Chapter Seven
Wes
Wes sat in the olive-green lounge chair that took up a quarter of the living room.
Across from him, his husband knelt in front of a young alpha, his head bobbing enthusiastically over the man’s cock.
The alpha tipped his neck back over the edge of the sofa, closing his eyes in ecstasy as he threaded his hands through Assa’s dark red locks, guiding his pace.
The wet sucking sounds made Wes smile. No one gave a blow job quite like Assa.
“Good, right?” Wes raised an eyebrow at the alpha.
“Fuck, yeah. Maybe the best I’ve ever had.”
Assa hummed with satisfaction. Wes saw that he was palming his own dick as he worked over the other man.
It was unusual for Wes and Assa to invite a play partner to their home, but Olin was fully vetted and they felt safe with him. The academic phenom was in town to give a lecture at Warburton Province State University, where Wes taught in the history department and Assa worked as a lab technician.
The three of them had shared a lunch table in the cafeteria. This turned into an afternoon touring the university grounds and eventually, an evening getting drinks at a local bar.
As night descended, Wes and Assa offered Olin a guest spot in their bed, explaining that their marriage was open. Not everyone was cool having sex with couples, but he had enthusiastically accepted their invitation.
They had been in the living room for half an hour, eager enough that they never made it to the bedroom. They’d shed their clothing while sharing sloppy three-way kisses and intimate touches. After ten minutes of that, Wes had installed himself in the lounge chair. To watch.
He wasn’t sure how the night would go when they got started, but he was very on board with the way things had progressed.
Wes and Assa were flexible with their encounters, never having a script for how they unfolded.
They had been married for a year—it had been two since they’d opened their relationship—and they generally let their instincts guide them.
The only actual rule they had regarding their non-monogamy was that they always had sex with the other present.
But presence didn’t necessarily equal participation. Often, Wes was content to simply watch as others serviced and worshipped Assa. Or when those men got to experience his husband’s exceptional talents.
Olin gasped as Assa brought him to the edge again.
Wes released a small laugh when Assa smiled wickedly around the alpha’s cock, pulling off to tug lightly on his balls, denying his release.
“Stars, you’re gonna kill me,” Olin said, running a gentle hand along Assa’s jaw. “But I’ll die happy.”
Wes stroked his own erection, shivering when the alpha’s low growl filled the room.
Olin stared heatedly at Wes’s rigid shaft. “You gonna join us?”
“I like to watch. Soon, though.”
Observing from the chair was good for the moment.
Assa radiated happiness, and nothing did it for Wes like his husband’s joy.
The last time they’d been with other people was a month ago, when they met up with another beta couple at a hotel for the weekend.
That was a sexy encounter—hot and heavy and lasting long enough that Wes topped all three men.
But as much as Wes liked those energetic sessions with strangers, there was something especially intimate about being in his own home with someone they had spent the day with.
“Let him come, sweetheart,” Wes instructed. “I want to see it.”
Assa winked before swallowing Olin’s cock to the root and using his hands to fondle the man’s generous sac.
“Fuck!” Olin cried out. His thighs quivered. He was getting close.
“Let me see it,” Wes ordered again.
Assa pulled off Olin’s cock and stroked it firmly. The alpha came with a roar, shooting all over his stomach and chest. Bending forward, Assa lapped up the pearly liquid, continuing to jerk his own dick.
Wes went into the bathroom and returned with a dampened cloth.
He cleaned off Olin, finishing by giving the man a drawn-out kiss, tangling their tongues together.
Olin’s muscles tensed beneath him, reminding Wes of everything he liked about being with alphas, particularly the power they held so carefully in check.
Assa hissed out a breath. “It is so hot watching you guys kiss.”
Wes smirked as he pulled back from Olin’s mouth. “I’d say it was even hotter watching you suck him off.” He angled to kiss his husband, tasting the alpha’s salty release on his lips.
“Well,” Olin breathed out, “the actual hottest thing is me being here right now. I am so glad I said yes to giving a guest lecture on the beta decrees in the old provinces.”
Wes and Assa chuckled.
“How can I make you guys come?” Olin asked.
“I’d like to fuck my husband,” Wes said. “Do you want to help me get him ready?”
“Fuck, yes I do.”
Wes and Olin spent the next ten minutes tonguing and fingering Assa’s hole until he was begging to be filled. The alpha was a vocal audience as Assa rode Wes to completion, squeezing the cum from his cock with his tight hole before shooting his load onto his chest.
Although Olin was good company, and the sex a pleasurable diversion, by the time they’d cleaned up, Wes was more than ready to kiss the alpha goodnight and send him on his way.
Perhaps someday they would meet a man they had a real connection with, someone they wanted to keep for longer than a night or two. They had already agreed that they would be open to it if it happened. But it never had.
They parted on friendly terms. Olin said he’d call if he came back to town, and Wes and Assa promised to do the same if they were ever in Bellwether Province.
“That was fun,” Assa commented later, once they were in bed.
“It was,” Wes agreed. “Nice that it happened organically. No need to fuss with the apps.”
“But also kind of weird, right?”
“What do you mean?”
Assa’s brow furrowed. “Olin was lovely, and gentlemanly, and interesting…but after he left, it was like…I don’t know. It’s hard to explain.”
Wes rolled over so they lay face-to-face. “Can you try?” Their sex life required clear communication. He wanted to understand what his husband was driving at.
Assa bit his lower lip. “I sensed a connection when we were together, and there was all that delicious anticipation this afternoon and earlier at the bar, but sometimes I think it’s weird how unattached I feel to the guys we play with.
I mean, those betas last month, I don’t even remember their names. ”
Wes laughed. He didn’t remember their names either. “I wouldn’t worry. We go into these situations assuming they’re one-offs. It makes sense that we don’t get attached when that’s not what we’re looking for.”
“I wasn’t looking for love when we met, and I fell for you anyway.”
Wes squeezed his husband’s waist. “You and I are meant to be. These other men are great—fun, like you said—but they’re just frosting. Something extra. You’re not extra. You are essential to my existence. You’re my everything. All the rest of the cake.”
“You really mean that, don’t you?”
Wes saw the anxious flicker in Assa’s eyes. He hated that Assa had these moments of self-doubt, but Wes never tired of reminding him of his love.
“Sweetheart, my life started the day I met you. And it will end whenever and however we part.”
“I’m so happy you love me,” Assa murmured. “And that we want the same things.”
“Like the occasional random man in our bed?”
“Not just that…everything. I never thought I would have this.”
“You deserve the best life. That’s what I plan to give you.”
“I know.”
Wes switched off the lights. Comfortable silence enveloped the darkened room. He wrapped his arms around Assa and drifted into slumber.
Ten minutes later, Assa roused him with a tap on his biceps. “Wes?”
“Hmm?”
“Can I tell you something?” He didn’t sound drowsy at all. “I don’t think I can wait until morning.”
Wes rubbed his eyes. “Okay.”
“The thing is…I feel so lucky for what we have, but I just figured out something else.”
“A midnight epiphany?” Wes rasped.
“I think I finally trust it.”
“Trust it?” Wes repeated. Rolling onto his back, he crooked an elbow over his head.
Assa sat up. “I’ve always known you meant it when you said you loved me, and that you agreed about being with other people. But for the first time, I really believe we can have it. That it will last and it’s not just a dream that’s going to poof away.”
Wes ran a hand along Assa’s thigh. “I’ll say it as often as you need to hear it. I love you, and I’m not going anywhere.”
Assa squared his shoulders. “The last thing I want is to be greedy for more when we already have so much, but I think…”
The last vestiges of sleep left him as Wes’s mind came into full focus. They had only discussed it a few times, and Assa had been so worried he’d fuck it up, but maybe—?
“…I think I want to have kids,” Assa said. “I didn’t know if I’d ever be ready, but I am now. I love you, and I want to raise babies with you.”
Wes’s heart leapt. He had dreamed about this for so long but hadn’t pushed. He would have been fine if Assa never felt ready. That was what he’d told himself. Now he wanted to jump out of his skin with joy.
“Sweetheart, I want to have babies with you, too,” he said, his voice calm and steady. “You are going to be an amazing father.”