Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22742 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 114(@200wpm)___ 91(@250wpm)___ 76(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22742 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 114(@200wpm)___ 91(@250wpm)___ 76(@300wpm)
But it’s not like we’ve been hiding, either. The three of us aren’t ashamed of being together, and we often go out on the town as a threesome. We’ll grab meals together, and Hunter and Trig will even kiss in public because it’s hot. Then, we repair back to the home I share with my stepfather and sure enough, the fireworks begin. In fact, I’m surprised I’m not pregnant already because sometimes, we forget to use birth control and with two virile men in my bed, it’s bound to happen at some point.
I can’t say everyone’s on board with our relationship though. Needless to say, Trig’s parents are totally against our threesome because they see it as “aberrant” and downright “devilish.” Evidently, they’re very religious and can’t understand how both Trig and Xenia have been “led down a path to Hell.” My boyfriend doesn’t care though, and wrote his parents off long ago. He's so disgusted by their judgmental behavior that he’s even thinking of changing his last name, it’s that bad. So yeah, he’s estranged from his parents at this point, although we’re still in touch with Xenia.
His sister is another story entirely because she’s my friend and we love her dearly. Plus, she’s got some tall tales of her own to tell. Xenia did end up pulling a train for the Cannon Biker Club, and she told me it was fine actually. More than fine, in fact. Xenia loved being the center of a gangbang, but it doesn’t stop there. Evidently, pulling a train was only the first part of the club’s initiation, and Xenia’s still doing all sorts of things for the biker club, most of it nude and on her hands and knees, no doubt. Nonetheless, I’m happy for her, and Trig, Hunter and I want her to be find satisfaction (and even romance) in whichever format she desires.
My mom, though, had the most surprising reaction of our friends and family. Christine returned from her world tour, and was horrified to find her ex-husband and daughter in a relationship with not only each other, but another man too.
“You’re gay?” she sputtered. “Why did we get married then?”
Hunter maintained a reasonable veneer of calm.
“I’m bisexual,” he replied in an even tone. “And I love your daughter, as well as Trig too. The bisexuality is something that’s been boiling below the surface for a long time, and I guess it just took the right lovers to bring it out.”
“Lovers?” sputtered Christine, her face going red. “Holy shit! Get me out of here!”
That about sums up our interaction because Christine was on the next flight out at the airport, and we have no idea where she is now. She’s probably continuing her Eat Pray Love travels, but with even more soul-seeking and spiritual cleansing this time. God bless her. I only hope Christine finds herself in all of this because me and my lovers aren’t going to change to suit her tastes.
But that brings me back to us. Hunter and I still live in his house, although Trig is here more often than not. In fact, Trig is considering moving in because there’s no sense in paying rent when he’s never at his own apartment, and Xenia can find a new roommate.
Plus, we’ve gotten comfortable together. The three of us go off to work each morning: Hunter to the law firm, Trig to the body shop, and me to the day care where I work. Then, we congregate back at the house for dinner before settling into a night of soul-shattering, bone-shaking lovemaking. And yes, it’s lovemaking now because we’re not just three bodies connecting in a starburst of orgasms and sexual gratification. Instead, Hunter, Trig and I adore and respect one another, and it doesn’t matter who approves and who doesn’t. So long as the three of us are locked together with commitment and adoration, then everything will be just fine.
THE END