Stay Away from Her Pt. 08

I heard you like sex in your erotica, so I got you some sex in your erotica. You sickos are the absolute best.

October

"Fresh new kicks! And pants, you got it like that so you know you wanna dance," I rap, bouncing Seth in my arms. "So move, out of your seat, and get a fly girl and catch this beat--"

A snort makes me whirl around, which Seth loves.

"Don't let me stop you," Todd laughs from the hallway. "You were killing it."

"Shut up," I reply automatically, but I'm in too good a mood for him to ruin it. MC Hammer and I are keeping my son happy amidst the woes of an ear infection. Seth beats my chest and throws his head back trustingly. I catch him as he plunges toward the floor, and Seth shrieks.

"Moh," he demands, squirming happily. "Moh, moh, moh."

"Your choice of music is... not The Wiggles," Todd comments as he watches me catch Seth again.

"I know what my kid likes," I retort.

He grins. "Next you should teach him 'Splash Waterfalls.'"

"Nah, bro. 'WAP,' because Seth is a feminist."

"Oh for sure."

"Heh. Why are you home?" I catch my thrill-seeking kid again.

"A site visit got canceled, so I don't have to be back at the office until three. I came to see if Seth wanted to go out for lunch. You're allowed to come if you want."

My first reaction is to make a billion legit excuses. Not without Chrisette. Seth is still mostly on baby food; we'd have to pack so much. A restaurant high chair situation is unpredictable. A lot of men's restrooms still don't have changing tables. What if Seth is fussy and we bother everyone else. While I'm still picking which excuse to give, Todd jumps in.

"Listen, I'll be here as backup. The diaper bag is already packed, Chrissy wouldn't care, and if things get too messy we'll pack things up to go."

My brain starts forming even more potential chaos, but Todd throws a stuffed animal at me.

"Come on. If I take Seth alone you'll have me arrested for kidnapping. I want sushi."

"Sushi does sound good," I admit.

Todd claps me on the shoulder like a buddy. "Boys' trip to Fuji Kaitenzushi!"

It occurs to me once we're there that this might be a trap. Here, surrounded by other people, trying to handle feeding ourselves and a baby, we seem normal. Like we get along. I don't know if we look like a family, but it kinda feels like when my parents were still together and they would take me to get a burger if I had a good report card. That little hour when they seemed to like each other because they were proud of me.

Seth mushes rice into his mouth, babbling loudly at anyone passing by.

"He starts so strong," Todd laughs. "He says 'Oh! Hi!' like real words are coming after, and then it's gobbledygook."

I agree. "But he's gotta talk to everybody. I thought babies this age were supposed to have stranger danger." Honestly, this could not have gone better. Seth has been having the time of his life with the chopstick wrappers, I had sushi for the first time in years, and Todd was being extremely neutral. Sure, his foot was touching my foot, but maybe he thought it was a table leg.

Our server, who was really just there to bring drinks and count plates, kept coming back to say hi to Seth. He was fascinated by her, so it gave her a good excuse. At one point she goes, "You're gonna be so much trouble for your dads, aren't you!" and Todd looked so fucking pleased that I didn't correct her. I even had the server take a picture of us to send to Chrisette. She texted back My handsome boys! with a heart eyes emoji.

It isn't until we're almost home that Todd goes, "Thanks for coming with me. It's my mom's--my last foster mom--her birthday, and I didn't feel like being alone all day."

"Oh, uh, sure man. Anytime," I say awkwardly.

I guess last year he would have been with Sasha, and with Chrisette constantly working late maybe I was the only available option. I'm pretty sure Todd has friends. Or maybe he didn't recover from when he and Chrisette imploded their friend group after Sasha caught them together.

"Do you, like, do anything special to remember her?" I ask because 'I miss my dead mom' is kinda heavy to end on.

"Sort of. I try to live like her. Her main thing was making sure we felt stable and loved, so..." he trails off as we get out of his truck.

"Ah, so Seth's first real restaurant experience, shit like that?"

"Yeah, shit like that."

Seth fell asleep in his car seat, and I'm about to pick him up when I allow myself to think a little bit about what Todd was saying. "Do you want to take him inside?"

Todd is clearly surprised. "Take Seth? Yeah, of course." He hustles over and gently unbuckles the car seat. I'm pretty sure he hasn't done this part before, but he looks like a natural. Seth barely stirs when he's picked up, just nestles into Todd's arms like a little angel. I follow them inside with all the baby gear, dumping it on the dining table before a detour to the bathroom. Todd does know how to put Seth down for a nap. I don't need to hover.

I don't have to work, but I grab my tablet anyway and plop down on the couch. Todd does his own thing for a while, at least until he comes out to bother me while he puts his shoes on.

"Some time ago you told me why you stay, but... what if you took Seth with you?" are literally the first words he says since we walked inside.

I twist on the couch to look at him. He's in his I-have-a-meeting clothes, which gives me funny feelings after that one time in the shower. Kinda takes the sting out of my are you stupid glare. "It's my house."

"You have equity," he points out. "Sell it or rent it out."

"Tell me how I'm supposed to leave my wife." That's not exactly what I mean. What I mean is for him to tell me how to leave Chrisette. Live wire Chrisette, intoxicating Chrisette, the first woman who really saw value in me, who invested in me as a human being, who married me, who bore my child. How do I turn my back on her? When she needs me the most, how do I walk away?

And when she's gone, and Todd with her, like,... those early weeks of solo parenting were some of the hardest of my life. I can admit that I'm scared of doing that again

Todd, however, shakes his head. "Be honest, Jesse. If you want monogamy, Chrisette has made it pretty clear that she's never going to be that person."

"Was she cheating on me the whole time?" I ask before I can stop myself.

"Do you mean like, did Chrissy have another boyfriend, or did she just hook up with a random guy once in a blue moon?" Todd clarifies, though that tells me everything I didn't want to know.

"There's nothing wrong with wanting monogamy," I mutter bitterly.

"No, but if that's so important to you then why not look for someone who feels the same way?"

I thought I had. "So if I'm gone you and Chrisette can fuck everyone you want, together. That's real precious."

Maybe because he's determined to keep the good mood of sushi lunch going, Todd doesn't match my anger. "For one, being polyamorous is not the same as pansexual. It's how you prefer being in relationships versus whom you're attracted to."

"Bullshit."

"Are you thinking about us?" He says it so casually that I flush. "I'll admit that early on, I was most interested in knocking you off your high horse."

"Ha."

He did, that's for damn sure. More importantly, I don't like hearing "us" come out of his mouth.

Todd sighs as he stands. "You know, I got held back in school. Twice."

What does that have to do with anything?

He goes on. "The first time was kindergarten, which is not uncommon, but the second time I was in junior high."

"What happened?" I ask in spite of myself.

"New foster family that wasn't working out--some of them don't give a shit as long as they get their stipend from the state." Todd shrugs. "I got suspended for skipping, I stopped trying, I dunno. I think I'd been in survival mode with no coping mechanisms and it all just caught up to me. The only reason I even graduated high school is because of my mom."

"Why are you telling me this?"

"Because I see you drowning, man. I want to help, but you're determined to stay underwater."

I can't believe my ears. This motherfucker--

"That came out wrong," Todd apologizes, giving me the old calm down hands. "What I meant is that I am trying really hard to change the way you and I relate to each other, and I wish you would let me."

Whatever my face is telling him, Todd laughs a little. "We can at least be on the same team. Team Seth and Chrisette."

"Okay," I agree grouchily.

He shakes his head, but he's smiling. "Jesus. You might be the most stubborn man I've ever met."

"Oh, I'm stubborn? Me?" I gesture so wildly with my stylus that I nearly poke my eye out. "Todd, why are you here? You could have literally anyone you wanted, but you're fucking with my marriage."

He gives me a smarmy little grin. "Anyone I wanted, huh?"

"No, dude," I groan. "I didn't mean it like that, obviously. I'm saying that you're calculating enough to, like, weasel your way into whatever relationship you want."

"Maybe this is exactly what I want."

"Bullshit."

"Almost," he says, looking sideways at me.

Even across the room he feels too close. I lean away.

Todd smiles. "You couldn't tell?" His tone is soft, warm, gentle. It gives me goosebumps.

"What are you talking about, dude?" I ask nervously. "You're being fucking weird."

Rolling his eyes, Todd walks out of the room, calling, "Sure, Jesse," over his shoulder.

October, still

It's well after midnight when I hear the front door open. Before I have the chance to roll over and check, Todd grumbles from the far side of the bed.

"The fuck is that?"

I sigh. "I'll go look."

There has to be a word for the feeling of being completely shocked and immediately unsurprised. Of course it would be Chrisette with a strange man. Some college-aged dummy who is as drunk as my wife, struggles to unzip his pants while Chrisette tosses her shirt across the room. She sees me, giggles, waves a condom packet around, and goes back to removing her clothes. I head back to bed.

"Is it Chrissy?" Todd mumbles tiredly when I climb back in.

"And some guy. Looks like a frat boy," I reply.

"You gotta be fucking kidding me."

I let out a sigh. "Nope. This is what it's like."

"Sorry, man. Sorry."

At that moment, at least, I completely believe him.

November

"I want Todd there."

My response is immediate. "Absolutely not." On the first date night we'll have since Seth was born?

"I need him," Chrisette insists, yanking the fitted sheet over a corner of the mattress. "Just for when we get home. With you, I've had trouble letting go of all this heaviness and negativity, and that is preventing me from achieving orgasm."

Oh, come on. "How is Todd going to solve that problem?" I ask sarcastically, tossing her one side of the flat sheet. "Hypnosis?"

"He has naturally positive energy--"

I point at his side of the bed. "The Todd that I know? He does not."

"And," Chrisette finishes, "there hasn't been a time when we've had sex and I didn't come at least once. So even if he's just there to give encouragement, that'll be enough."

I put my hands up. "Hang on. Were you faking it with me? Am I total shit in bed?"

She folds her arms. "Don't make this about you, Jesse."

"I'm half the equation here! Just tell me, please."

"No, you're not shit, it's just..."

"Do I need to munch more on that sweet puss?" I ask, wiggling my eyebrows to disguise how soul-crushing this conversation suddenly got. Thankfully, Chrisette laughs.

"That's never not what I'm saying," she chuckles, "but it's seriously a mental block. It's not your fault, baby, but when we're together the weight of our responsibilities really hampers my sex drive. And I want to be able to enjoy you."

On the one hand, I'm confused about how bringing in Todd will help with that libido-sucking mental load she's carrying. On the other hand, she called me baby and is offering me sex.

I frown, but agree. "For you, one time, and never again."

Chrisette winds her arms around my waist. "My good little Grumpy Dimple Boy," she sings, and kisses me. "And shave the beard. This is going to be really good for us. I promise."

I'm too chickenshit to ask what she's hoping it'll do for me in particular. Or to ask Todd how he's handling the whole thing. In fact, I manage to extra avoid him right until date night.

"Seth is getting a bath tonight," Todd says as he walks in the living room. "I think he has broccoli in his hair."

"Oh, okay. Thanks."

I don't know why I'm so nervous to go out with the woman I married. Maybe because I can see my chin for the first time in a year and it's weird.

"Is this tie-shirt combo okay?" I ask Todd worriedly. I've never been to the ballet before, but Chrisette wants to see it. There are a lot of opinions online about what to wear to the ballet, and none of it was helpful.

"It's good. You look..." He scans me up and down and then gives me a pointed smile. "... edible."

I flip him off. Todd snaps his teeth, which for some reason makes me laugh.

"You're fuckin' stupid sometimes," I say.

"Sometimes you're the best of us, Jesse."

Just as I'm about to tell him to fuck off I realize that he's being sincere. "Wait, what?"

Chrisette walks out of the hall at that moment and I have to catch my breath. If that dress were cut any lower I'd be able to see her belly button. It clings to every single curve on her body, the modest black doing nothing to hide the roundness of her breasts. Her hair is in some simple updo that shows off her graceful neck, her full lips are red, and her dark eyes are soft and welcoming. "Hot damn," I exhale, and she grins at me.

"You like?" she asks playfully, turning around so I can see the sparkly zipper that goes all the way down the back of her dress.

"I don't know if I can make it through dinner," I reply, and Chrisette laughs.

It's like old times. The good times, when we had things to talk about that weren't us, and funny stories that we'd saved until we could tell them to each other in person. When I would look at her and be so fucking grateful that she chose to spend even a second of her day with me.

We're almost finished with dinner when a line of servers approaches our table with melodicas and tambourines. "What the hell?" I say under my breath to Chrisette. She bites her lip, trying and failing to hold back a mischievous grin. She's pointing her phone at me... oh no.

"Happy birthday!" shouts our waitress, producing a plate full of Italian cream cake. The rest of the servers burst into song, the restaurant's version of "Happy Birthday To You." There's a paper crown involved.

"What have you done?" I mouth at my wife, who is outright giggling at this point. My face is so hot you could fry a fucking egg on it.

The servers wrap up with a big hooray, and the entire fucking restaurant starts applauding. I'm going to have to leave a bigger tip than I planned.

"I wanted free cake," Chrisette says with a shrug, dragging the plate towards her.

I knock her fork away with mine. "This cake is the product of my humiliation." It tastes damn good, though.

"I told them they weren't going to see your ID because you don't drink. I made this happen," she argues, and nabs a bite while I'm preoccupied with the heaven in my mouth.

"We could have just ordered dessert."

Chrisette shrugs cutely. "But... free cake."

There's a little whipped cream on her lip when I kiss her. "You're fucking adorable," I growl at her.

"So you've said," she says with a grin.

We go to the ballet after. Maybe it's the glass of wine she had with dinner, maybe it's the tight pants on all the dude dancers, but Chrisette is handsy with me the whole time. She strokes my thigh, plays with my hand, runs her fingers over the back of my neck... I will go to the ballet every day with her if this is how she's gonna behave.

She's even bolder during the car ride home, tracing my cock through my pants until I have to beg her to let me concentrate. When I pull up to the house my erection starts to go down a little. I can't believe I forgot that the exciting part about this whole night for Chrisette might be this threesome of her design.

Her fucking boyfriend is hanging out in the living room like he's chaperoning us naughty kids. Todd smiles at Chrisette as we walk in. "How was it?"

"Hot," she says, and kisses him. It stops me in my tracks. They've been so careful not to be all lovey dovey in front of me, except for that one time when they thought I was asleep after I had that panic attack. Or maybe he was careful and Chrisette went along with it? Because Todd seems a little uncomfortable for half a second.

Or maybe I'm just seeing what I want to see. I agreed to this. I agreed to all of it, I remind myself as Chrisette gets out a set of shot glasses and pulls the good vodka from the freezer. Holy shit, this is really happening. I join her in the kitchen and Todd leans on the bar, asking about dinner. Fuck fuck fuck. Chrisette describes the ballet in detail. I only remember her hands. My system is so overwhelmed that I don't know if I'm excited or terrified.

Todd glances at me before asking, "What do you want, Chrissy?"

Chrisette hands him a shot glass. "Play nice," she instructs us.

Todd raises his shot to her and downs it. "You sure you don't want one of these, Babe? You look a little anxious."

I say nothing. Of course I'm anxious. This is more nerve wracking than my wedding day. And I ended up getting fucked then, anyway.

Chrisette smacks her lips together and pours another drink. "One for my little piglet," she declares, holding the glass to me. "We'll take care of you."

Todd puts his hand over the shot. "I was kidding; don't give me those cow eyes," he teases me.

I give him a look that I hope says Help get me out of this, but either he doesn't understand or he doesn't care. Should I take the shot? No, I'm already worried about my performance. Has it really been a year since Chrisette and I had sex? Maybe even longer, since she wasn't even up for it during that last month or so of pregnancy. The last thing I want to do is be compared to Todd in the sack and come in second place.

Chrisette's soft lips on mine bring me back to the present. "You're so tense, baby. Can you focus on me for a bit?"

"Always," I say with a smile, because after all that teasing I still really, really want to fuck.

Chrisette slings back another shot, shuddering cutely at the burn. "Will you trust me?"

"Mm hm." I glance at Todd, but he's pouring yet another round. Anyway, with Chrissy's soft breasts against me, I'm already getting more on board with whatever's going on.

"Can you follow instructions, Babe?" she presses. "Are you going to try something new?"

I feel my eyes get really wide. "Uh..." Is she about to ask me to get fucked? I'm not an actor; if she really wants to see me and Todd together I don't know how to pretend like it's the first time.

Todd cuts in. "Be gentle, Chrissy." He leans across the bar to touch my arm lightly. "Don't worry, man. Team Chrisette."

Team Chrisette. Right.

I let her lead me into the bedroom, a big part of me wanting to run screaming through the walls and the other part is like, Hooray, I'm gonna get my dick wet! Chrisette pushes me to sit on the bed, then whispers in Todd's ear. He laughs and points her to the bathroom.

"What's happening?"

Todd gestures toward the hallway. "Just a quick freshen up if she wants, you know, ass play."

My eyes go wide. "She wants it?"

"When I asked what she wanted out of a threesome, it came up," he says casually.

I can't remember the last time I asked Chrisette what she liked in bed. She mostly just told me if I was doing something wrong, so I figured that was enough. Would things be different now if I had asked more? But also...

"Wait, you never told me to--" I shut my yap before I can finish my sentence, but Todd's self-satisfied smile tells me he figured it out.

"You were pretty fresh out of the shower that time, right?" He cocks his head in a way that should be more off-putting. "You can join Chrissy if you want. We can make this real fun."

"Shut up, Todd," I say, but I don't really mean it.

Chrisette sails back into the room in her robe, clearly a little tipsy, and drapes her arms around us both.

"I turned the noise machine up in Seth's room. You ready for me?" she asks.

Todd says yes and I make some noncommittal noise. I'm freaking out again. There are so many possible ways we could have worked up to this. So many more questions I should have asked. It's not like I haven't seen this in porn, but the stuff I've watched is usually a woman getting spit roasted and the most that the guys do is, like, high five or something. I'm out of my depth. Again.

"I think Babe is short-circuiting," Todd whispers loud enough that I'm obviously supposed to hear him.

I don't glare at him because this is supposed to be a sexy time for everybody.

Bending to my level, Chrisette kisses me hard. "Undress me."

Although I want to make short work of the robe, I peel it off slowly, placing kisses on Chrisette's smooth skin. If she wants to be worshipped, feel like a woman, then I'll do it.

"Holy shit." The lingerie she was hiding under that dress... it's sheer and lacy and crotchless... if I had known...

Chrisette giggles at me gaping at her. "Scoot back," she says, and follows me farther onto the bed. She settles over my face, spreading her pussy lips. "Ooh, that's it, baby," she coos as I lick her. "Good little piglet."

I can't tell what Todd is doing, but I hear him ask where she wants him.

Chrisette pets my head.

"Jesse, Todd's going to touch you some, okay? Nod yes."

I do. God, my heart is beating so fast.

"Todd, help Jesse take his clothes off."

I wrap my arms around my wife's thighs to hold her in place, determined to feast on her pussy and ignore Todd as much as possible. If tonight involves a cunnilingus contest, I'm not losing. But Todd's straddling my legs, undoing my belt. Todd is pulling my slacks off, patting my hip so that I lift enough for him to get them over my ass. He removes my tie; I can hear him kissing Chrisette somewhere that makes her giggle. Todd is unbuttoning my shirt, running his hands over my chest, tweaking a nipple so that Christte squeaks when I almost bite her.

Chrisette rocks on my tongue, murmuring yes yes yes as I attack her pussy with a fury, determined that when she comes it'll be my doing. I hear her say Todd's name, and then his weight settles on me.

He didn't have to lie on top of me to eat her ass. Unforced error. I wish my dick stayed soft. Actually, I can decide right now that the reason I'm hard is because my hot wife is sitting on my face. It has nothing to do with the man who's pressing his cock against my stomach as he licks her hole, her taint, sometimes getting my chin and neck between his teeth.

Just as Chrisette's thighs starts that telltale quiver she stops us. She directs Todd to lie on his back. Okay, so I lost making her come first. I'm still wearing my shirt and jacket, so I guess I'll just shed that and sit over--

"Hold him for me," Chrisette says, pulling me in for a kiss. Tasting herself on me. "Put Todd inside me. Can you do that for me?"

"Yeah, baby." Don't look too eager, I tell myself as I reach for Todd's cock. He isn't fully hard, but he's close. So it only makes sense that I pump him a few times while Chrisette mounts him. It's for her.

"Oh, shit that's good," she sighs as she sinks onto him. I could say yeah I know, but that would be insane. I'm going insane.

Chrisette pulls me to her, holding me by the hair to kiss me as Todd bucks into her. It's been so long since I've gotten to touch her like this; since I've allowed myself to touch anyone, that her body feels brand new to me. She lets me kiss her lower, savoring her milky tits, her soft belly, and like--I know she's pushing my boundaries when she guides my head down to where she and Todd are connected. We didn't talk about what exactly I'd be okay with. I could pretend like it was scary.

"Look how big he is in my cunt, Jesse," Chrisette says breathlessly, bouncing on Todd's cock. "Taste it."

So I stick out my tongue. Combined, they're salty, tangy, and a little bitter. Chrisette rubs her clit against my nose as I slurp her juices.

"Do you want me to keep him hard, Chrissy?" Todd asks, slowing down.

"Yeah, you want to?" she replies, sounding a little surprised.

He bunches a pillow behind his head and grins that cocky grin that usually makes my blood boil. "Get yours, baby. I'll keep him warm for you."

I sit all the way up, but Chrisette is so aroused that I swallow whatever protest I had. She brushes her thumb over my cheek. "Let him, Jesse. Stop thinking so much."

"That's a big ask," I grumble, making her giggle, but I obey the first part. Todd beckons me towards his head, and I kneel to watch him, in front of my wife and God and everybody, put his mouth on my hard dick.

"Whoa," Chrisette says, and Todd pulls off to lick his lips at her.

"You didn't want to do it," he teases. "Ride my dick until you come. Jesse, help her."

I try, I really do, but Todd's mouth is a fucking vacuum. I keep my hands busy on Chrisette, gently flicking her nipples as she grinds on the cock beneath her. Todd wraps his arm around my thigh; he grabs my ass to hold me in place. Fuck, don't think about it. She's so beautiful. I can focus on that, how Chrisette tosses her head when she hits a good angle, instead of Todd's tongue digging into my cockslit.

It feels like moments until my wife's voice rises dangerously.

"Close, baby?" I manage to ask, and she nods desperately.

Todd grabs my hand and spits on my fingers, and I use his saliva to rub Chrissette's clit so fast that my arm burns. She comes, screaming through clenched teeth, her juices slicking my hand, her knees clamping together as her pelvis bucks.

"Oh shit, oh fuck," Chrisette gasps, falling off of Todd. "Holy fuck."

He rolls with her and within a few powerful thrusts, finishes inside her.

Inside me are two wolves. One wolf is mad that he just watched another guy shoot inside his wife. The other wolf is horny as hell. Didn't Chrisette tell me to quit thinking so much?

I push Todd out of the way to flip Chrisette onto her stomach and slide into her wet core.

"Jesus Christ, Babe," Todd kinda laughs, but this is something that I know without him telling me. Chrisette can come a couple times in a row as long as I don't let up. I reach around to her clit, meeting her fingers there.

Chrisette buries her face in the pillows as I set a relentless pace. She's so hot, so slick, and I swear it doesn't matter that some of Todd's cum squelches around the base of my cock. I have to fucking come.

Todd curls his fingers into my hair and pulls my head back. Everybody's grabbing my hair tonight. "I'm gonna fucking shave myself bald, swear to fucking god," I say right before his mouth is on mine, and this is fine because Chrisette can't see it, and maybe she can't even hear it because she's screaming, finally screaming my name.

"Come on, Jesse," he whispers in my ear. His voice slithers into my brain. "Fuck her like you mean it. I know you can." He presses his groin, still sticky with his and Chrisette's fluids, against my ass.

"Fuck off," I say automatically, but my hips seem to be on overdrive.

Todd holds me by the throat, sucking my tongue, biting my jaw, licking my neck. I feel it in waves that crash through my body--they travel from Todd's mouth to my cock to my toes and back again. His other hand releases my hair to scratch from my shoulders to my buttocks and back again, leaving trails of fire on my skin. I feel conductive, like Chrisette can feel his touch through me.

"Fuck yes," I hear myself say when Todd reaches under me to feel my balls as they slap against Chrisette pussy. I'm not disappointed that he stops there. I'm not.

"Todd." Chrisette twists back to see us and I shove Todd away. She reaches back for him, pleading, "Come here, come here," and Todd lets her pull him down to lie beside her. He encourages her to turn over. I watch their tongues entwine; he keeps his eyes on me as I slide back into her.

"You like that?" Todd asks my wife, brushing his fingers over her hard nipples, down to her pussy--I jerk when his fingertips graze my shaft in the process--back up again. "You like having Jesse slipping through my cum?"

"Fuck," Chrisette moans, clenching around me.

I shouldn't like this as much as I do.

He's focused on her, but he's touching me, too. I want him to leave. I need him to stay so I can fucking finish. Todd scoots to kind of cradle her head while she holds onto his dick. "What do you want, Chrissy?" he murmurs, and I slow down to hear.

"I want to come while you kiss me," she whispers, and I almost lose my erection thinking about when she used to look at me like that.

"Do you want me inside you?" Todd asks just as quietly. I want to punch him in the back of the neck.

But Chrisette shakes her head no. "I want you to kiss me while Jesse fucks me."

Todd smiles at her. "Then tell him. Tell him to fuck you."

Chrisette giggles a little and shakes her head again.

"Do it," Todd encourages my wife as he runs his free hand over her breasts. "Say, 'Fuck me, Jesse.'"

They both look at me as if they could have forgotten that my cock has been moving inside Chrisette this whole time.

"Fuck me," Chrisette says.

"Say his name." Todd stares straight at my face. "Look at him. Tell him what you need."

"Fuck me, Jesse," she says.

What the hell have I been doing here with my dick in you? I want to ask. But I say, "Anything for you, baby," and go right back to my original pace.

"Harder," Todd instructs. He's already boning up again.

Now Chrisette hooks her heels behind my thighs and pulls me down until I can kiss her, too. I'm getting there, but it's not as easy with Todd there. Now it feels performative, forced, like Chrisette is determined that this is gonna work and we're all gonna jizz buckets, so we're just trying to get that done for her. But I keep my thumb on her clit, pistoning my hips so hard our bodies slap together. It's been a year, but I can do this. I can still make her come. The lingerie gives me something to hold onto, and I use it as an anchor to hold my wife in place so I can fuck her.

Todd is licking and sucking Chrisette's breasts, belly, thighs; does she notice when turns his head and bites me? Fucking smug grin on his face when I grunt. We keep making eye contact, so when he says, "Come on, baby," I'm not sure who he's talking to.

I'm out of my mind, fucking Chrisette deep in long strokes that rock the bed. Her hands are fisted into the sheets. Todd pulls her up to look at my cock pistoning in and out of her, murmuring in her ear about how much she's gonna come.

"Yes, baby please!" Chrisette cries, so to make sure this cum is a big one I press my palm into her pelvis. Her whole body stiffens as she throws her head back, keening "Yes yes yes yes!" I didn't think I was that close, but Todd slips his hand around to my ass and dammit, he's doing too much, his fingers are everywhere, fuck, I'm coming, shooting deep into Chrisette's fluttering vagina.

I groan, collapsing for a moment onto my wife and she lets me hold her. I brush the hair that came undone away from her forehead. "You're so sexy," I tell her, and she smiles at me before looking at Todd.

He's stretched out beside us, keeping his hands to himself for once, even if he is hard as fuck.

"You didn't come," Chrisette says to Todd.

"It'll go down," I comment.

"Enjoy your afterglow," Todd replies, kissing her cheek. Chrisette hangs onto him and I stay where I am, waiting for her to tell us how this next part is supposed to go.

"Sit up there; I'll finish you," she tells him, wriggling out from under me.

I should be grateful that she doesn't make me join her, but I'm instantly jealous. Better to take myself out of the equation than be grumpy--oh, and the sober one. Almost forgot.

"I'll, uh, go shower," I say awkwardly, but Chrisette pulls me back.

"Stay here," she commands. "Sit right here and watch."

Fine. This is, after all, Chrisette's Ultimate Fantasy Night or whatever. I wouldn't have guessed that it ended with her giving Todd a blowjob while I hang out in the vicinity, but I'm not in her head. What the fuck do I know about anything, anymore?

Todd leans back and lets Chrisette crawl between his legs. His right hand strokes my thigh as she bobs on him, her black hair brushing his groin.

Chrisette could make anything look sexy; Todd's cock is huge in her mouth, stretching her still-pink lips into a plump O.

"Fuck," he repeats quietly. "Fuck." The only time I ever heard him sound that soft was--oh no, don't start thinking about it--my wedding night.

Todd's abdomen works violently and his arm suddenly wraps around my neck to pull me close. I grip the sheets more tightly, wishing I could look away. My wifes bobs harder on his cock, slurping noisily.

Since Todd won't warn her, I do. "He's about to come," I tell Chrisette. She removes her mouth from his cockhead with a loud pop, jerking his shaft vigorously. I think she's trying to watch his face, but it's buried in my neck. Instead Chrisette and I hold eye contact while Todd groans in release. The sound crawls down my spine.

"Holy... shit," he moans into my collarbone. His chest heaves as he comes down. The pale specks on his stomach ripple as he breaths. Focus somewhere else.

Chrisette is looking at me weird, so I pull her up between us.

"Do you want more?" I ask, because I could probably go again and I'm feeling competitive that Todd came last.

"No, I need to pee and then pump," she says, but she doesn't move.

"Did you have fun?" Todd follows up.

She snuggles into him. "Mm hm."

"Good." He kisses the top of her head; flicks his eyes up at me--I don't know what he's thinking.

I stroke Chrisette's arm. "Then we all need to clean up, baby. I'll change the sheets before you're done pumping, okay?"

"Fine," she yawns, clambering shakily off the bed. "If I'm not back before you're done, just leave room on the side, okay?"

That would put Todd in the middle. Is Chrisette mad at me?

Seth sometimes laughs in his sleep. I stroke his cheek lightly, the supple skin soft under my fingertips. Fatherhood does amazing things to the heart; I didn't know that mine was expandable until this little guy came wailing into my life.

I hear the toilet flush; in a moment of immature self-pity I think, I won't be missed. Chrisette would probably prefer that I sleep on the couch. Seth giggles again, his lips stretched even while his eyes are closed, tongue pressed tight against the roof of his mouth. I'd have to be a hard bastard to keep frowning in the middle of that.

I can tell that Todd is at the door because he takes up more air than anybody else.

"What are you doing?" he whispers, coming to stand by my side at the crib. In the dim light I can tell he put on a t-shirt and pajama pants.

I point at the traces of a smile still on Seth's sleeping face. "His dreams are hilarious."

Todd chuckles quietly, settling his elbows on the crib railing. "He doesn't wake himself up?"

Shaking my head, I whisper back, "Not usually."

Seth does it again, this time kicking his chubby legs in his sleep sack. Todd laughs soundlessly, and I grin.

"That is the cutest thing I've ever seen in my life," Todd says. He straightens up and touches my arm. "Come back to bed."

It's so smooth, so casual, so natural that I don't even think. I follow Todd's broad shoulders down the hall and slide under the covers next to him, back to back. I don't move in my sleep, so it doesn't even bother me that I have twenty percent less room than usual.