a notification only to find a man’s profile.
Then there were the women who were clearly not unicorn material. There are questions we ask to figure out if a woman will work. Most wanted to give a threesome a try but wanted a one-on-one relationship most of the time. Again, that’s not what we wanted. Our profile was clear about that, too. John and I don’t want to break up and only get together for the occasional threesome. We want a woman who wants both of us.
We deactivated our profile after a couple of weeks of failed attempts. Gertrude can still message us, though, because John gave her his personal number before we found out her age.
We asked everyone their age right off the bat after that.
The failed experiences in real life and with what had seemed like the perfect app made me feel hopeless. I was sure we’d never find our third. John had told me not to give up, but it’s hard to keep faith when everything you try fails.
Then we met Mari. I may be skeptical and nervous, but things seem to be looking up for us. John and I may have found what we were looking for in the strangest place.
I’d never thought to check on campus for a third because it’s dangerous. If the school finds out about the relationship, John and I could get into trouble. We have to trust that Mari won’t say anything to anyone. And surprisingly, I have no problem trusting her. She seems genuinely concerned about our standing with the university.
That’s something I think about all of the time. John and I get carried away in his office, and sometimes we forget to lock the door. If another administer were to walk in, we would be in big trouble. I’d lose my TA position, and John could lose his job.
The punishment would be even worse if we were discovered with Mari, though. The university has a clear position against teacher/student relationships. This includes TA’s. If I weren’t Mari’s TA, then it would be okay for us to be together. After this semester, I probably won’t be her TA anymore, so then we can get away with it. If anyone gets suspicious, we can say that the two of us are in a relationship and John has nothing to do with it.
This semester, though, we have to be very careful.
“Where’s your head at right now?” John interrupts my thoughts.
I look up, startled. I’m resting between reps, and my face must look like I’m in another world. I’ve noticed Mari does the same thing. We all have that in common. I think it’s a side effect of being creative. We’re all English majors, after all.
“Just thinking.”
“You do that a lot. It’s one of the many things I like about you.”
I chuckle. “I know.”
“We won’t get caught, Mark. We’ve been very careful so far, and we’ll continue to be careful with Mari. But it’s cute that you’re worried.”
“You’re the one with the most to lose. If you say it’ll be fine, then it’ll be fine.”
“Good boy. Now finish your last set so I can take a turn.”
I do as I’m told, and then I watch as John does the same workout. I have to keep wiping my face to keep the drool from showing. That’s how hot it is to watch John.
Leg day is even hotter. John is an arm guy, but I’m a leg guy. He likes to wear shorts when he does his leg workout just to drive me crazy. Of course, I wear short sleeves or a tank top on arm day to do the same to him. It’s just how our relationship works.
After working our shoulders, we have a couple more exercises to do. We finish our workout with a twenty-minute cardio session. Every workout, we switch it up. Today, we’re doing the bikes. We take it relatively easy but then sprint every half-mile to get the most out of the workout. As we ride the stationary bikes, we chat about work and life. It’s nice to just relax and talk sometimes. If we can chat and get a good workout in at the same time, I’m a happy camper.
When our twenty minutes are up, we cool down and clean up the machines. The locker room is empty when we walk in. It’s only six in the morning. People will start arriving over the next hour to work out before they go to their jobs in the city.
I like having the locker room to ourselves.
John looks around quickly, verifying that we’re the only ones in here, before coming up behind me and wrapping his arms around my neck.
“Hi,” I murmur seductively.
His stubble scratches my cheek. “Hi, handsome.”
John kisses my cheek just below my ear. He knows it drives me crazy when he does that!
I eye the door. Even if we’re alone right now, it’s dangerous. If we get caught by anyone who knows us from the university…
John pushes that thought from my head by kissing me. Fuck it. This isn’t the first time we’ve made out in the locker room, and it won’t be the last.
“We worked up quite a sweat out there,” John whispers. “I think we could use a shower.”
“Shit,” I mumble. “Are you sure about this?”
“Never been surer. Come on, babe. I know you like the risk.”
Taking my hand, John pulls me toward the showers at the back of the locker room. He picks the one all the way in the corner. If someone comes in, we’ll hear them and hopefully be able to detach ourselves from each other before they see us.
As soon as we’re in the shower stall, John closes the curtain and pushes me up against the cool tile wall. He kisses me hard, his hands roaming over my arms. I knew wearing this cutoff shirt was a good idea. John can’t resist the sight of my arms.
“Babe, I need you,” he moans. “I need to be inside you.”
“Then you know what to do.”
John grins as he spins me around to face the wall. He turns on the water to hide our moans, just in case. We need to at least make it seem like someone is in here actually taking a shower.
Water pours over us as John kisses my neck, nibbling lightly at the skin. He’s always careful not to leave any visible marks. Of course, a hickey could come from anyone, but it’s better to be safe than sorry.
My workout shorts slide to the floor. Good thing we have extra clothes in our bags. Walking out in soaked clothes would be a dead giveaway.
John squeezes my ass. I arch my back to push my cheeks into his palms. He continues to kiss my neck, my lips, and my shoulders as he kneads my ass.
“Fuck, baby,” I say. “Please, give it to me.”
“Tell me what you want, Mark.”
“I want you to fuck me,” I whisper.
He chuckles against my neck. “Then I will, babe.”
His pants join mine on the ground. His hard cock pushes against my crack. Slowly, he enters my waiting hole.
“Oh, fuck yes!” I cry out as his cock fills me to the brim. John manages to get balls deep before he pulls out, only to slam back into me again. My dick is pressed against the cold wall, just as hard as his. I take it in my hand and jerk off to John’s rhythm.
His hand stops mine. “That’s my job, babe. You know better.”
“I don’t know if I can last…”
“You don’t need to last long. I’m getting close…that damn shirt…”
John continues his thrusts, slamming me against the wall with each one. We kiss and moan in unison until he quickly announces his climax.
“That’s it, baby,” I say. “Cum in me. I want to feel your seed in my ass.”
“Fuck, Mark. I’m cumming!”
John buries himself in me as his cum seeps into my hole. We’re both panting with each spurt of cum. I nearly collapse, but John holds me up. When his balls are empty, he pulls his softened cock from inside me.
I turn around to face him. “That was amazing.”
“I agree. But you know what will be even better?”
“When Mari joins us?”
John grins. “That’s exactly what I was thinking. Imagine you fucking her tight pussy while I take your ass…”
My cock twitches. “You’re going to make me cum if you keep talking like that.”
“I’m going to make you cum, but not with words.”
John kneels in front of me and takes my hard cock between his lips. My fingers scratch at his head, begging him to take me deeper. No one gives head better than John. He can take me all the way down his throat.
“Fuck…yeah, baby. That’s it. Swallow my cock.”
His eyes meet mine as he bobs up and down on my thick member. Seeing the passion there is enough to send me over the edge. I slam his head down and empty my seed down his throat.
John swallows every drop. Then he gets up off the shower floor and kisses me. I can taste my salty sweetness on his lips.
“That was incredible,” I moan as we kiss. “I can’t wait until we get to do this with Mari. She’ll make it even better.”
“I agree. Soon, my darling. We’ll have our third soon.”
His words settle between us as we actually utilize the shower for what it’s for. We start to get carried away again until someone enters the locker room, cutting our love fest short. I’m okay with that, though. We both got our much-needed release. And like John said, soon we’ll get to have a woman again. That thought alone is enough to tide me over for now.