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Cameron and I looked at each other as Corrie disappeared because it’s crazy that the curvy girl’s still functioning. We distract her non-stop with sexy times, but also with fun events to do together because we enjoy her company. Now, we’re taking her out on a real date. It’s important because we want our woman to feel cherished, even if she says she doesn’t mind being a pleasurable toy to be passed between us.

So today, we’re at the Pierre Hotel in nearby Mystic. It’s a few towns over from Prescott, but we chose it because the Pierre is one of the nicest hotels in the area with marble colonnades on the façade, as well as an ornate interior that would make Marie Antoinette gasp with delight. They also have an exceptional tea service which my sister assured me is filled with delights such as mini-cheesecakes and assorted petit fours.

The three of us are escorted to a table in a lavish dining room and take our seats. Even I have to admit that Cameron looks good this afternoon. We’re not exactly friendly per se, but we don’t jump down each other’s throats anymore either. Fuck, I’ve seen this man naked as he drills the curvy girl, so you could say that the curtain’s been pulled back from my eyes.

Meanwhile, Corrie coos while reviewing the menu.

“OMG, this looks so good,” she gushes. “I definitely want to try the purple yam mille-feuille cake.”

My brow scrunches.

“The what what?”

She giggles and I watch as her big bosom heaves with laughter. The light pink dress she’s wearing skims her curves, and she looks like a fairy princess getting ready for tea with her prince. In this case, two princes to be exact.

“Oh you!” she exclaims playfully while swatting at my arm. “Mille-feuille is a type of layer cake. They make something like a hundred layers of crepe and then put it all together with cream filling in between.”

“You had me at cream filling,” Cameron growls, waggling his eyebrows at her.

“Oh my God!” she squeals again. “You and your innuendos about cream fillings!” Then she drops her voice, leaning forward in an intimate fashion. “Actually, you guys used me so hard last night that I’m full of cream filling still, not to mention all sore and achy. This is getting to be quite the problem because my friend Morgan at school asked me why I was limping yesterday! I had no idea what to say!”

I smile, pleased.

“I would apologize for your aches and pains, except I’m not sorry, baby girl.”

She titters.

“It’s okay, neither am I,” Corrie whispers while blushing. “Let’s just say I love my particular cream fillings, which are a mixture of two men.” It’s true because sometimes Cameron and I use the same hole, one right after another. As a result, Corrie sometimes gets a mix of us inside, and the sloppiness turns me on.

With that, we place orders for the afternoon tea set, and soon, Corrie’s pouring tea from a bone china teapot into delicate cups that I could crush in one fist. The drink is aromatic though and I sip, enjoying the bitter flavor.

I smile with satisfaction, looking around at the lavish surroundings. Of course, this isn’t the first time we’ve been out in public because we enjoy squiring Corrie about. It’s just that we’ve been pretty busy as of late, and generally stick to casual dining establishments in town. Then, there’s the issue of where to conduct our sexy shenanigans, and it’s fallen into a system. Corrie stays one week with me, and then one week with Cameron, alternating between the two. Of course, he and I go wherever she goes, so I guess all three of us are shuffling from place to place on a weekly basis. But it’s worth it because I adore watching Corrie waddle when she walks, knowing it’s because of how hard we fuck her all the time.

When the food arrives, Cameron and I watch with amusement as Corrie tries all the different sandwiches on her plate. There’s cucumber, watercress, cucumber-watercress, and some other bullshit that looks like egg salad mixed with herring. Corrie’s ravenous, and nearly through all of her mini-sandwiches before I’ve even finished a cup of tea.

She looks aghast when she notices us watching.

“Oh my God, I’m so sorry. That was rude, wasn’t it? I guess I’m hungry and didn’t even notice that you guys weren’t keeping pace.” Then she gets a rueful look. “Obviously, this is why I’m so curvy because I could eat plates and plates of these tiny sandwiches before anyone’s even touched one.”

Cameron frowns. “You look perfect, honey. Don’t put yourself down. Besides, look at how physical we’ve been over the last month. You have to be fit for making love to two men, and we need a woman with strong, healthy curves.”


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