"Hey, Mark, I need to talk to you about something," I said, my voice barely above a whisper as we sat in the dimly lit bar. The place was familiar, a safe haven where we often met after work, but tonight felt different. Mark, with his usual casual confidence, leaned back, his eyes curious but calm.

"What's up, Jake? You look like you've seen a ghost," he chuckled, taking a sip of his beer.

I hesitated, playing with the condensation on my glass. "It's... it's about last weekend." My confession hung in the air, heavy and uncertain.

Mark's eyebrows shot up. "Last weekend? What happened?"

"I... I was with someone else," I admitted, the words feeling like gravel in my throat. "And it wasn't just any someone. It was a threesome."

His eyes widened, a mix of shock and intrigue flickering across his face. "A threesome? With who?"

I took a deep breath, knowing the gravity of what I was about to reveal. "With Brad and... and his friend, Alex."

Mark leaned in, his interest piqued. "Brad? You mean Brad from the office?"

I nodded, my hands trembling slightly. "Yeah, him. It started as a casual thing, you know, just drinks after work. But then, things got... out of hand."

"Out of hand how?" Mark pressed, his voice a mix of disbelief and fascination.

"We ended up at Brad's place. Drinks turned into more drinks, and then... conversation turned intimate. Before I knew it, we were all in his bedroom."

Mark's eyes were locked on mine, his expression unreadable. "And what happened there?"

I swallowed hard, the memory flooding back. "It was intense. Brad started with some playful touches, and Alex... Alex was watching, his eyes dark and hungry. I couldn't look away from him, even as Brad's hands explored me."

"Jesus, Jake," Mark breathed, his own discomfort palpable. "Did you... did you have sex with both of them?"

"Yes," I admitted, my voice barely a whisper. "Brad was... he was inside me, and Alex, he... he was right there, watching, touching himself. It was overwhelming, the feel of Brad moving inside me, the sight of Alex so close, so turned on."

Mark was silent for a long moment, processing the revelation. "Why are you telling me this?"

I looked down, shame mingling with a strange sense of relief. "Because I need to tell someone. I need... I need to make sense of it, I guess. And I trust you, Mark. You're the only one I can talk to about this."

He sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Jake, this is heavy. I mean, are you okay with what happened? Did you enjoy it?"

"I... I did," I confessed, meeting his gaze. "But it's complicated. It felt good, but it also felt wrong. I've been feeling guilty ever since."

Mark nodded, understanding dawning in his eyes. "Guilty because it was with Brad? Or because it was a threesome?"

"A bit of both, I think," I replied, my voice shaky. "Brad and I have been friends for years, and Alex... I didn't even know him before that night. It was reckless, impulsive."

"But you did it," Mark stated, his tone softening. "You participated, and you enjoyed it. That's a lot to unpack, Jake."

I nodded, my mind racing with the implications. "I know. That's why I needed to talk to you. To figure out where to go from here."

Mark clapped me on the shoulder, his expression sympathetic. "Well, you've taken the first step by confessing. Now, we'll just have to see where it leads."