I should have felt bad about the nasty words and the way I was treating her, but tonight’s events had been too hurtful, seeing her with another man.
“No!” the brunette gasped, turning to look at me with shocked eyes. “Of course not! I’d never have sex with someone else,” she paused. “It’s just that … I’ve never dated before, I wanted to see what it felt like before we started our, um, triad.”
I paused for a moment.
“So let me get this straight,” I began slowly. “You wanted to go out with another man, get a free popcorn and soda because that would tell you that our threesome was doable,” I said sarcastically.
But Katy was no shy pansy. She snorted then, eyes flaring.
“Of course not, stop being mean. Sure, you’re an expert at burying your dick in my body, but has it ever occurred to you that maybe I want to be treated like a princess, maybe I want to go out to dinner sometime, be courted, have a romantic meal like any other woman? I’m not some Cinderella, you know.”
And I stopped in my tracks, a little miffed. Wasn’t it clear that we adored her, with the way our eyes tracked her every move, the way we’d literally followed her to the theater, stalking her, jealous alphas staking our territory?
But Brent stepped in then. The older man was suave, soothing.
“Of course, honey, of course,” he rumbled deep in his throat. “We get it. You’ve never been with anyone and wanted to spread your wings before settling down,” he said smoothly.
“Yes, exactly,” she sighed with exasperation. “And I don’t know why he,” she paused to shoot me a glare, “doesn’t get it. Because we haven’t worked anything out. We haven’t hammered out any logistics, how we’re going to share, how this is going to work. So yeah, I took advantage of the waiting period. And so what? You could have too.”
I growled then.
“You’re right, we could have but we didn’t,” I snarked. “You didn’t see us with other women. You didn’t see me with Ms. Smith or Brent with that waitress. You know why? Because we’re happy with the way things are, we don’t need external approval.”
Katy looked ready to jump me then, eyes flaring, her small hands forming claws. But Brent grabbed her before she could get testy.
“Let’s calm down,” he soothed. “Let’s not get crazy, you’ve got us in your body Katy, this isn’t the time to fight.” Because yeah, my dick was still in her ass and Brent was buried in her pussy, so it was amazing that we were even having this conversation.
But Katy couldn’t be stopped.
“You guys don’t get it,” she said in a low voice. “Things are different for women than men. I keep harping on logistics because when people find I’m sleeping with both of you? I’ll be labeled the town whore. That’s why I keep pushing for details, details, details.”
And that stopped me short because she was right. The world has a lot of double standards, and this was one that benefited Brent and I. As males, we could use as many girls as we liked, even share women, and people would see us as gods, huge, hung studs with multiple notches on the bedpost. But for Katy, it was different. Any whiff of scandal, any hint that she was doing two men at once, loving us, sharing her body, mind and soul with two men was death to her reputation, she’d be labeled a whore with a big scarlet letter, shamed and treated like a leper.
So I paused, troubled. Buying time, I eased my dick out of her ass, watching it exit smoothly, the girl trembling and shaking as my length reappeared, deep pink and lightly smeared with white. And oh fuck, but a bit of cum dripped out of her butt, smearing against Brent’s dick as he pulled out as well, his shaft slickly shiny, Katy’s pink lips hugging him tight.
“Oh!” she cried, boobs trembling as her holes gaped. “Oh!”
And the ramifications hit home for me. Because now there was white dripping from both her pussy and ass, a mix of mine and Brent’s semen trailing from her body, and it looked fucking good, jacked me up to sixty miles an hour just like that. But the thing is most people don’t think that way. Folks are judgmental, they hate what they can’t understand and knowing that Katy had two men’s semen mixing in her, coating her sweet privates, would cause havoc, labeling her “that trashy girl.”
So I paused again, chest heaving, dick wet against my thigh.
“So what do we do?” I ground out. “What’s the solution?”
Brent, ever the smooth operator, stepped in.
“I think a better question is what Katy wants,” he rumbled, seizing her eyes with his. “Tell us, baby girl, what do you want? You’ve made it clear that you have some reservations, that you’re not sure how this is going to work out despite the fact that Jason and I love you,” he said smoothly.