Chapter Five
I’m so off balance after talking to her.
I leave each conversation feeling like I’ve just been taught a lesson by some spiritual guru.
My anger toward her is slowly being broken up, replaced by lust and jealousy which leaves me even more confused.
She makes me feel wild. It’s maddening to think that she’s in our lives for the next nine months at least.
Instead, like a coward, I appeal to Peter again.
“What did you think of that?” I ask him when we’re alone.
His voice is tight, like he’s not sure what he’s supposed to say. “I thought it was good. You seemed…to enjoy it?” He has the grace to look a little guilty for how much he’s loving his role in all this.
I cuddle closer to him, shamelessly using my body to remind him how much we love each other. He may be having sex with her, but he’s still mine. I’m still here. He still loves me.
“It was better,” I agree. “It was intense. But I want… more.”
He swallows and shifts beneath me. “What do you mean?”
I tell him my idea and I can feel his interest grow.
He turns me to face him, though it’s hard to meet his eyes after the dirty things we did tonight.
I keep thinking about her splayed out between us.
That moment of connection, it was everything to me.
Instead of feeling like I’m in the way, I want to position her between us.
Peter is the one who explains it to her the next day while I hover nearby, toes scrunching nervously. She looks thoughtful, turning those big, innocent eyes on me and nods her head.
“I think that’s a great idea. We should all be part of this together.”
For the third night in a row, she crawls into bed with my husband, only this time I lay down first. My heart is racing as I arrange myself on the bed, feeling naked and exposed. Rose climbs on top of me and I sigh heavily as her soft skin collides with mine.
God, she’s all curves. She smells so sweet.
Her breasts are soft and pillowy, grazing against mine.
Our hard nipples slide against each other and it makes my pussy gush, hot and wet.
I shaved for this, showered thoroughly, wanting to be pleasing to her.
Our faces are just inches apart, her red hair tickling my neck, and I could just tilt my head back and kiss her, but I don’t.
Instead, I lean to the side, watching my husband over her shoulder.
Peter shuffles forward on his knees, arranging himself between our legs.
We’re stacked on top of each other, a buffet of holes for him to choose from.
He swipes his thick cock through my folds and I squeeze my arms around Rose, loving the feel of him.
“I’ve got both my girls,” he whispers, and I inhale sharply when the pleasurable pressure of his length disappears. He must be touching her now. She writhes on top of me, rolling her hips as she pushes back against him, inviting him inside.
But me first. I lift my hips, a not so subtle nudge for attention. He guides himself back to my entrance and my mouth drops open as he slides the tip inside me.
“Oh.” It’s so erotic, with her soft, silky skin against mine. We move together, like one body, as my husband fucks me. She lies on top of me, her weight a pleasant anchor, and I have to resist the urge to kiss her neck, to suck her skin between my teeth. She’s just so soft and so close and so—
Just as abruptly, Peter pulls out again.
It leaves me empty and aching, clenching on thin air.
I know the moment he fills her because her body goes taut.
She grounds herself with her grip on my shoulders, and humps against me, riding the waves of his thrusts.
Her soft moans fill my ears while I watch my husband’s face.
He drags his eyes off her round, bubbly bottom just long enough to meet my blazing gaze.
It’s disturbingly erotic, like Rose has become just a toy between us.
A flesh light. I can’t feel him, but it still feels like we’re moving as one being, like I’m taking him inside me as we meet between her body. It’s just me and him.
I pretend, even to myself, that I’m not turned on by the feel of her womanly curves. Our breasts are rubbing against each other, her pussy is dripping, her sweat and arousal dribbling between my thighs, and Peter’s balls slap against my throbbing clit, nearly pushing me over the edge.
He rides her like that, the three of us breathing hard, our moans colliding and intertwining until it feels like a song.
“Breed me,” she whines. “Fill me up, Peter.”
“Yes Peter,” I whisper. “Pump her full of your seed. Breed her.”
“Oh fuck,” he cries out.
His hips start slamming into us. Rose moans and writhes, burying her face in my neck.
I run my hands through her hair, pulling it out of her face, praising her for doing such a good job.
This feels like a breakthrough. This feels like the way it should be.
All three of us, together. Making this baby.
I don’t even realize that I’m kissing her face, stroking her hair, running my hands down her back. “Yes sweetheart,” I whisper. “Take it all. You’re doing such a good job.”
“Thank you,” she sighs, when my husband finishes inside her. He pulls out and she collapses beside me, not letting me wriggle away. We snuggle together as she kisses my cheek. Her lips are so close, my lips and breasts tingle with the urge to kiss her fully.
Peter uses his fingers to stuff his load back in this time.
I’m the one who holds her in my arms, nuzzling against her chest. I can feel his eyes on us, but for just a moment, I want him to know what it’s like to be the one left out.
I lose myself in Rose’s eyes, our fingers skating over each other’s skin, setting my nerves alight with electricity.
I’m just inches away, our breaths mingling, when she cums for me.
Her pretty mouth falls open and her eyes squeeze shut.
She grabs me, holding me against her as she shudders, and I can’t believe how special it makes me feel.
She’s gorgeous. My body calls for hers. I yearn to flip over, climb on top of her, and make her make that face again.
As she releases me, heat fills my cheeks. Her eyes flutter open and I roll away in shame, blood pounding in my ears. This isn’t supposed to be sexual. She’s only in college! I shouldn’t be humping on her like a horndog who can’t control myself.
I reach for Peter and he helps me up. I kiss him hard, pushing Rose to the back of my mind. I’m not gay. This isn’t like that. This is about getting her pregnant, that’s all. I don’t look at her again until we’ve all got our clothes back on.