“So, him crawling into bed behind you this morning…”
“He likely wanted to go another round. He enjoyed watching me fuck you, and most definitely enjoyed it when he was fucking me and I was fucking you.”
“Is this a thing that happens all the time?” I ask.
“What part?” He questions.
“All of it? You, other men, sharing a woman?” I ask for clarification.
“I see Felipe, when I go to Miami. Which is every few months,” he says.
“And the other stuff?”
“I don’t date on a serious level. There are two men that I share my bed with, and there is one woman who I see from time to time. Last night was the first time like that.”
“And now?”
“And now, that’s something that we will need to discuss. I won’t bring any women home, but how do you feel about men? We’ve agreed that we would only go as far as kissing, to keep up the appearances and all. But then that means are we not fucking other people, since we aren’t fucking one another?”
There’s so much information going through my mind right now. He likes men and women. I was part of my very first three-some last night and I don’t remember a thing about it.
What does this marriage mean? Does it actually mean that because we are pretending to be married, but actually legitimately married, that my dating life is now over? But can he go out and hook up with guys? How would this be fair? How would this work?
“Can we just table that part of the conversation right now? I’m on information overload and I think that I need to let my brain settle down a bit more.” I ask.
“Of course.” He smiles and nods. “I’m tired anyways, we have about five more hours, want to take a nap?”
Chapter Ten
Devin
Waking up again with Connie isn’t too bad. My body this time is wrapped around her curves and my cock is straining in my shorts, begging to be unleashed and inside her.
I know that she doesn’t want to venture into the sexual relationship that we could have, and a part of me hopes that she changes her mind. Especially when we re-discuss the conversation about sexual partners. I’m not sure that I can go a whole year without sex; I don’t think that I’ve ever restrained myself for more than three weeks since my sexual journey began.
I can feel the plane descending and I gently nudge Connie awake.
“What?” She asks rolling onto her back.
She looks breathtaking. Her long hair looks a mess, and makes me want to run my hand through it, and pull her to me.
Out of desperation, closeness, or just pure sexual desire, I lean down and gently kiss her. She doesn’t push me away, but she also doesn’t get into the kiss like she did before. I pull back and place a smile on my lips, despite the uneasy feeling that I have that she didn’t want me to kiss her.
I move to the end of the bed and slide off. I rearrange my hard on, knowing that her eyes are on me.
“We’re home, might as well check on our friends,” I say to her.
“Is everything okay?” she asks stopping me by grabbing onto my arm as I was about to pass her.
“Yes, I’m good. Why?”
“Seems like something is off.” She shrugs.
“I won’t lie to you, you can trust me in that. While I may lie to my family and the public about my sexuality, I will not lie about anything to you.”
“Okay, why would you feel the need to tell me that?”
“Because, I want you to understand me. I made a promise and I keep my promises.”
“Okay.”
“That kiss, it felt like you were repulsed by it. It felt like you didn’t want my lips on yours,” I say with a sigh.
She stands and takes my hands in hers.
“I need you to be patient with me. My mind has been fucked left and right. I woke up married and come to find out that my new husband also sleeps with men. Let alone, I had a threesome last night and I don’t remember it. I’ve never had a threesome before and well, then we start talking about sex and how I won’t be having any sex anymore while we’re married, unless it’s with you, but you might with other men. Let’s just say that there’s a lot on my mind and I just need to get caught up. But it’s not that I didn’t want to be kissed by you a moment ago, I’m just trying to make sure that I don’t fall in love with you in the whole process of all this. So that kiss, wasn’t my reaction to you, not by any means. It’s my reaction to my mind catching up with everything.” She explains and it makes me realize that I need to not be a dick and that her life is changing too.
“I understand,” I tell her. I lean in and kiss her on the cheek, then open the door to the rest of the plane, but turn to her as a thought enters my mind with my eyes going wide.
“What?” She asks, looking around me, as if the cabin of the plane holds the answer to my sudden stopping.
“There’s going to be another change, that I’m sure will be an issue.” I say to her.
“Oh yay,” she says sarcastically.
“So, your place or mine?”
Her eyes widen after a moment, when she understands what I’m asking.
“Shit. I didn’t even think about that. I don’t think that you would like my place. It’s small, crusty, and probably has a mold problem,” she says.
“My place it is!” I say celebratory.
She opens her mouth, but nothing comes out. After a moment, she rushes past me and sits in the open seat in front of her friend.
“About damn time you love birds came out of there, you spent the entire trip back there. How much do your lady parts hurt? That’s like straight six hours of fucking.” Troy jokes.
“Don’t speak to my wife like that, we were talking.” I tell him sitting down beside her leaning into her, so only she can hear, “please don’t pay attention to him, he’s jealous.”
She gives me a small smile as a thanks. “Yeah, talking with your bodies. You guys didn’t get enough playtime last night?” Troy continues.
I pin him with a look that could kill as the plane touches down on the ground and Troy grips the arms of his chair.
“I have a few more months left on my lease, I don’t think that I can break it right now,” she says quietly.
“I’m sure that your landlord would be okay with it, if they knew that you got married and now you and your new husband wanted to live together.”
“But, do we?” she asks, and I can’t tell whether or not she’s serious. I look at her and her features give nothing away.
“You do know that’s how successful marriages work, right?”
“I’m sure that there are plenty of people who are married that don’t live together. In fact, I think that would make a for very successful marriage. Think about it. You wouldn’t get sick of one another, and all those small annoying habits won’t piss you off, and you have to walk around rolling your eyes and mumbling under your breath.”
“Like what kind of things?” I say, muffling my laughter, egging her on and interested in what she has to say.
“Snoring, or chewing too loudly,” she offers with a shrug.