There were warning signs, but we didn’t realize what they were. Nic’s vision would blur, and then clear. Fine details started disappearing. He didn’t think anything of it, really. Not at first ( Read more... )

It’s hard living like this. We have to be constantly on guard, all of us, or we’ll announce to the world who we are at home. That’s no one’s business but our own. Society doesn’t accept unions such as ours. A woman with a husband and a lover is considered a whore. A man with a male lover is gay, no matter how many women he beds. A married man ( Read more... )

There’s nothing like having kids that changes the way you look at things ( Read more... )

For the next couple of weeks, Nic couldn’t keep his hands off me. Twice a night, at least, and once every morning before work, he’d be up my ass. It was almost as if Grace didn’t even exist, because all he wanted, all he could see, was me. While part of me was overjoyed with the attention, another part of me saw how dangerous it was, and that ( Read more... )

“Hey,” Nic said as we passed each other in the kitchen ( Read more... )

As Grace started showing, we had to make adjustments in how we did things in the bedroom. Some positions weren’t comfortable for her anymore, and as we all did our reading up on pregnancy and asking questions of the doctor and such, we realized there would be a time down the road when Grace would have to abstain from penetrative sex, aside from ( Read more... )

By the time Nic graduated college, the three of us were completely bonded, or so we thought. Grace and I both knew Nic had commitment issues. We just didn’t think it would affect us, in our unique arrangement ( Read more... )

Grace has the most remarkable ass. Beautifully shaped, round in all the right places. Watching her walk around with those black straps around her hips was sheer torture, but I loved it. I watched how carefully she sat down on the sofa as we waited for Nic to come home, and when he arrived, her nipples hardened ( Read more... )

Grace knew something was up. She cornered me in the kitchen, up against the refrigerator. Nic would be late coming home tonight; we both knew it, and I had promised myself not to touch her until he got back ( Read more... )

Over the next couple of weeks, there were lots of blowjobs. Grace would go down on her knees in the kitchen or living room on whichever one of us was available. Invariably the groans would bring the other one in a hurry, and the second would end up in her pussy. She loved us, loved sex, and it wasn’t long before we were screwing her two or three ( Read more... )