Chapter 6
Six
Arthur
I’m panting and sweating as Bree flips off her stream and closes the lid of her computer. I’m still inside her, both of us flopped down on the bed, me just barely holding myself up on one elbow so I don’t crush her.
I don’t want to pull out even though I’m getting soft. The way she clenched me, the way she still ripples with each of her heavy breaths, makes it feel impossible to leave. But I really do need to get home soon. My excuse of having a drink with some friends after yoga will only last so long.
I lean down and kiss along Bree’s back as I gently withdraw, and even I’m surprised by how much of my cum spills out of her.
“If you aren’t pregnant yet, this should do the trick,” I joke, sitting back on my knees as she turns over. Now she’s on her back, breasts splayed to either side of her sternum, her plump belly rising and falling. Her green eyes are alight, a smile playing on her lips.
“How are you so good at that if you have no experience with women?”
I crouch over her again, bracketing her with my arms, leaning down closer to breathe her in. The scent of sex is incredible, marvelous, and it almost makes me hard all over again.
“Your body tells me what it wants.” I lower myself so our bellies are pressed together. Slowly, I bring my head down toward hers, and her face slackens with surprise. Then her eyes close and she meets me partway, her lips pressing into mine.
She feels great even just like this, soft and pliable under my mouth. I keep it light but tender, because the last thing I need is to get riled up and then have sex with her again.
“Tissue?” I ask as I pull away.
She points to the table beside the bed, so I reach in for a roll of toilet paper and clean her up.
“I’m sorry.” I get up, tossing the tissues in the trash. “I need to get home.”
I can see that she’s not pleased about it, but Bree nods anyway. “Alright. Thanks for coming over.” She gets up off the bed and gives me a peck on the cheek. “Maybe we can do it again soon.”
I love the sound of that. I’ll be in the throes of rut for another few weeks, and I can’t imagine my lust will fade all that much afterward. I fantasize about Bree swelling up with our fawn and my dick is a willing recipient of this image.
Before I can get carried away, I pull on my clothes and a naked Bree walks me to the door.
“Thank you,” I say before I step out. “Thank you for giving me this.” I kiss her once more, then head home.
I’m nearly at the house when I finally decide that I’m not going to tell Bennett or Jack.
It’s not against the rules to sleep with Bree, per se, but I don’t know whether they would understand what I did today, so I don’t want to even open the can of worms. Especially not with Jack, as sensitive as he is after Marilee. He won’t understand.
When I get home, the front light is on, but the kitchen light is off. Jack’s car isn’t here yet, but Bennett’s is. Maybe he got takeout.
I make sure to spray some cologne on myself so I don’t smell like Bree before I head inside. The lights are all off except for the office, so Bennett’s probably been in there playing video games for a while. Must have lost track of time, like he often does.
I peek into the office and sure enough, Bennett is sitting in front of his computer, staring at the screen. Lightly I tap my knuckles on the door, and his head jolts up. I can’t make out the expression that crosses his face when he sees me, but whatever it is, it’s not the smile I expected.
“Arthur,” he says, getting to his feet. “You’re home.”
“Yep!” I walk over to him, prepared to lean down and kiss him, but Bennett holds up a hand to stop me. I step back and frown. “What’s up?”
“You need to sit down.”
He brushes past me out into the hall, then to the living room, carrying his laptop under one arm. A prickle runs down my spine at the tone of his voice, but I follow dutifully. Bennett seats himself on the couch, then nods at me to join him.
Now I’m really getting nervous. Does he know somehow? Can he smell me?
Once my ass is seated on the cushion, Bennett turns to me and tucks one hoof under him.
“How do you know Sienna?”
That’s not the question I expected. “Sienna? Who’s that?”
“Don’t act like you don’t know her.” He opens up the computer and sets it on his lap, navigating to a new browser window. He types something in, and all of a sudden…
Bree appears on the screen. It’s a professional, well-lit photograph of her in a revealing leather harness, a collar around her neck as her hair falls in red ringlets down her shoulders.
I gape. “Holy shit. That’s Bree.”
Now it’s Bennett’s turn to look perplexed. “Bree? No. This is Sienna.”
“No, that’s Bree,” I say patiently. “She goes to yoga with me.” Then I look at the computer screen again, where it clearly says SIENNA in a curly-cue font.
Wait. This must be her cam girl persona. Which means…
A million thoughts run through my head at once. Bennett must have seen us tonight. He knows. But how? How did he find her?
“Caught up yet?” Bennett asks. I hate when he’s smarter than I am, which is most of the time. “Great. Now tell me what you were doing fucking her on camera.”
I scramble for something to say, something that won’t piss him off further—and something that will keep him from telling Jack.
Wait. I squint at the screen again.
“How do you know about her?” I ask.
Bennett opens his mouth to speak but seems to be struggling with words, too. That’s when I realize it.
Whenever he’s in the bathroom for what feels like an hour. When he retreats to the office to “play games” at the same time most nights.
He’s been attending Bree’s cam shows.
“At least I wasn’t the one fucking her!” Bennett shoots back, clearly defensive. “I just… watch. A lot.”
“How long?” I keep my voice even. I’m not mad to learn the truth, though maybe I should be. I’m not sure yet.
Bennett’s shoulders curl and his ears flatten in shame. “A little less than a year.”
I don’t have words at first. For almost a year he’s been watching Sienna and keeping it from us. Why?
“Aren’t you… happy with us?”
He glares at me. “What about you? You were the one fucking her.”
I shake my head fervently. “It’s not that at all. I love you. I love Jack. It’s just…” How do I even express it? “I don’t know. DreamTogether opened something in me. Unlocked a vault. When I realized Bree was also our surrogate, I…” I shrug helplessly. “I wanted to do it again. And I still do.”
Bennett’s brows crease as he takes me in, analyzing me in his little computer brain.
“You’re bisexual,” he says suddenly. “But you didn’t know, did you?”
I shake my head. “Maybe? Bree’s special. She smelled so good, and I just wanted to try again, you know. I wanted to get all my cum inside her. Wanted to make her scream. Wanted to kiss her—”
I cut myself off too late. Bennett’s eyes go even wider.
“You like her?” he asks, as if this is the most surprising part of everything I’ve said. “Like like her?”
“I guess!” I throw up my hands. “Bree’s been my friend for a while, and this just felt like friend plus.”
“Friend plus,” Bennett says to himself quizzically.
“What about you, though?” I pin my gaze on him. “Do you like her?”
“I don’t know her!”
“Well, you do now. You had sex with her at DreamTogether, too.” For a second, I wonder what a mindfuck that was, to have watched her on a cam only to see her in real life on the breeding bench.
“So what?” Bennett says. “It was a coincidence. She’s just someone I watch perform. It’s not like I have a crush on her.”
“Are you sure?” I slip closer into his space, bumping my knee against his. “If you got the chance to breed her again, would you take it?”
The question seems to startle him. Good.
“I mean, if I had to—” he begins.
“If you could. If you could fuck her again, no consequences, would you do it?”
He gnashes his teeth together, then drops his head.
“Yeah. Yeah, I would.”
Out of respect, I don’t crow with victory.
“So, you get it? I got another chance and I took it. I want to know myself better. I want to understand why I’m attracted to her.”
“And what did you find out?” Bennett asks, sounding defeated.
I reach up and brush my hand over his cheek. “I found out that I don’t love you any less. That I still adore you and want you. But that doesn’t mean I can’t be interested in her, too. She’s going to be the mother of our fawn. I want to have a relationship with her.”
His brow creases. “Really?”
“Somehow. I don’t know in what capacity, but come on. Why not? Now that we know who she is?”
A pair of headlights shines through the window, and tires squeak on the driveway. Bennett narrows his eyes at me.
“No word of this to Jack,” he warns.
Well, at least I don’t have to be the one to say it.
I nod. “Of course. After Marilee…”
Bennett puts a finger to his lips so I don’t say the cursed thing.
“It would hurt him,” he says. “You know what he would think.”
We both get up as the front door opens and Jack comes in. Only a few lights are on, and he quirks an eyebrow at us where we sit on the couch.
“You guys are being so weird lately,” he says as he sets down his briefcase. “The rut really getting in your heads?”
I sit up straight and grin. “That’s it.”
Jack nods in understanding. “Are we ordering in, then?”
Jack
Something is amiss. A buck can just smell it when the herd is unsettled.
Something about breeding that woman has set my husbands off-balance, and I’m not sure I like it.
We have a certain peace in our home, one I work hard to maintain despite the stressors of my job.
I have a clear delineation between my work life and my home life, though I find my work life has taken more and more of that time lately.
Maybe Bennett’s right and I should figure out how to come home earlier. He and Arthur make dinner most nights, which isn’t fair. Perhaps they need me now more than ever as we get ready for a fawn.
A fawn who could be mine. That is a baffling thought. I never thought I’d have children, not after Marilee left me. But I didn’t anticipate marrying Bennett and Arthur, either, in her wake.
What disturbs me most, and perhaps what worries me about their behavior, is how much the breeding bench changed me.
I obsess over our surrogate every night as I fall asleep, remembering those red curls, the freckled butt, the smooth curve of her hips under my hands as I’d slid into her.
And the squeeze of her pussy? The way she gripped me and moaned under me—I can’t get it out of my head.
Last night, the urge to rut grew so unbearable, I woke Arthur from a dead sleep by palming his dick through his boxers.
Obediently he’d pulled them down, and Bennett only woke up when we were mid-coitus.
He slid down and licked Arthur’s cock until our sweet husband exploded, and I easily let off with him.
I wonder if our seed has taken yet. No call from DreamTogether, but it’s early still. I hope she’s doing well. Is she eating right? Where does she live?
This would all be much easier if she were already pregnant, and it would certainly be cheaper. But I want another chance. I want to go first next time, to rile her up and then sink my cock into her and fuck her until she comes around me again like an earthquake.
Late at night, with the other two already snoring, I hope that Bennett and Arthur aren’t having thoughts like these.
That could be disastrous.