My wife Leyla and I are avid LARPers (that’s Live Action Role-Playing for you non-dorks).

Once a month, we go to the woods with twenty of our friends, dress in costumes, and pretend to be fantasy characters. We camp for the entire weekend, staying in character the whole time. It’s basically Dungeons and Dragons IRL.

My wife plays a half-elf ranger in an all-female war band called the Bloody Sirens, while I’m the straight-laced mayor of a small human settlement. Rainfall (her character name) frequently raids my town with her gang, stealing resources and people that she then ransoms back. Our in-game currency is mostly alcohol and favors (occasionally sexual, in our case). It’s a riot.

There’s one problem, though. Frederick, AKA Shadowleaf, is my wife’s in-game husband. He’s a roving mercenary and elven archer who often teams up with the Bloody Sirens on raids, and he and my wife flirt and share occasional kisses as part of the game.

This isn’t that weird in our community. Lots of people have IC (In-Character) spouses or partners separate from their OOC (Out-Of-Character) partners. Some people use this as an opportunity to have open relationships, but others enjoy the emotional impact it provides to the plotlines we invent. I was fine with it when it started, but Shadowleaf and Rainfall have been getting closer and closer over the last few months, and since Shadowleaf is at least four inches taller than me and way more muscular, I’ve been feeling a little insecure.

I brought it up to Leyla, but she dismissed my concerns as simple jealousy. “Lots of people have IC  partners,” she said. “You need to loosen up.”

In January, we used a long holiday weekend for an epic LARP session. Three days in the woods playing out a scenario in which the Bloody Sirens tried to steal a valuable arcane necklace from the mayor’s house (AKA, my tent). My town’s citizens tried to protect me, but by noon on the second day, the Bloody Sirens had overrun our encampment. My wife was in the forefront, looking sexy as hell in a leather getup with a bow strapped to her back and knives in her boots. She abducted me at knifepoint and took me deep into the woods, far away from the sounds of fighting.

Rainfall frisked me for the necklace, which she had correctly guessed I was hiding. She stripped off my linen shirt, leather pants, and boots, eventually finding my necklace in my right boot, but she didn’t stop there. Soon I was completely naked, at which point she tied me to a tree. The bark was rough against my back, but seeing her look so bloodthirsty turned me on, and I   got hard.

I expected a little sexual torment to make the game more fun, but she stepped back. “We’re going to address this jealousy thing once and for all,” she said, beckoning to someone outside my line of vision.

To my horror, Shadowleaf stepped out from the trees. I wanted to cover myself, but I was tied to the tree. As he looked me up and down it should have deflated my erection, but for some reason the whole twisted scenario turned me on.

“I’m going to break character for a moment,” she said. “We all know I love you, but you need proof that you’re my priority. That’s why I’m going to suck you off in front of Frederick.”

Frederick/Shadowleaf and I probably had the same expression at that moment: dumbfounded shock. We stared at each other wide-eyed, then returned our attention to Leyla.

“In-game, I’m doing this because I’ve always been turned on by you. Every time I attack your town, I secretly hope I’ll run into you. Since Shadowleaf has been neglecting me lately, I’ve decided to force him to watch me blow you as punishment.”

“Are you sure this is a good idea?” I asked.

Rainfall looked at Shadowleaf, who grinned. “Hell, yeah,” he said. “I’m always down for kinky shit.”

The question was, was I down for the kinky shit? But as Rainfall went to her knees in front of me, the answer became clear. Yes, I was one hundred percent onboard with having another man watch my wife blow me.

Her lips closed around my dick, and she licked the tip before sliding all the way down. I tensed against the ropes, wanting to thrust into her mouth, but I couldn’t move.

“Rainfall,” Shadowleaf said, sounding horrified. He was back in character. “What are you doing?”

“Sucking the mayor’s cock,” she replied. “Be a good elf and watch.”

“Oh, I’ll do more than that,” he vowed, tugging on the ties holding his leather pants up. He pulled his dick out and started pumping his hand up and down. Rainfall moaned as she realized what he was doing. She set back in eagerly, slobbering all over me with an enthusiasm she hadn’t displayed in months.

I was conflicted, especially once I realized that Shadowleaf’s presence was turning her on, but the blowjob was blowing my mind. I moaned and gave in. “Take it, you elven slut,” I said. “Show me what a little whore you are.” The words unlocked something in me, and I stopped being embarrassed and instead felt powerful. The insanity of the situation was liberating — I felt free to do or say anything.

Rainfall moaned and stuffed a hand down her pants. As she masturbated, she whimpered around my dick.

“Do you like that?” I asked, feeling even bolder. “Sucking my dick while your husband watches?” Sweet gods of the forest, now that the situation was reversed, I understood the eroticism of the role-playing we’d been doing these last months. She was always cheating on one of us with the other, but it had taken until now for me to realize how sexy that scenario could be. I was the one in control, the forbidden fruit. Shadowleaf’s face showed as much jealousy and arousal as I felt.

If I gave in to this weird threesome completely, I could set the terms. Exert control over her. Force her to face the consequences of teasing both of us for so long.

Shadowleaf was still jerking it across the clearing. Rather than seeing him as a rival, I realized he could be a tool, an instrument to torment my wife with in order to turn her on even more. “Untie me,” I commanded as Rainfall gagged on my dick. “Right now.”

She whimpered and pulled back, then started fumbling at the ropes. When I was free, I shoved her back into the fallen leaves covering the forest floor. “Shadowleaf, take off her pants,” I commanded.

He blinked, clearly startled, then hurried forward. He stripped her efficiently, leaving her in her leather top and nothing else.

“Lick her pussy for me,” I said.

Rainfall gasped. “What?”

“You heard me, elven whore. You want both of us? You’re going to take both of us.”

She moaned loudly, then swore as Shadowleaf got to his knees between her legs. “Are you sure?” the other man asked me.

I nodded, feeling strangely powerful. “Do it, and maybe I’ll let her suck you off.”

Apparently I didn’t have to tell him twice. He buried his head between her thighs, and my wife screamed. I held her down, forcing her to take the other man’s tongue. “This is what you get, you little tease,” I told her. “I hope you’re ready to take two dicks.”

“Yes,” she moaned, writhing wildly in the leaves. “Whatever you say, my lord.”

Hearing her call me “my lord” was a power trip. I couldn’t get enough. As she sweated and swore, my dick grew even harder, and soon I couldn’t wait any longer. I motioned for Shadowleaf to fall back, then roughly pulled her to a standing position before bending her over. “You’re going to suck your husband off,” I told her, “and I’m going to fuck you while you do it.”

“Yes, my lord.” She wiggled her hips, flashing that sopping-wet pussy at me.

Shadowleaf moved in front of her and pulled his dick out of his pants again. He positioned himself at her lips and shoved in without hesitation, gripping her hair. She choked and grabbed his ass to stay balanced, but her groan told me how much she loved it. A flash of jealousy mixed with my arousal, but there was an easy remedy for that. As she frantically sucked on Shadowleaf’s dick, I stood behind her and rammed deep into that sopping-wet pussy.

The two of us pinned her as we thrusted roughly. She moaned and took it, reaching back to rub her clitoris as the two of us used her body mercilessly. Her cunt was hot, tight, and slick, and she squeezed me rhythmically.

She’d always liked it rough, but this was next-level. I was gripping her hips so hard I would probably leave bruises, but she was loving every second of it. She was impossibly wet, and even though another man was getting head from my wife, I was in control. She was taking two dicks because of me and me alone.

“He’s going to come in your mouth,” I told her, “and you’re going to swallow every drop. Then I’m going to come in your cunt. Only then will you be allowed to orgasm.”

She nodded as much as she could with a dick in her mouth. Shadowleaf groaned and started going hard, grabbing one of her hands to cup his balls. When he jerked and shook, I knew he was emptying his load down her throat.

It should have been a horrible thing to see. It wasn’t. It just made me wilder. I wanted to use her harder, to take everything she was willing to give. I pounded in and out of her as she swallowed Shadowleaf’s come, and then it was my turn to orgasm. I came like a fountain, and when I finally pulled out, my come dripped out of her pussy and slid down her leg.

“That’s what happens when you have two husbands,” I told her as I reached around to rub her clitoris. “They both get to use you whenever and however they want.”

She orgasmed with a scream. Her legs were shaking too badly to stand, so Shadowleaf and I supported her between us. We met eyes again, and I had the weirdest urge to high-five him. Hell yeah, we’d made her see stars.

All my jealousy vanished completely. The encounter taught me something about myself — so long as I was in control, I didn’t mind sharing.

So we do. Once a month, the three of us fuck in the woods, dressed in fantasy costumes. It probably sounds ridiculous, but my marriage has never been happier. And now that we regularly fuck my wife together, I’ve realized Shadowleaf isn’t that bad.