The Wedding Gift
An erotic story about deceit.
Written by Sai
Tickets, check. Passports, check. Taxi, check. Airport transfer, check. Champagne on arrival, check. Spa booking, check. Dinner reservation, check.
Daniel loved a plan. He loved precision, organisation and, above all, being in charge, particularly when it came to pampering Luca. Their sixth wedding anniversary deserved something special. And given that previous anniversaries had invariably ended in marathon sessions of fucking, Daniel knew he needed to up his game.
For his anniversary gift, Luca had agreed to spend the entire month of October caged, celebrating Locktober, with a ceremonial uncaging on their anniversary.
The ritual had begun on the first of October. Luca, deliciously animalistic in appearance, was broad-shouldered, olive-skinned and covered in dark, unruly curls. Daniel had taken particular pleasure in preparing him for his cage, carefully shaving Luca's thick, veiny, seven-and-a-half-inch cock and its accompanying heavy balls. He knew every inch of Luca's body, every sensitive spot, every trick that could make him hard, even after six years together.
Daniel himself was a different proposition: tall, lean and blessed with a swimmer's physique. His smooth, sculpted body, broad shoulders and tapered waist gave him the proportions of a Michelangelo sculpture.
Together, they were a study in contrasts. Both had started their relationship with established sexual preferences, Daniel more dominant and Luca more submissive, but years of experimentation had made them entirely versatile. Their voracious appetite for each other had never diminished, and neither had ever felt the need to open their marriage.
Until now.
Locktober had proved more challenging than either anticipated. Daniel was increasingly frustrated by being unable to take Luca's thick cock inside him. No toy could replicate the feeling of Luca's body shuddering against his just before orgasm.
Luca, meanwhile, was struggling with the loss of his familiar rituals. His morning wank, his post-shower indulgence, the naked greetings after work: all had disappeared. He needed a distraction. His thoughts increasingly turned to an old fantasy: a threesome.
He knew Daniel would be receptive. They had discussed role-play as their anniversary theme, but adding another man was a different proposition altogether.
One particularly frustrating evening, Luca finally confessed his desire to be fucked and to fuck another man. Daniel agreed almost immediately, assuring him that such a good caged boy deserved every possible celebration of pleasure.
What Luca didn't know was that Daniel already had someone in mind.
They arrived in Mykonos to a luxurious villa overlooking the impossibly blue Aegean Sea. The afternoons were warm enough to wander around naked, while the evenings brought just enough of a breeze to justify lighting the fireplace and opening another bottle of wine.
Daniel had thought of everything. Even the burly Greek masseur had clearly been instructed to lavish attention on Luca's body, preparing him for the night's festivities while carefully avoiding his caged cock. By the end of the massage, Luca's entire body was tingling with anticipation.
The fireplace was roaring. Furniture had been pushed aside, leaving fur blankets and cushions scattered across the floor. The air carried the musky scent of sandalwood, warm skin and wine.
The stage was set.
Oiled and glistening, Luca lay sprawled across the blankets when he heard Daniel approaching. There was another set of footsteps.
He looked up.
Walking in beside Daniel, completely naked, was Adam.
Daniel's on-again, off-again ex-boyfriend.
During their early dating days, Luca and Daniel had openly discussed their former lovers. Both had agreed that Adam ranked among the sexiest men they would happily fuck again. He had remained a close friend of Daniel's and had gradually become part of their social circle.
Adam had always been dangerously seductive: the one man who was supposedly off-limits but whom everyone secretly wanted in bounds.
His strong jaw was framed by dark stubble, his eyes mischievous and his lips full. His broad, formidable shoulders gave way to massive pecs, one nipple pierced. Dark hair covered his powerful torso, disappearing towards his thick, uncut cock, which was adorned with a Prince Albert piercing.
Luca's jaw dropped.
He had imagined something wild. This was considerably wilder.
And he wanted every inch of Adam.
No introductions were necessary. The three men fell into an effortless rhythm of touch and exploration. Adam took his time with Luca, allowing his hands to travel over his oiled body while deliberately avoiding the cage. Daniel kissed Luca with the familiarity of six years of intimacy, their tongues meeting in a dance neither needed to think about.
Adam's attention soon turned to Luca's most frustrated desires, teasing him through the cage while Luca surrendered to the unfamiliar sensation of having two men attend to him. When Adam finally unlocked him, Luca's cock sprang to life, as though it had been waiting all month for this very moment.
What followed was an intoxicating blur of bodies, kisses and competing hands. The distinction between familiar and forbidden began to disappear. Adam seemed to understand Luca's body with surprising ease, while Daniel moved around him with the confidence of someone who knew exactly what he was doing.
Minutes became hours.
Eventually, Luca found himself behind Adam, their bodies moving together, when he looked across the room and caught sight of Daniel. Daniel was on his knees, pleasuring Adam with a familiarity that seemed almost impossible to explain.
Then Adam spoke.
"Careful, Daniel. You know Wednesdays at noon are ours. Three years of practice, after all."
For a moment, Luca stopped breathing.
He looked at Adam. Then at Daniel.
Daniel didn't look surprised. He didn't even look embarrassed.
"Three years?" Luca whispered.
Daniel finally met his eyes.
And suddenly, everything made sense: the Wednesday meetings, the unexplained appointments, the effortless suggestion of a threesome, the elaborate anniversary arrangements.
The holiday. The massage. The uncaging.
None of it had been a surprise.
Six years of marriage. Three years of lies. And the man who had planned every detail had forgotten just one: Luca was never supposed to find out.
This story was written as part of a Naked Men Talking Writing Workshop, in response to the prompt "Deceit". Copyright remains with the author - this story cannot be republished or distributed without the consent of the author.
Gareth Johnson
Gareth Johnson