Her eyes searched my face. “Baby, this is what I’ve wanted. This whole time.”
“I know but I don’t want any problems. For any of us.”
“I’m not jealous. I wasn’t jealous when you slipped your dick in her. I wasn’t jealous when you shoved your fingers inside of her. And I wasn’t jealous when you gave her a piece of your dark side.” Mia cupped me over my jeans. “In fact, it turned me on.”
“You’re a little minx.” I nipped her jaw. “Thank you. Thank you for being fucking amazing.”
A husky laugh escaped her. “Thank you for helping me embrace my inner slut.”
I kissed her one last time before we joined Tiffany in the living room. She was sitting at the end of the long couch. Mia sat beside her, and I sat on the other end. I crooked a finger, indicating for them to come closer.
My wife only laughed and moved between my legs, leaning against me with her back to my front.
Tiffany looked between us both.
“Come here.” Mia held out her arms.
Something switched in Tiffany. It was like she thought as soon as we fucked, that it would be the only time and we would want nothing else to do with her. But that was not the case. That wasn’t even close.
Tiffany’s shoulders slumped with relief before she laid back against my wife.
“I like this,” I heard myself say, running my fingers gently up and down Mia’s arm.
“Me too,” she murmured, cupping Tiffany’s breast.
Tiffany shuddered, rolling over onto her stomach and wrapped herself around us. “I like this a lot.”
“Good.” I ran my hand down Tiffany’s back.
At first, I was sure I would get a hint of jealousy. Or that one of us would. But I never felt it once. And I didn’t see it in either Tiffany or Mia. Even though she was family, it could have still happened, but I was thankful it didn’t.
“I want to do this again,” Mia said, looking up at me.
“Yeah?” I kissed her nose. “Do you think she can handle it?”
“I can.” Tiffany’s head popped up. She placed a soft peck between Mia’s breasts. “I really can.”
Mia laughed, brushing her hand down her cheek. “Good because I’m not done with you.” My cock twitched behind her back. “And neither is he.”
Tiffany grinned, a beautiful glow hitting her cheeks. “Thank you for tonight. I was worried at first.”
“Were you worried that one of us would get jealous?” I asked, needing to know her feelings.
“Yeah.” She shrugged, casually running her finger over my wife’s nipple. It hardened beneath the tank top she was wearing, hinting for more. “I love you. I love you both. You’re my family. And I know this is new for us, but I want more.”
“I like the sound of that.” Mia brushed her thumb over her bottom lip. “How about you?” she asked me.
“Oh yeah.” I winked.
Tiffany laughed, pushing off of Mia and went to the kitchen. “As much as I don’t want this to end, I’m sore,” she said from the kitchen. She came back a moment later with three beers.
“Sore? Was I too rough?” I asked, concerned that maybe my dark side was in more control than I would have liked.
Tiffany coughed, shaking her head. “No, but your wife was.”
Mia’s cheeks reddened. “I used my toy on her and I think I got carried away. I’m sorry.”
Images of Mia fucking Tiffany with that large strap on wouldn’t leave my head.