Chapter Six
I remind Peter of that before we all have sex again.
The next two times we’re together, she stays wrapped up with me while he fills her up.
I grow to love sharing him with her like this.
I love how he always starts inside my pussy, so it’s like a little part of me goes inside her too.
I grow to love the drop in my stomach as he pulls out.
It feels like the moments I get him grow shorter each time, but I want her to have him.
When he’s fucking her, she grinds against me.
It makes my pussy so wet, I come to crave it. She’s soft and sweet and when she orgasms, I can’t help but follow behind. The steady slap of my husband’s balls against my clit brings me over the edge as I crush her in my arms. God how I long to take her in my mouth, crash my tongue against hers.
It’s Saturday morning, the last day of her ovulation window, when she knocks on the front door and asks to talk to me alone.
My heart pounds as I lead her to the living room. Peter is outside in the shed—I assumed he’d had trampoline entertainment again. I was surprised to see her here.
I’m having mixed feelings about this being the last night. Five days ago I never could’ve imagined I would feel like this—disappointed that Rose wouldn’t be spreading her legs for my husband anymore. I don’t want these feelings, but I can’t deny that my attraction to her is getting out of control.
“Is everything okay?” I ask, not sure whether I hope she’ll want to call things off, or beg for more.
“Yeah, everything’s great actually. These last few days have meant so much to me. I just feel so comfortable with both of you.”
I swallow, a tentative breath of relief cracking my chest. We’re both sitting on the couch, facing each other, our knees almost touching. She leans her calf against mine and my heart races.
“We’ve really enjoyed spending this time with you too, Rose.”
She reaches out and tucks a lock of hair behind my ear. I can hardly think over the sound of the blood rushing in my ears. I’m aware of every nerve in my body as she leans slowly closer.
“I don’t just mean with Peter. I feel like you and I have a connection too. Don’t you?”
“What do you mean?” The words are automatic. Her lips are just millimeters away, but we shouldn’t be doing this.
“Do you want to touch me, Bella?” she whispers, gently lifting my hands.
I swallow. What reason would I have to do that? This has nothing to do with conceiving a child.
“Yes,” I confess, and then she guides my hands beneath her shirt and I close them around her big, firm breasts.
I’ve felt them rubbing against me so many times and I longed to squeeze them.
They’re every bit as wonderful as I knew they would be.
I pinch her nipples, rolling them, loving the way she moans for me.
“Bella, that feels so good.” I love the way she rolls my name in her mouth.
I crash my mouth against hers, parting my lips and demanding entrance with my tongue.
I lose my breath when I taste her, still circling my thumbs around her hard buds.
I suck all of her pretty moans straight from her throat and climb over her, guiding her back down to the couch.
I jerk her shirt up over her head and moan at the sight of her big melons. She never wears a bra and it’s been driving me crazy. I finally give in to what I’ve been craving for days and suck her between my lips, flicking my tongue over her sensitive peak.
My pussy is a faucet. When I realize how wet and achy I am, I want to know if I have that effect on her too. I want to make her feel good. I want her to know how much I adore her for what she’s doing for us. It’s only fair.
It feels like it takes forever to tear both of our clothes off. I’ve probably spent more time with Rose out of her clothes than with them on. Every inch of her smooth skin is becoming intimately familiar to me.
But I’ve dreamed of burying my face between her legs. I push her thighs open and inhale her sweet musk. The pussy that my husband loves so much. The pretty pink lips that he fills with cream. I slide my tongue through them and her woman’s slick coats my chin.
She tastes so good. I want to tell her that, but I’m still shy.
Instead, I go face down, ass up, and eat her like dessert.
I’m so lost in her unique flavor and folds, I jump when hands grab my ass.
I gasp and my eyes fly open. Rose is writhing beneath me, looking over my shoulder.
Peter has one leg propped on the couch and he’s guiding his cock to my dripping pussy.
I moan as he enters me, stretching me wide open.
Rose shatters on my tongue as he fucks me from behind, pulling at my hair so hard it hurts.
I don’t stop. Instead, I give her clit a little break and shove my tongue into her sweet pink.
She holds my head in place, fucking my face as my husband thrusts into me.
Stars burst behind my eyes. I slide two fingers inside her tight cunt and move back to her clit to bring her along with me.
I love making her scream. Liquid splashes as she releases on my face, humping against me like she can’t decide if she wants me to stop, or she wants even more.
“I’m gonna cum!” Peter shouts. “I’m gonna finish!”
He rips his cock out of me, jerking his long shaft as Rose and I shuffle around. He sits back on the couch and she swings a leg over him, sinking down on length as they share a deep kiss.
It’s emotional whiplash. I can’t be mad that he interrupted us, because we shouldn’t have been fooling around without him anyway. I’m ashamed by how desperately I wanted her. I’m not sure where that feeling is coming from.
But it was fucking good when he was fucking me. I loved feeling her fall apart on my face. But we can’t make a baby like that. It makes sense that they’re fucking each other now.
But tell that to my aching heart. He’s kissing her like that because he caught me with her.
It’s petty, but I’m feeling lonely and left out.
I crawl between his legs and watch her bounce on him.
I’m so close I can see her pussy stretching over every vein and ridge.
I massage his thighs, watching her bounce until he reaches completion.
He slams her down as he unleashes inside her. I watch her pussy clench while he shudders and spurts, painting her inner walls. It’s delicious every time. It’s fucking filthy and it might be my favorite thing I’ve ever seen.
When she finally climbs off him, his thick load seeps out of her.
As she drips onto our couch, I follow my gut and take Peter into my mouth.
He groans, hands flexing in my hair like he wants to throw me off, but then he relaxes.
I’m gentle with him, careful to avoid the over-sensitive head as I lick him clean.
I grind against my hand as I work him, the flavors of him and Rose bursting together on my tongue, until I cum again. A fluttering, satisfying burst.
When I sit back on my heels, Rose runs her thumb over my swollen lips.
“That was so special,” she says.
“I’m glad you two are getting along so well,” Peter says, like he isn’t very happy about it at all.
I wonder if he’s jealous. I wonder if he’s right to feel that way.
I can’t explain my attraction to Rose, so I don’t know how much of a problem it is.
I sit on the couch on her other side, putting her between us again.
My fingers and face all smell like her. I squirm in my seat.
“I hope our efforts will be fruitful,” Rose says serenely. She takes each of our hands and places them on her flat belly and makes a soft hum in her chest. “I have a good feeling about it. There’s a lot of love here.”
The next day is the first full one without her, and it feels strange. We’ve spent most of our married life alone together, but now the house feels empty and quiet with just the two of us.
I reach for him in bed that night and although I know she’s on both of our minds, it makes things better. I feel connected to him again, like our souls are touching, at least until he gets close.
I can feel him tightening, his arms bulging on either side of me, and I brace myself for the warm splash of his seed. It feels like it’s been forever since he filled me up, even if it’s only been a few days. His cum has become like liquid gold, every drop saved for our princess.
This time is no different. With no warning he pulls out, crashing his full weight on top of me. My breath whooshes out.
“You okay?” I ask, tapping his sweaty shoulder. He pushes up one elbow, rolling to the side.
“Yeah, sorry. I was close.”
“I know,” I roll my body against him. “I could feel you.”
He takes a deep breath and sighs, rubbing his eyes like he’s tired or holding something back. My chest grows tight. What now?
“Don’t you think that I should… well, shouldn’t I be saving it for Rose?”
My stomach drops, but my pussy pulses with lust. Just hearing her name turns me on, even if I dread it.
“Her ovulation window is over. You want to keep trying with her? Shouldn’t we wait and see?”
“There’s nothing wrong with making sure,” he says, defensively.
“You just want to keep fucking her,” I snap before I can stop myself. I regret it before the words even fully leave my mouth.
“Don’t you? I caught you with her.”
“You didn’t catch us.” He absolutely had. I’ve been wondering what would’ve happened if he hadn’t—would she have touched me too? Would I have wanted her to?
We both fall silent. My heart is pounding. It’s so strange to lie in our bed and know we’re both thinking about sex with the same woman.
“Is that how it is now?” I ask, my voice quiet and on the edge of breaking.
“Maybe we should invite her over tomorrow. No pressure, let’s just hang out. We won’t know anything about the baby for a few weeks.” Peter talks to the ceiling and my chest feels tight.
“You want to have a game night with our surrogate?”
“It’s just a suggestion.” His annoyance is palpable as he turns onto his side, away from me.
I sigh. This has all gotten so out of control, but the truth is, I want her here too.
I miss her when she’s not around. This connection between the three of us is new and exciting and it’s taken over everything.
I don’t want it to end—I want it to go deeper.
And if she really does grow pregnant with our baby? Then we might be in this forever.