Bad Choices (Hypernaturals 8)

I Love Being Married

We lay in bed. The three of us intertwined and basking. After Jessica's brutal treatment at the hands and other body parts of Morgan and I, Morgan was lost on the pheromones and needed release too. Jessica and I took care of that, her face dancing over Morgan's face and breasts, mine lower down.

I am nearly exhausted.

I prefer a more gentle approach to lovemaking. With Jessica, I just then dropped every subtle technique that there is on the floor, crushed them under slippery wet heels, and replaced them with simple, nearly mindless lust-filled animal sex. I say nearly because Morgan was telling me what to do, so there was a mind in there. Just not mine. The closest to this with Jessica is a time, early on in Jessica and my relationship, when she had pounded me into a rock after a long absence from each other. There was one other time with Morgan, but that was different. I was trying to reach her and she was remote and stubbornly would not free up, until I came first. All she needed.

This time the pounding was called for and reciprocated.

"That is new" Jessica said at last.

"Which part? The pounding you against the wall? The Vampire assist like she was fucking you too? You diving on her boobs like you were starved?" I wondered.

"Yes. All of that. I loved it. Just so you know." Jessica assured me. She knows me. She knows I would be wondering about treating her like that. Morgan too, for that matter.

"I as well. In the woods. In the shower. Jessica fanging my breasts. All of it." Morgan added. "It is like I was making love to Jessica, via you. I could see what that raw passion was doing to her, and I remembered what it was so recently like for me. I have never wanted to be treated like some man's personal pleasure toy, but I wanted you to do that. I wanted you to take me in that specific way. I never before wanted anything remotely in that area of sex. Not even that one time you were trying to reach me and trying everything. In fact, with one old lover back in the Houston-human days, I made him stop that kind of thing because he thought that was how sex is supposed to be all the time. Mike could have been a porn star instead of a bartender. I asked him to slow down, with the understanding if he didn't, we were not going to be doing it a lot more. He did and we did. Going at it like that is different when it is with someone you love. I saw it to be the same with Jessica, but you needed help doing to her what you did to me. 'To' not 'with'. It was ... Amazing. She was so out of control. Weren't you, my wife?"

Jessica was toying with some of my chest hair. "I have never felt so married, and with two people at the same time. I was spasmodic but in a good way. You two ganging up on me to do that! So we are clear on this for future reference, that one goes into the books as a keeper. You two can fuck me like that whenever you want. So yes, my wife. Out of control, and so in love."

Morgan touched Jessica's hand lightly. "Same." She said.

"So. Is your back OK?" I asked

Jessica wondered "Whose? Mine or the woods girl?"

"Well, I was asking about your back, our heart, but fair question for both of you."

Jessica snuggled in. "I can't see my back. All I can think about is what you two did to my front."

Morgan snuggled into a mirror position and sighed. "I love being married." She said to us.