As we lay there catching our breath, Sarah turned to me with a mischievous look in her eyes. She bit her lip, her cheeks still flushed from the intensity of what we’d just done.

“You know,” she started hesitantly, “that was incredible… but it made me think about what it would actually be like to have another guy in bed with us. I’ve always been curious about it, and tonight just made me want to explore that even more.”

Her confession hit me like a jolt of electricity. Part of me was shocked, but another part—one that I didn’t even realize existed—was intrigued. The idea of watching her with someone else, sharing that kind of intimate, raw experience, suddenly didn’t seem so far-fetched.

I looked into her eyes, seeing the honesty and excitement there. “Are you serious?” I asked, my heart pounding in my chest.

She nodded, her fingers tracing patterns on my chest. “I am. I love you, and I want us to experience new things together. This doesn’t change how I feel about you—if anything, it makes me want you even more. But the idea of you watching me with another guy, seeing how you’d react… I don’t know, it just turns me on so much.”

I took a deep breath, considering her words. The thought of another man touching her, making her feel good, was both thrilling and terrifying. But seeing how much it excited her, I couldn’t help but feel curious too.

“Maybe,” I finally said, surprising even myself. “Maybe we could talk more about it and see where it goes. I’m not saying yes right away, but… I’m not saying no either.”

Sarah smiled, her eyes sparkling with a mix of relief and excitement. “That’s all I wanted to hear. We don’t have to rush into anything. Just knowing you’re open to exploring this with me means the world.”

And with that, we kissed again, a new kind of electricity buzzing between us. I didn’t know where this journey would take us, but I was ready to find out.