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  Enough to set my gay heart atwitter but what surprises me, even more, is the tingling I feel in my groin. This shit is hot.

  She doesn’t say anything, but her body moves almost imperceptibly closer to him, her legs opening just slightly. Offering him access.

  Dexter rakes his eyes down her body, from her face, down her ample breasts, past those curvy hips of hers and finally rests on the legs directly in front of him.

  His hands move up from her ankles, palming her calves, brushing her thighs and finally slipping underneath her dress to cup her butt.

  She lets out a little sound. It’s breathless and delicate and sends a surge straight through my voyeuristic cock.

  He stands up and lifts her in one swoop. She automatically wraps her legs around him and he carries her into the bedroom.

  Damn, that was smooth!

  I follow them and turn on the light, dimming it to something more appropriate for sexy time.

  He places her on the edge of the bed and kneels in front of her. He’s so tall, and she’s so tiny that even like this she hardly has to lean forward to start their first kiss.

  It’s soft. Tender and shy.

  He breaks his mouth away and starts to kiss down her throat. My head moves along with hers, imagining the feel of his lips, knowing the fire that it starts.

  She moans again and lets her head drop backward, her hands entwined in his hair.

  I think they’ve forgotten all about me, and I’m glad. I’ve never seen anything as erotic as watching my husband, the love of my life, get it on with a woman.

  I’m a little surprised at myself, but when it comes to turn-ons, I learned a long time ago to enjoy yourself when there’s a joy to be had.

  He slips the straps off her shoulders and reveals her chest. Her breasts seem large for her tiny body, and they’re held in place by a sheer, skin-colored lace brassiere. It’s almost invisible. I can see her nipples perfectly. I study them. So similar to a man’s, yet so different.

  Dexter appears to like them. He takes one in his mouth. She moans and arches her back, pressing into him.

  I imagine his tongue tracing circles around her nipple, and my cock strains against my restrictive pants. I’m desperate to take my pants off and start handling myself, but I refuse to be the first to get naked.

  Dexter pulls her dress down further, so it pools around her waist, and then pushes the bottom up, to reveal her legs and, at their pinnacle, matching lacy underwear.

  I catch only glimpses because Dexter’s body is blocking my view of her.

  He continues his trail of kisses down her body. I’m riveted. My erection twitches when he finally reaches her…lady parts.

  He kisses there too.

  It looks softer than when he takes me in his mouth. I know he can be gentle as well as roughly passionate, but this is different. He teases her overtop or her panties until she’s panting.

  I’m panting along with her.

  He slips her panties off and stands up. Finally, he starts unbuttoning his shirt. She opens her eyes and gets to work on his pants. He’s naked in all his glory in seconds.

  As I undress, I watch her hands explore his beautiful muscled chest. My husband is a god.

  Her hands roam downwards until they brush against his fully erect cock. I watch as she runs her hands over them. Softly. Everything is so soft with her.

  It’s his turn to throw his head back in pleasure. Fuck me, this is hot.

  She leans forward to lick him delicately, pulling a groan from him. Encouraged, she takes him in her mouth and moves her head up and down.

  I have no trouble imagining how amazing that feels and my own cock is hard in my hand. I stroke it in time to her head bobbing.

  After a minute, she draws back and says his name, almost begging. “Dexter.”

  I move to the side table where I’ve got condoms and lube ready and waiting. I hold them both out to him, but he grabs only a condom. Unwrapping it quickly, he slides it on.

  I keep holding the lubrication, but he gives me a half-smile. One eyebrow raised, he nods at me, as if I should use it.

  Then he turns back to Fiona, slips his hands under her ass, and pulls her hips off the bed to meet his groin. She falls back into what looks like bridge position, but her hands grip the duvet underneath her and she’s looking at Dex with need.

  He positions himself at her entrance and slides deep inside. I’m mesmerized.

  Watching my husband bury himself deep inside Fiona is not just erotic, but beautiful.

  No lube. Apparently, there are some perks to sex with a vagina that I never considered before.

  Thinking about the lube in my hand I work my way behind Dexter and start massaging his ass as he penetrates Fiona. He groans in response and I hear her echo him.

  I squirt some lube on my hand and begin to work my finger around his hole. He’s already aroused and relaxed and I’m shocked at how easily my finger slides inside of him. I feel him tense around my finger as he thrusts forwards.

  I play with his ass moving my finger inside him, finding his prostate and stimulating it. His moans are getting louder, and I can hear Fiona making her small, feminine noises as he slams into her.

  I slide my condom on and squirt out another healthy measure of lube.

  I’m hard and I want to lose myself in my husband, as he’s lost inside Fiona. But I take my time, letting him adjust, savoring his tightness.

  I try to time my movements to his. Everything feels the same, and yet different. Normally when I top, he’s bent forward, taking it while stroking his own cock. Today, he’s leading, and his ass tightens around me with each thrust.

  I find that I barely move, and this slight alteration is exciting and new, and I feel the glorious orgasmic pressure mounting inside me.

  Dexter is moaning, more than usual. I imagine what it must feel like for him, to be giving and receiving at the same time. My cock spasms just at the thought of it, and I dig my fingers into my own butt cheeks to keep myself from exploding right now.

  He’s close, and tonight is all about his pleasure.

  I love listening to him. He’s not much of a talker, but the grunting makes up for it in spades.

  He’s speeding up, slamming into Fiona ferociously. He’s not taking me as deeply as usual but having him lead and the tightness of his ass is driving me crazy.

  “Holy fuck, Dexter,” I gasp out.

  “Yes,” I can hear Fiona answer.

  “Harder,” is Dexter’s response, spat out with urgency. I don’t know if he’s talking to me or Fiona or even himself, but all three of us start moving more vigorously.

  I hold onto his hips and drive into him deeply. His ass tightens around me, and I can feel it starting to pulse, telling me he’s past the point of no return.

  I let go of my self-control, wanting to come with him. Within seconds I feel the contractions of his orgasm milking my cock. It’s fucking amazing. His victorious moans of ecstasy put me over the top, and I feel the pressure exploding out of me.

  I pump into him, riding the waves of our mutual orgasm.

  He tightens up quickly after reaching his climax and I carefully pull myself out of him. A wave of contented exhaustion hits me almost immediately.

  I pull my condom off and watch him stand up, sliding out of her. He pulls his condom off and I offer to take it to dispose of. It’s wet. Not lube slippery, but wet.

  Just another mystery of female sex.

  CHAPTER 8

  Dexter

  I wake up with not one but two furry heads tickling my chin. Harley is in his customary position on my right, with half of his body draped over me and his head on my shoulder.

  Fiona is mirroring him on my left.

  I wonder if Harley realizes how like him she is. They look nothing alike, but they’re so similar. I never realized she had such a crude streak until dinner last night. She’s always so poised at the office. But her and Harley had
played off each other all night long.

  And then when we had got back to the house, it was like I could predict what she wanted.

  I didn’t realize how much I had missed the soft, supple beauty of a woman’s body. Having Harley join in to give me the hard masculinity I’ve learned to love so much had resulted in the best sex of my life.

  And Harley and I have had some pretty incredible sex over the years.

  Last night was a league of its own.

  I can’t help but wonder what’s going to happen next.

  From the first glass of wine, last night felt like a bit of a dream. Not quite real. But today, in the sunshine, we’re all going to have to face the day and figure out how to navigate through our real lives with last night lingering in our memory.

  I feel Harley’s stomach rumble, and I smile. He’s always starving first thing in the morning. I feel him kiss my neck as he sleepily wakes up. Fiona stirs too, yawning and sending warm breath across my chest, making my nipples harden with the sensation.

  “Mmm. I’m starving,” Harley says groggily, rubbing his eyes.

  “Oh god,” Fiona replies, “Me too.”

  They are so similar it’s weird.

  I plant a kiss on the tops of both their heads and stretch. They grumble but take it as a signal to unwrap themselves from me.

  I watch as they both go through their own series of stretches. Harley is lean, everything about him long. Fiona is small and soft and curvaceous. They present a pretty sight to wake up to.

  I could get used to this, I think.

  The three of us bump and shuffle through our morning routines, coming and going from the shower and the bathroom sink.

  Even though they complain about being hungry, Harley and Fiona take just over an hour to get themselves presentable enough to go out for breakfast. I mostly just sit and watch them. I was showered, dressed and ready in less than 15 minutes. But they put on quite a show.

  It was like watching a caterpillar turn into a butterfly. They’re both perfect without a stitch of clothes or, in Fiona’s case, makeup, but they blossom as they cover themselves with their accessories and spray their hair in place.

  In the end, I walked out of the door like a proud peacock, my bright colors being the two people walking beside me. I couldn’t help but feel like people were watching us and wondering, and I had a permanent smile the entire 5-minute walk to the cozy breakfast bar Harley and I love.

  I’m not usually one to put my relationship or sexuality on display, but this morning I liked the attention. I wanted the world to know that the three of us were here together. I felt like the afterglow of great sex was still surrounding us.

  “Last night was special,” I say softly. Putting my feelings into words was never my strong suit, but “special” seemed like the right phrase. “Thank you, Fiona. Thank you, Harley. Happy Anniversary, husband.”

  Both of their faces get a bit more pink, which I always find adorable.

  After breakfast, than accusation Fiona calls her driver and gets her things together for the ride back into the city. The rest of the weekend is to be the private, secluded time I have planned on.

  I am a bit disappointed to see her leave, but Harley and I have a lot to talk about.

  Before she leaves I remind her to come see me Monday morning. I’ll have to figure out some way to elevate her at work without making it into sexual favors. I don’t want anyone ever thinking that she slept her way to the top.

  Fiona has earned an advancement. I’m a bit annoyed at myself for not thinking of it sooner.

  As a natural calm takes over the beach house again, Harley stands watching me, looking like he’s about to burst with excitement all over again.

  I laugh at him. “What?”

  “Was that the greatest night of your life or what?”

  I walk over to him and take him in my arms. “Every night that I get to fall asleep next to you is the greatest night of my life.” I kiss his head, and he squeezes me tight. It’s important to me that he really understands that he is everything I need in life.

  But I’m willing to admit that he was right. Not everything is strictly about needs. Some things are simply wants and adventures.

  “Yes, last night was amazing. Thank you. And I’m sorry I reacted so badly at first. I think I would have been shocked to see any woman presented to me in a box, but seeing Fiona sent me for a bit of a trip.” We separate and move to the couch to talk more comfortably.

  “I can’t even imagine. I honestly had no idea. You’ve told me about your receptionist before, but you never said she was so cute! Or fun. Or sassy. God, that girl can give some sass. I never knew you were attracted to her.”

  That last comment I know was more a question than an accusation, but I can’t help but feel a twinge of guilt.

  “I wasn’t,” I answer immediately. And then, on reflection, I add, “At least I wasn’t until recently. I started noticing her, as a woman, a few weeks ago. I don’t know why. She’s been working for me for over a year and it’s like just recently a light was turned on and I have been, well, noticing her.” I stop talking, feeling guilty.

  “It’s because she’s single now,” Harley says.

  “You think I have radar for single people?”

  He scoffs at me. “No, and your gaydar sucks too, for the record. But she’s changed. She said so herself. She feels like she’s herself again. With her lame-ass ex hanging around her neck she probably wasn’t oozing the sex appeal and confidence that she is now. You’re noticing her because she wants to be noticed.”

  That makes sense. It doesn’t make me feel any less guilty, but it does explain why Fi suddenly caught my eye after so long. It wasn’t about my relationship with Harley changing. It was about Fiona’s relationship with herself changing. I was just caught in the fire, so to speak.

  “It’s ok that you noticed her,” Harley says, putting his hand on my thigh. “It doesn’t mean you love me any less.”

  I look at him, loving him more now than I ever have before. “I love you more every day,” I say.

  He leans against me. “I feel the same. You make my world go round, my sexy Dexy. You are the person I want to share my life with, and the person I go to for almost everything. But I don’t take you shopping, and you don’t ask me for advice on building techniques. There is room for other people in our lives. It’s healthy for us to have other people. We’ll never resent each other if we’re always open and honest.”

  The lump in my throat stops me from answering right away. He’s told me all this before, and I’ve always agreed. When it came to shopping or building techniques. But I wasn’t ready to believe that sex could be like that too.

  But last night had been incredible, and now here we are, still in love. The world’s not crashing down around my ears.

  “Did you have fun last night?” I ask.

  “Oh, fuck yeah! I could watch you get serviced every night and it would never get old. I’m not attracted to Fiona the same way you are, but I can appreciate a beautiful woman. Especially when we’re working together to make your toes curl. Last night was fucking amazing.”

  My toes had curled last night, that was for sure. I’m relieved to know that he enjoyed it as much as I did. Maybe not in the same way, but in a good way nonetheless.

  “I’m not sure how I’m going to handle Fiona on Monday,” I admit, worry creeping back in. “It’s going to be interesting working with her now. Remembering last night, knowing the potential and not pursuing it.”

  “So pursue it,” Harley says, matter-of-factly. “I had fun, you had fun. If I’m any judge of the noises women make in the throes of ecstasy, Fiona had fun too. Why not see where it goes?”

  I look at him, not quite sure I understand. “Like, date her?” I ask.

  “Sure. We make an adorable throuple! I’ll finally have someone who understands my babble and you get lady bits to poke at. You can at least ask her if she’s intere
sted.”

  “A throuple?”

  7 years married to this man, and not a day goes by that he doesn’t mystify me.

  “I love you,” I say.

  EPILOGUE

  Three Months Later

  Fiona

  “I’m on my way, Boss.” I hang up my phone and dash across the road, my arms full of material samples. I toss them into my new car and do my best to hurry back to the office without breaking any speed limits.

  I click on the air con and get a happy little thrill, just like I always do. This isn’t my broken-down beater car. This is a luxe Lincoln with power everything.

  It’s not technically mine. It’s a company car that Harley bought for me. When he saw my old beater, he had squealed in disgust and declared that no PA of his was going to be seen in a piece of shit like that.

  I couldn’t argue. I shudder, imagining putting these samples in the back of that car.

  Becoming Harley’s PA has been one of the two greatest things that have ever happened to me. The other is becoming Harley & Dexter’s girlfriend.

  The past three months have been like something out of a fantasy.

  Remembering my horror at being found in the box by my boss, basically as a sex offering, is still painfully humiliating, but worth it, now that I know the outcome.

  Going into work the next Monday had been excruciatingly nerve-wracking. I was terrified that Dexter would fire me.

  The words “I hate to admit this, but I think you’re too talented to be my receptionist any longer” are burned into my memory. Even now, remembering him say it makes my stomach feel like it’s falling.

  But then he had kept talking. He had told me about Harley’s business, and how quickly it was growing. He had asked if I’d be interested in being his personal assistant.

  The personal assistant to an interior designer who works with celebrities on their Hampton homes. At double the pay. With, it turns out, a company car.