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The Boston "Tie" Party
Cuddling with Miles in bed after their delightful bout of switching roles, it was impossible for Darren not to think of the future. "Oh! Mal's contact in Boston, Idelle, sent me an invite for an event a couple of weeks from now. It's a Friday evening when the kids aren't here. I can arrange to have the weekend off, and we can drive up when you get off work."
"Yeah?" Miles's eyes lit up at the suggestion, making Darren very glad that they'd negotiated that for him as part of his employment. "I like the sound of that. At a club, or...?"
"Private. It's a very, very nice mansion. I figure we can take the portable suspension rig with us, so I can tie you in all sorts of beautiful positions."
Miles gave a low, pleased moan, twisting to kiss him deeper. "You're the best husband ever."
"Only the second best," Darren breathed against his mouth.
"Who's better than you? I'll kick his ass."
Darren laughed, cuddling close as he reveled in the sweetness of his lips. Then he drew back, looking at him with a smile. "You're getting really good at this, you know."
Miles raised an eyebrow. "Pretending I can dominate you when you're being a brat?"
Darren chuckled again, shaking his head. "Taking the lead. Being dominant. Letting me be a brat and putting me in myplace with your huge cock." He caressed Miles's jaw. "It's really hot. How does it feel?"
Miles glanced down with a smile. "It is really hot. I like what it does to you. It's not the same as what you do, though."
"It's not, but that's a good thing. I like our vibes like this," Darren agreed. "It'll be different when we have subs together."
Miles nodded, quietly thoughtful. "After Boston... I want to try again with Mal. Whenever works for her. I don't want her thinking she's... I don't know, put me off of it. We can, can't we?"
With a rush of pride, Darren nodded. "Definitely. I know she'll really appreciate that." He couldn't help but steal a kiss. "I'm really proud of you, love."
"Still kind of terrified," Miles admitted, even as he relaxed into him. "But I trust you. I know we can do it together."
"Then I'm even more proud. Fear is only natural. Being brave enough to try anyway, and wise enough to trust your safeguards is what matters." He watched Miles flush in pleasure with a smile, sighing as Darren caressed his bicep. "I have a really good feeling about Boston, too. Maybe, even if we don't meet a couple, we could start light? Maybe spank someone together, or do some floor-based rope work?"
Smiling, Miles nodded. "Yeah. Yeah... I think I'm ready for that."
You are,Darren thought with a rush of pride, and kissed his incredible husband.
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By the time Friday rolled around, Darren was energized with anticipation. They'd both indulgently taken the day off and slept in, making love lazily before finally getting up for lunch. The drive up to Boston was only a couple of hours when the weather was nice, and Darren was looking forward to trading off driving while catching up on an interesting kink-themed gay podcast out of San Francisco he'd found recently.
They didn't have to perform just to get an invite, of course. But when he and Miles had decided to start performing more, Darren had been delighted - but not entirely surprised - at how many offers came in. They didn't evenneedthe extra money anymore now that the custody issues with Miles's ex-wife had been taken care of, but it was always nice to have. And, more importantly, they'd found they both enjoyed it far more than just attending events casually. It was good to have a purpose.
Darren hadn't booked a hotel in Boston. He much preferred to play things by ear. If the party didn't interest them, they'd be finished with their performance early enough to drive home. If it did, then they had an open invitation to stay at their host's, though it would likely mean not sleeping until said party was over.
The third option - leaving with another couple - was arguably slim, despite something telling Darren not to count it out. Not wanting to jinx it, he didn't tell Miles or pack an overnight bag. If fortune favored them, they'd make do.
The kink scene was vast, and every event they'd been to had its own flavor. Darren thought it was always best to catch the vibe of the room before engaging. Both the venue and party were bigger than expected, masked, playing at anonymity like a secret society. In Darren's experience, masked parties always ended upa bit naughtier. He was glad to have the suspension to focus on, binding Miles with slow, meditative familiarity as the other half of his attention scanned and assessed the partygoers.
Their host had placed them on a small stage in the middle of the main living room, giving him a black leather ottoman to use along with the suspension rig they'd set up. The space was majestic, with a vaulted ceiling. An open orgy puddle on the mezzanine had an easy view of them, and Darren let himself admire the partygoers. Stripping down entirely apart from their masks, they exchanged lustful caresses and changed sex partners of both genders with effortless ease. Beautifully sensual, but definitely not the kind of people he was seeking.
There weren't a lot of options on the main level with them either, though they had a good audience. It wasn't unusual in Darren's opinion; while kink parties were frequently filled with bisexuals, many men who were primarily gay preferred gay social events, even if they weren't particularly kinky. It was a possible avenue to pursue in the future, but not his first choice; he'd spent more than enough time in that scene in his youth, where he was just another gay man. He wanted to attract play partners who wanted Miles for everything he could offer them and not just his hot body and huge cock.
Nearby, a man and woman were fucking on the room's curved sex chair. A fem dom in an armchair had her submissive kneeling in front of her, worshipping her boots as she watched Darren's rope work. A pair of women who were chatting each other up behind the chesterfield were growing increasingly handsy.
There were some obviously gay men. A couple of pairs in the group clustered around the kitchen island through the archwayon one side of the room, though they were older than Darren would have liked. Just like the pair who'd just settled on the stairs up to the mezzanine, who were half too old and half far too young.
