Walking Away

by Xavier Neal

  His back is braced against the wall near our bedroom window. One hand is stroking his dick on the outside of the gym shorts he borrowed from me while the other seems unsure of where to settle. He lets his hazel stare swing back and forth between us yet never begs to be invited over.

  Gwen’s statement from earlier rings louder than ever, causing me to wet my lips and command, “Get over here.”

  He immediately shakes his head. “This is about-”

  “All of us,” I finish the sentence with a firm tone. “Now you get the fuck over here. I wanna feel you both come.”

  A groan falls free from him during his stroll over. He immediately drops his pants and gives his dick a good stroke.

  Gwen’s attention falls to his movements, but I yank it back to me by biting her bottom lip. She squeaks and my tongue slides into the opening. The sounds of Hudson groaning and the hard jerking of his cock overpower my senses. I drop my mouth from hers and wind my hand around the ends of her hair. With a sharp tug, her head snaps back and her nails dig into my shoulders.

  Her body begins rocking a little faster, which prompts Hudson to moan, “Take that dick for us, Gwenny….”

  Though she whimpers her submission it reverberates like a scream. Warnings of another orgasm building begin to flare, and my free hand flies to Hudson’s cock. He hisses at the contact yet surrenders to my control as well. Moans ricochet back and forth between the two of them from behind closed eyes, and I find myself secretly thankful I can’t spoil the moment by coming too soon. Our joint bodies find an erotic tandem that has everyone quivering relentlessly. Every stroke, every bounce, every breath stolen blends together until the three of us explode. I tighten my grip on Gwen’s hair as she struggles to breathe and aim Hudson’s load directly towards her open mouth.

  “Fuck!” He shouts at the top of his lungs.

  Thick, creamy strands slide down my wife’s neck, and I debate on lapping them up or letting Hudson have the honor.

  However, before the thought can continue, he tugs my head back by my own hair.

  I growl my delight and pin him in place with a sexy grin.

  Not only does another phantom orgasm thrum through me, but I swear my cock twitches.

  Twice. That’s twice today I’ve had that fucking feeling. I know it’s just my imagination because the damn thing doesn’t work. It hasn’t worked in almost two years. It hasn’t even given me any fucking hope that it ever plans on participating in my sex life again. Hell, its lack of cooperation is a huge reason we had Hudson come into our lives to begin with. I highly doubt it’s anything more than my desire to wanna feel what they’re feeling masquerading itself as the possibility that my cock isn’t permanently broken, which is why I’m not going to entertain the thought. No. I’m going to be grateful for all the other shit I can do and be grateful that, thanks to Hudson’s brazen decision to buy me a fake dick, I can give them both even more than I previously thought. That might not have been enough for the old me, but it damn sure is enough for the new me. And I’m really starting to like him. All of him. Especially the part that is learning to love two people as opposed to just the one.

  “Why do we have to learn to cook?” Hudson whines as the three of us wander around the fresh produce selection of the grocery store. “We have you.”

  “I’m sorry, do I look like your mother?”

  He instantly frowns. “Thank fuck no. I’m not into that whole fucking chicks who look like my mom thing. It’s fucking weird. And disgusting.”

  Jason doesn’t bother hiding his laughter.

  Rolling my eyes, I continue to push the cart with a shake of the head.

  They are an adorably obnoxious pair. Somedays I swear there’s a Super Bowl party in my living room with the spread of beer, pizza, and sports blaring, not to mention the belching and farting. Other days…well they’re overwhelmingly thoughtful like when Jason will rub my feet while Hudson gently strokes my head. It’s been such a long time since I’ve had to balance the desire to pop the person I love upside the head for being too childish and drop to my knees to praise them for being so sweet. What makes it more complicated now is that there are two of them and they find humor in tag teaming in regards to who deserves kisses and who deserves kicks.

  “Geen apples, Daddy,” a little girl insists from her shopping cart on the other side of the display.

  The man gives her a sweet smile. “Never red.”

  His pregnant wife rubs her stomach. “Not in this family.”

  Hudson unexpectedly grabs one and chimes in, “Not in this one either.”

  We all exchange a small chuckle before they head the opposite direction, leaving me with mixed emotions.

  It’s nice not to be gawked at. They didn’t seem to care or be concerned with the dynamic between us, which is not always the case. We’ve been in the store for fifteen minutes and had more eyes on us than I care to admit. I know our relationship is unconventional. I know to some people it probably looks like a nightmare come to life to see two men lightly groping on one woman seconds before groping on each other. I know as this continues people will judge and shame and ridicule. It’s just something we have to get used to. Having a random couple treat us like we’re normal rather than devil worshipping deviants is relieving. However, seeing them as a family, with not only an adorable little girl, but a baby on the way, calls to the slumbering longing about expanding ours. I know it’s way too soon to be considering it, but once upon a time it was what I wanted for me and Jason. To have a house. To have kids. To have grandkids. Is it wrong to still want those things except with Hudson included? Is it even possible? How the hell do you raise a kid in what we have? Would Jason secretly be spiteful that it was made from Hudson’s genes instead of his? Is that going to be the conversation that tears this whole thing apart? Am I going to have to choose someday between what most people call an unusual relationship and the possibility of raising children?

  “Earth to Gwenny,” Hudson’s voice pierces through my thoughts.

  I snap back into the moment with a forced smile. “Hm?”

  Jason cautiously asks, “You okay, baby?”

  The false expression remains. “Yeah. I’m fine.”

  “And lying,” Hudson sings, tossing the bag of apples into the basket.

  “You spend too much time around lawyers,” I playfully scold and grab a piece of chocolate candy from my purse. “Just because they’re always lying doesn’t mean the rest of society is.”

  The fact that I am is not the point….

  Jason waits until I’m chewing on the treat to sigh, “But you are lying. You crave chocolate when you’re upset or something’s bothering you, but you don’t wanna talk about it.”

  I swiftly swallow the contents of my mouth. “You noticed that?”

  “I’m your husband, of course I noticed that.”

  “Besides the Willy Wonka section you have in the pantry, you also have a habit of leaving wrappers in the weirdest fucking places.”

  “Don’t nag at me about weird places for things. Should I bring up when I found one of your ties dangling from our ceiling fan?”

  Hudson snickers at the same time he pulls out his phone. “Not unless you’re prepared to be jealous you missed a game of strip basketball.”

  Jason’s cheeks begin to redden.

  “Speaking of ties,” he keeps his attention plastered on his cell. “According to this email, I’m gonna be at the office late every night next week.”

  Suspicion begins to grow. “Every night?”

  We stop in front of a selection of bananas and Jason starts examining the bunches.

  “Yeah. I got hit with not one, but two subpoenas that need to be served in the next ten days. Both are for men who might be professional magicians in their spare time. Swear to God just saying their names out loud makes them fucking disappear.”

  Jason does his best to gently place the fruit in the cart. “If only that worked with you.”

  The joke receives an arr
ogant smirk. “Pretty sure when you were screaming out my name yesterday it wasn’t to try to vanquish me.”

  I press my lips together to stifle the laughter.

  Honestly, I never thought Jason would not only be comfortable dating a guy, but enjoy it. They both eased into the relationship with more grace than was to be expected, especially considering they’ve never engaged in moments like this in the past. Jason’s admitted to me, late at night while we’re lying in bed, just the two of us, how it never felt as awkward as he convinced himself it would. How even in the beginning it felt different but right. We’ve also spent some time discussing how the addition to our relationship doesn’t mean we love each other less. I like to think we both believe that being with Hudson, in a way, has taught us how to love each other more.

  “And what do you plan to eat during those late nights?”

  My question finally grabs his attention. “Pizza?”

  “How the hell do you look so good naked for a man who tosses back enough pizza and beer to put an entire fraternity to shame?” Jason grumps.

  Hudson gives my husband a wink. “Takes a lot of muscles to keep the two of you pleased.”

  We both flash him our middle fingers, receiving a hearty laugh in return.

  “I run,” he informs.

  “After clients?” I snicker.

  “Them. Their wives. The ice cream man. Whatever. I do a lot of cardio, alright?”

  We laugh again except after I state, “You have to eat better, Hudson. One, because you’re a grown ass man who eats like he’s thirteen and home alone for the first time. And two, because we’re not looking for you to keel over any time soon.”

  The corner of his lip threatens to move upward.

  “Now, you two are going to learn how to use the crock pot this weekend, and that’s final.”

  Hudson groans his displeasure childishly. “How’d you make it this long without her forcing you to cook, Blondie?”

  “I’d fuck her until she forgot and just agreed to let me order take out.”

  My jaw hits the ground yet Hudson chuckles, “We should revamp that method.”

  I give them both swats on the arm and scolding expressions.

  Truth is, Hudson and I still haven’t had sex. A couple weeks ago when he bought Jason the sex toy, I just assumed that night or the next morning, we would, but it never happened. Instead when we’re all together he watches Jason make love to me with it or helps by pulling my hair, pinning my arms behind my back, or bouncing me. At some point during it he jerks off, which I am more than willing to admit how sexy I find it when Jason licks his cock clean afterward. As for the time it’s just me and Hudson alone, our mouths do most of the work. I’m not sure why he’s resisting something he obviously wants, that we all want, but he is.

  The three of us continue to make our way around the aisles collecting groceries for the house. Regardless of the fact Hudson doesn’t actually live with us, he spends enough random mornings and nights at our place that stocking the kitchen with things he enjoys is a natural response.

  “You should give up that brand of shit you use, Blondie.” Hudson drops the shampoo and conditioner into the cart. “Get something to make your hair softer. Make it less hell to put my fingers through.”

  Jason tosses him a sarcastic look.

  “Plus, mine smells better.”

  “Yeah, not real interested in smelling like kiwi all day long.”

  “Papaya.”

  “Not any better, Miss Hawaii.”

  We round the corner on another shared laugh. However, as soon as I realize which aisle it is I stop the cart and suggest, “We should grab a couple of boxes.”

  Both of their eyes fall to the array of condoms.

  While neither immediately says anything, their opposite reactions scream volumes.

  Jason quietly jokes, “I don’t remember there being this many choices when we first started sleeping together.”

  I smirk widely. “You also didn’t have to care very long.”

  “Gloveless?” Hudson sounds almost shocked. “How quick?”

  “We both got checked about a month in. Once we got the greenlight we never looked back,” Jason explains with pride. “And trust me. Once you ditch the jimmy hat, bare is the only way you’ll tap that.”

  The juvenile rhyme causes me to gag at the same time Hudson bursts into more laughter.

  After Hudson’s managed to regain his composure, Jason asks, “You ever been bare before?”

  He shakes his head. “Never liked a woman enough to risk that shit. Don’t want my dick falling off.”

  “Ever been checked?” my follow up question directs his eyes to me.

  “’Bout once a year.”

  A small lull falls between us as we wait for someone to steer the conversation the direction we all know it needs to go.

  Surprisingly enough, Jason states, “Well until you get your next one, let’s make sure you keep it covered, alright? Last thing I want is you fucking up Gwen’s perfect pussy.”

  I try to avoid blushing from the vulgar compliment.

  “Grab a box,” Jason instructs to Hudson who still looks hesitant.

  When it’s clear he has no intention of making a move, I call him out. “What’s the problem, Hudson? Do you not wanna sleep with me anymore?”

  The words look like they pain him to even hear. “Of course I wanna fucking sleep with you, Gwenny.”

  “Then what’s the issue?” Jason backs me. “Pick a box and let’s go check out. I’m starving.”

  Our eyes fall back to his, and he tries to argue, “It’s just.…”

  “What?” I push.

  “Fooling around is one thing, you know? But the minute,” he briefly glances around to make sure we don’t have an audience, “my dick is in you, there’s no coming back from that shit.”

  “There’s no coming back from any of this,” my counter is prompt and slightly callous. “And going back to whatever it was we had before you entered our lives isn’t an option. Not only because it didn’t work, but because it’s not what either of us wants.”

  “Maybe not now,” Hudson meekly continues to dispute, “but what happens if Jason’s dick does decide to join the party one day? What happens when the situation changes again? What then?”

  “Then we make sure to buy more lube, because getting my dick in your ass is gonna need some extra assistance.”

  The joke gets a small smirk from Hudson.

  “Hudson,” I slip my hand with his, “this isn’t just about sex like we all figured it would be when this thing started. We’re past that. We’ve been past that. We’re in a real relationship now. And I’m sure that scares you a little bit, because you’re a commitment-phobe-”

  “I am not-”

  “Your longest relationship with anyone besides your hand was what, like two months?” Jason jokes again.

  Quickly, I scold, “You’re not one to talk. Before me the longest relationship you had was two weeks.”

  “Ha!”

  “Exactly,” he smoothly replies. “When you know it’s right, the game changes.”

  Unable to resist rewarding him for the words, I lean down and lock our lips softly together. In spite of our tongues urging us to let them reconnect, I pull away, and look back at Hudson.

  “The game really has changed, huh?” Hudson quietly questions.

  My retort is firm, “You tell us.”

  There’s a longer pause than I’m comfortable with, but he eventually declares, “I like what we have together. And I’m cool with being committed to that if both of you are absolutely fucking positive that this is you want. I guess I just don’t wanna fuck up what we have. I’ve never had anything this…good in my life before.”

  “You’re being cautious,” my cooing receives a slow nod.

  “Better than being reckless,” Jason adds.

  “We’re sure we’re ready for the next step, Hudson,” I promise softly.

  His eyes lower to my husban
d’s. “Say it.”

  Jason’s eyebrows furrow.

  “Say you want me to have her.”

  “She’s not mine to give.”

  “No, but she’s yours to share.”

  The exchange between them builds tension too thick to breathe through.

  “Gwenny’s already made it clear she wants to give herself to me. Now you make it clear to me you wanna share the only piece of her you haven’t had to yet.”