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“If you’re thinking about not telling me,” she warned, “you should just blurt it out. I want to know!”
“She wanted…” Andrew stroked Melinda’s hair back and kissed her on the temple. He really was doting on her, I noted. “She wanted to be filled by all three of us. At the same time.”
“Much like that.” I pointed at the video playing on the phone. “With a third cock for her mouth, of course.”
Melinda’s eyes widened. “Oh. You mean…”
I nodded.
“One of you… put it in her butt?”
“That would be Andrew, by virtue of his girth. No offense.”
“None taken. I’m very happy with my hardware.”
“Wouldn’t that… hurt?” Melinda asked.
“You have to work up to that, from what I understand,” I explained. “This woman was no stranger to anal sex, though previously it was with a single man. What the three of us did was her first time. I seem to recall her enjoying it quite thoroughly.”
“Oh, she liked it all right,” Andrew added. “I’ve never heard a woman make noises like that before.”
“Wow, okay.” Melinda’s eyes were wide, but I could see the gears turning in her head. Thinking about it. Considering it. “You definitely can’t get pregnant that way.”
“Indeed you cannot,” I agreed.
She kissed me on the cheek, did the same to Andrew, then put her phone away and snuggled up under the covers. She tucked her head against my lap, making a happy little noise as she wrapped the thick comforter around her.
“Are we going to sleep, then?” I asked.
“Mmm hmm,” she purred.
“I have to take my contact lenses out and brush my teeth,” I said. I wasn’t comfortable sleeping in someone else’s bed. Sex was one thing, but sleep was far more… personal. We had split up last night after the parlor affair, and I had assumed we would do the same this evening.
“Stay. Cuddle. Just for a little while,” Melinda said.
“Very well.” I gently caressed her hair. It was nice.
“How do the two of you feel about it?” she asked. “Essentially being sperm donors for Pierce.”
“I don’t have a problem with it,” Andrew said.
“Nor do I,” I agreed. “We signed documents regarding the custody of such a situation.”
“I don’t mean the legal aspect of it,” she said softly. “You would be okay if I gave birth to a little baby who looks exactly like one of you? It wouldn’t bother you that a child, your own flesh and blood, was being raised by someone else?”
“I don’t know how I would feel,” Andrew admitted. “I think I would be okay with it. There’s a lot more to being a father than genetics.”
“That’s almost word-for-word what Pierce said about it.” Melinda snuggled closer to me. “What about you, Tristan?”
“I fail to see why it would be a concern,” I said carefully. “Surely you of all people would understand why we are not worried.”
“Really? Why is that?”
“Because you are doing precisely the same thing,” I pointed out. “You’re lending your genetic material to the creation of a child who will never be your own. With the added complexity that you will be growing it inside of you for nine months. Compared to that, our jobs as potential sperm donors are minuscule.”
For a moment, I was afraid that I had gone too far. The last thing I wanted to do was give Melinda second thoughts about her status as a surrogate. If she got cold feet at this stage…
But she just shrugged her shoulders against me. “Good point. Enough talking. More snuggling. Andrew.” She snapped her fingers in the air. “Snuggles.”
