“But the sex was good? That’s what you meant, right?” Helena asked.
“Babe, that was so long ago. I think in my mind, it was probably better than it actually was because–”
“Would you want to do it again?”
“Dowhatagain?”
“Have sex with Nia.”
“What? No, I want you.”
“I don’t meanbewith Nia. I mean have sex with her.”
“No, Helena.” Becky sighed. “Maybe I shouldn’t have told you. It was so long ago; it doesn’t even really matter. I just thought you should know since we’re doing this now.”
“I’m asking if you’d want to have sex with Niaandme.”
Becky’s eyes went wide.
“You’re asking me if I’d want to have a threesome with you and Nia?”
“Yes.”
“MyfriendNia?” she checked.
“Yes, her and your brand-new girlfriend, who’s also interested in having a threesome at least once in her life and thinks Nia is hot.”
“You do?” Becky asked, a little concern seeping into her tone now.
Helena stood up, moved around the small table now littered with their finished dinner and empty wineglasses, and nodded for Becky to turn her chair. Then, she knelt in front of Becky and spread her legs.
“Yes, I do. But she’s not nearly as hot as you are. You are gorgeous to me, but it’s more than that. Nia is someone I could have sex with, but she’s not someone I’d ever want to share my life with. I want one person, and I want them to be there, too. I don’t want a visitor. I want a wife. God, finally. I want a wife, babe.”
“Me too,” she said with a smile.
“And, since we’re here, it might be the best time to try something new. That was part of what this week was about. Youwerethinking of trying those new toys out there anyway. Maybewe try new things here, see what we want totake homewith us, and see what stays here after we go.”
“What, like what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas?”
“Why not? We should be honest with each other, right?”
“Yes.”
Helena slid her hands under Becky’s skirt, tugged at the waistband of her panties, and Becky lifted herself to allow her to remove them.
“Do you want to have sex with Nia again?”
“Yes,” she said. “I had a girlfriend for a long time, and she wasn’t interested in threesomes at all. Then, I–”
Becky had stopped talking when Helena started kissing the inside of her thighs.
“Then, what?”
“Then, I met you, and you know the rest ofthatstory.”
“I know the start of it, anyway,” Helena said and smiled up at her. “How would you feel about me being on top of you, sitting on your face?”
“What? Fuck, yes. I want that. Bed?”
