When I get home, I expect you to be in the corner,” I told Alejandro.

“Yes, Ma’am.”

The night was going to be all about him. From the moment I got home until we shut off the lights and went to sleep. This was his night, and he knew it. That didn’t mean he guessed everything I had in store for him. A good top keeps a few tricks up her sleeve — or in her snatch. But I was sure he had an inkling that his punishment meant he’d be the submissive sex star of his dreams, and I would try my best to make each one of his dirty fantasies come true. (“Come” being the operative word, of course.)

Alejandro had let me down, and he knew it. My request the previous night hadn’t been unusual, nothing too big or too hard for him to handle, yet he’d failed me. So I’d give him something big and hard to help him remember next time. That’s what I’d decided. Big and hard like our next-door neighbor Steve. Mmmm, Steve. Just thinking about the blond, bodybuilding bruiser who lived in the bungalow next door would have been enough to give me a hard-on had I been attached to a penis. As a woman, I simply got wet and felt my inner muscles tighten involuntarily. Steve was dream-worthy. But he was more interesting than that, not merely two-dimensional fantasy fodder, but flesh and blood with his own X-rated desires. You see, our naughty neighbor actually had the balls to come up to me the previous weekend and let me know he was down for anything — and he repeated anything — I had in mind. He wanted in my bedroom, in any way I desired.

“Use me,” he’d said.

“Use you? Use you how?”

“I’ve heard the way you talk to him. I’ve heard the sounds you two make. Do that to me. Or have me do that to him. I don’t care. I really don’t. But use me.”

Now, I would. I’d texted Steve in the morning and told him exactly what my plans were. Then I merely had to ride out the rest of the day, waiting until the moment when I could share my thoughts with my beau. Alejandro had never been with a man before, but I knew it was high on his list of experiences to explore. I was guessing that Steve was high on that list, as well. I imagined that our hunky neighbor had managed to make his way into Alejandro’s daydreams, night dreams, wet dreams.

When I got home, there was my boy, naked in the corner, exactly like I’d told him to be. I was happy with his obedience. I wondered what he’d think of his surprise.

“Steve is on his way,” I said. Alejandro, to his credit, didn’t flinch. He didn’t look at me over his shoulder. He didn’t ask me why. I explained anyway.

“He’s going to lube up your tight rear hole and fuck you the way you’ve always wanted to be fucked. Not with a strap-on, like I use, but with his own sexy dick.”

That got a whimper, a sound of pre-eminent pleasure, of impending nirvana. I could see the picture in my mind. I knew that Alejandro could, too: big, hard Steve, pressing him up against the wall and fucking him until he shot his load on my nice wallpaper.

“I was sure he had an inkling I would make each of his fantasies come true.”

We’d have to rearrange things. I love Alejandro from the top of his head to the bottom of his tanned feet, but I also like my floral paper. There was a knock on the front door. Right on time. I appreciate punctuality in my playthings. I sent Alejandro to wait for us in the bedroom. Then I opened the front door to greet our neighbor.

Steve stood there in a pair of crisp jeans and a gray sweater. He was holding a bouquet of roses in one hand. As I watched, a lone petal floated down to the floor. “For you,” he said, brandishing the bouquet. He looked as if he wasn’t entirely sure what to expect. He ducked his head at me when I thanked him and practically aw, shucksed himself into my living room.

“I’m so glad you reached out to me,” I told him. “I’ve got a present for you. His name is Alejandro.”

Steve grinned. It was as if he couldn’t help himself — or as if I’d made all his dreams come true.

“All wrapped up?”

“That can be arranged,” I said. “If you want him to be. At the moment, he’s stripped down and waiting in my bedroom.”

“Naked’s fine,” he said, and I led him down the hall to find Alejandro on the bed, waiting with obvious impatience. He looked as if he was practically vibrating, his entire body ramrod straight and dick pointing at the ceiling.

“What do you think?” I asked Steve.

Steve took in the scene. There was my stripped love slave, waiting for whatever would happen next.

“I think he’s in the wrong position,” Steve said thoughtfully.

“Then turn him right-side up,” I said, “or down.”

“Down,” Steve said, “definitely down.”

In seconds, my man was on his stomach and Steve was out of his own clothes and lubing up one of the biggest, thickest cocks I’d ever seen in my life. Holy fuck, Alejandro was in for a wild ride.

“Let him see that,” I instructed. “He should get a peek.”

Steve walked to the side of the bed and told Alejandro to look his way. I stood slightly to the left, and I took in the way Alejandro’s eyes widened and his lips parted involuntarily.

“You think you’re man enough?” I asked, unable to stop myself. “You think you can take a dick like that?”

His head was bobbing “yes” before he was able to mouth the word.

“I know you like it when I fuck your tight ass,” I continued, more for Steve’s benefit than Alejandro’s.

“Steve was lubing up one of the biggest, thickest cocks I’d ever seen.”

“Is that when he makes those moaning sounds?” Steve queried. His hand was moving faster on his dick now. I enjoyed the way he handled himself so roughly. I had a desire to take over, just for a moment, to let my hand get to know his powerful rod. But the night was about Alejandro and Steve, with me orchestrating the events. I’d get my own sometime in the future. I had no doubts.

“He does make some delightful sounds,” I agreed with Steve. “Those long, low moans. I live for them.”

“I’ve listened on the other side of the wall,” Steve confessed. “I’ve heard what sounds like you punishing him. Then pleasing him.”

“Sounds about right,” I said.

“And then him coming.”

“Oh, yes,” I agreed.

“Coming so hard.”

I was getting wet as he spoke. This man was clearly not only going to be a gift for my boyfriend, but one for me, as well.

“You’re spot on,” I said, “so let’s see what you can do in my stead.” That was all Steve needed to hear. He parted Alejandro’s muscular ass cheeks and rubbed a generous supply of lube on his rear hole. Alejandro might have come then if he hadn’t had the willpower I’ve trained him to maintain. I could see him straining, overcome with desire. But he held himself steady, ready for Steve’s cock.

“Okay, baby,” I said, and I could have been talking to either one. “Let’s go. Let’s do this.”

Steve introduced Alejandro to the first rounded inch of his dick. Alejandro quivered and then stilled. Steve pushed forward. I sighed. More lube was added, bodies were adjusted, and then Steve began a powerful assault on Alejandro’s ass. I pressed myself against the wall and watched, awestruck, as the two men went at it. Alejandro was the receiver, but he participated, nonetheless. I watched him put a hand between his legs and reach back in order to fondle Steve’s balls. Steve groaned and pitched forward faster, so that he was working Alejandro’s ass like a well-greased part of a powerful machine.

“That’s beautiful,” I said, without even realizing I was going to say the words. “You’re both so perfect.”

Alejandro dripped sweat onto the comforter. Steve used one hand to stroke my man from the nape of his neck to the base of his spine.

“Tell me when to come,” Steve said suddenly, gazing right at me.

I’d forgotten. He wanted me to use him, and I’d let him down. It was my job to keep them on track, to give them their cues.

“Are you ready?” I queried Alejandro.

“Oh, fuck yes,” my man whispered. “Yes, Mistress.”

“You may come,” I said magnanimously. “Both of you.”

Steve pounded into Alejandro until my beautiful sub boyfriend came all over the comforter. (I’d been right to move him away from the flocked velvet wallpaper in the living room.) Then our hunk of a neighbor finished off by coming inside Alejandro’s tight ass. Someday, I’d feel that spunk fill me.

But not that night.

That night was all about Alejandro.

And about making his dreams come true.