But wouldn’t it be crossing lines? Even with their permission, their openness, it feels wrong somehow, like I’m interfering in their relationship. “You guys really want to do this? It’s not weird to have someone else in your bedroom?”
“It wouldn’t be the first time,” Corey says, “Like I said, we like to share.”
I blink. Apparently my brain isn’t quite firing on all cylinders, because yet again, the message simply hadn’t clicked. But his words process and I feel a rush of pure jealousy for every other woman who’s been fortunate enough to share their bed.
“I had no idea,” I blurt out.
“Well, we don’t exactly go around advertising it,” Andrei laughed.
Which is understandable, I mean, what reason would they really have to share intimate details of their sex life with someone who’s not part of it?
“If it’s too weird for you, we get it,” Corey said.
“No!” I blurt out quickly, too quickly, and my face flames, “I mean, I um…I think I’m interested, it’s just…”
I don’t quite know how to ask. “What about any of us getting attached or something?” I hedge awkwardly.
“Any more than we already are? Let’s face it, Marlene, none of us are going anywhere, so where’s the risk? It’s not like we’re planning to do this and suddenly disappear.”
Andrei nods in agreement. “We can’t get attached to you if we already are.”
I smile. “That’s sweet, but it’s not the same,” I protest.
“Like we said, Mars, if it’s too much for you, we don’t have to do it that way. We just thought it might be fun, is all,” Corey says.
“I can’t disagree,” I confess in a small voice, “It does sound fun. Really fun.”
“Oh, it would be,” Andrei assures me, “We know just how to show a girl a good time.”
His tone is low, seductive, and sends a shiver down my spine. My already-dampened panties grow even more soaked. And while I still have my reservations, I trust them. While it’s a strange, unexpected turn in our friendship, it feels eerily natural.
“Well,” I reply, swallowing hard, “Even if I agree to that part, there’s still a few other things we should talk about, like how much involvement, if any, you guys want to have.”
Over breakfast, we talk about some of the finer points of our little arrangement. It’s all a distraction, truth be told, because I know the details could just as easily be ironed out later, but I’m buying time while I try and get myself together, so my decision isn’t strictly based on hormones.
Unfortunately, my arousal shows no signs of ebbing away, though. “So,” Corey says after we’ve all long finished eating and the conversation hits a lull, “Does all of this talk mean you’re…saying yes to our little proposal?”
I take a deep breath and nod slowly. “If you’re saying yes to mine.”
He and Andrei exchange a look. “It’s a deal, then,” Andrei says.
My face is on fire, and I know I’m probably glowing about six different shades of crimson. “Ok. So, um, I can look at my calendar and stuff and work out when I’m supposed to be ovulating and we can get started-”
Andrei stands up suddenly, startling me, and shoves the dishes from the table. “Oh, no, Marlene. I think we should get started right away. Might take a few times, after all.”
Before I can respond, Andrei’s arms are around my waist and he’s hoisted me up onto the table. I’m wearing a dress, and he hikes the skirt up my thighs. His touch is both familiar and strange at the same time, hands I’ve felt on me a million times, but never like this.
I glance at Corey, not sure what I’m expecting on his face. Maybe jealousy, anger, even disgust, but the last thing I’m expecting is the ravenous lust in his gaze.
He wants to fuck me, and he wants to watch his boyfriend fuck me. And as Andrei drops down to his knees, peeling my panties out of his way, it really hits me that he’s going to get exactly what he wants.
Andrei starts slow, tentative, trailing kisses up my inner thigh. He glances up at me at one point, searching my face, and while my heart is beating like a hummingbird’s wings, I nod.
He tilts his head down once more and I feel him moving higher until he reaches the apex between my legs. The tip of his tongue parts my folds and I gasp, gripping the edge of the table for dear life.
Another glance at Corey reveals that his eyes are still locked on the show, and when my gaze travels south, I can see the erection tenting his pants as he watches Andrei eat my pussy.
His tongue glides over my clit and I cry out. “Oh, fuck,” I whimper, and one of my hands finds its way to his head, my fingers tangling in his dark curls.