But Jack is already in motion. He slips away and springs out of the bed, his cock tenting his boxers. “Gotta piss,” he says, and hurries out the door while Bennett groans sleepily.
“Aw.” Mangelli hugs me against him, his big spoon to my little spoon. “Sorry. Didn’t mean to scare him off.”
Might have been for the better. Now I know Jack isn’t ready for more, and I’m not sure that I am, either.
Mangelli gives me a kiss on the top of my head before hopping out of bed, which leaves me with Bennett, who’s struggling back to consciousness. Bennett grabs me before I can escape and hauls me in, bundling me up with him under the blankets.
“Don’ wanna get up,” he mumbles, holding me like a stuffed animal.
“Bennett’s always like this in the morning,” says Mangelli as he hunts around the closet for his clothes. “Hates waking up more than anything.”
That’s cute. I let Bennett cuddle me a while longer before Jack pads down the hallway, calling out, “Time to get up!”
Bennett groans and releases me, and then we’re all out of bed and getting ready for the day.
“That was wonderful,” Mangelli says as we head out the front door, and Bennett locks up behind us. “I loved sleeping next to you.”
Jack stands nearby, scratching the back of his head. He won’t look directly at me, like he’s embarrassed. So I walk over to him and wrap my arms around him, bold as I can, hoping he’ll understand that I’m still interested in him even in the light of day.
“Thank you,” I murmur against his chest, and after a moment’s hesitation, Jack hugs me back.
“Always.”
Bennett
After having Bree over, I feel reborn. New. Fresh. Excited for the future.
I think we really, really needed this.
We all decide to give her some space until she reaches out to us again, but things at home get better immediately. We’re all in brighter moods the following day. Jack remarks that the bed still smells like her, and I catch him sniffing the pillow later.
Arthur told me he caught Jack and Bree making out. That’s a very positive sign.
Even better, all of our sex drives have been triggered at once. The next night, before we’ve even had dinner, Jack throws Arthur down on his back and spreads his legs apart, expression intent, maybe closer to feral. I thought I’d be involved, but instead, I sit and watch as Jack fucks Arthur senseless, until our husband is arching his back and crying out, his cock spurting cum as Jack makes him orgasm once, and then again, before letting go.
I wonder if he would fuck Bree like that. I want to get to see it.
She shoots Arthur a text message a few nights later to see if we want to get together, and I’m over the moon to hear from her. We invite her over, and this time, I cook.
No, I don’t mess it up.
Bree falls asleep during the movie, so I pick her up and carry her into the bedroom, where Jack pulls aside the blankets so I can scoot her in. But Bree doesn’t want to let go of me, so I manage to slip off my pants before climbing in next to her.
This is exactly what I needed.
The following week, Jack pitches taking Bree out to dinner. Arthur and I are both surprised by this turn of events but try not to show it.
“What?” says Jack, who notices our expressions anyway. “You don’t think I can be romantic?”
“I think you can do whatever you set your mind to.” I shake his shoulder playfully. “If you want it to be romantic, we could always wear something nice. Take her to a fancy spot.”
I wonder what she’d wear. I bet someone as stylish as Bree has a great collection.
“Ask her if she’s free at seven tomorrow,” says Jack. “I’ll make a reservation.”
Arthur reports back that she’s available, and Jack quickly makes the call.
We put on our best clothes that aren’t suits, which results in me in a collared shirt and slacks, Arthur in a polo, and Jack in a slim-fitting gray vest.
