“Get it in there deep,” my husband murmurs to me, and I push into her once more for good measure.
As the fog of sex clears, I realize exactly what’s just happened.
I lost control. I got caught up in her and went feral. But I swore off women a long time ago. This shouldn’t have happened.
Hastily I withdraw, and the surrogate sags forward against the table. I resist the temptation to lean down and kiss her soft ass, because I think I have been irrevocably changed by this.
Shit. This isn’t what should happen right now. I’m married to two incredible males, and that’s all I need in my life.
Hastily, I put on my pants, then smooth down my shirt.
“That’s it?” Bennett asks, grabbing his own jeans off the floor as he adjusts his glasses.
I nod. “That’s it.”
Bennett sighs as he buttons his pants.
“Thank you,” Mangelli says to the woman on the bench, squeezing her butt. “Thank you for doing this for us.”
“You’re welcome,” she says, then chuckles. “Maybe I’ll see you next time.”
I have a hard time believing this won’t take, but you never know.
Still, the idea of coming back here? I have to admit I wouldn’t mind it.
Four
Arthur
The rest of the week, making a fawn is the only thing I can think about. I’ll admit that I lock myself in the bathroom and jerk off quite a few times remembering what it was like inside the woman on the bench. That was my first time interacting with a vagina beyond sex ed I took in high school, and it was mesmerizing. It awoke something in me, a desire I never knew I had.
Bennett and Jack are both bisexual. I assumed I wasn’t. Well, that idea is out the window now.
I don’t tell Bennett, and especially not Jack, that I hope we have to go visit DreamTogether a second time. It sated some primal need to breed that woman, and now all I can think about is sex.
One night, as we’re cooking dinner and waiting for Jack to get home, I come up behind Bennett and palm his dick through his shorts.
“Hot stove, man,” Bennett says, gently pushing me away. He scoots the pan out of the heat and flicks off the burner before turning around to face me. “Rutting season got you in its clutches this time, huh?”
I grin as we butt foreheads. “Sure does.”
“All right.” Bennett glances sideways at the partially cooked veggies. “I guess we’ll finish this later and it’ll be hot when Jack gets home.”
I hook my arms around him to cup his ass. “I want to top.”
Bennett squints at me. “What? Since when?”
“Since now.”
At first, he looks puzzled. Then a sly smile comes over him, and he grabs me by the arm to pull me into the living room. I guess we aren’t even going to make it to the bedroom.
Luckily, I keep some lube in the coffee table drawer.
Bennett strips off his pants, shirt still on, and I do the same. Then he gets on the ground on his knees and puts his hands on the couch, exposing his ass to me.
“Like this?” he says over his shoulder, voice sultry. “You want to breed me, Arthur?”
My lip curls. He’s onto me. Can’t hide anything from my husband.
