MMF threesome better than FFM

Something happened during the night. Maybe she woke up, because we didn’t wake up cuddled up together, but lying with our backs to each other. She looked back at me and snuggled up to me. I took her hand when she hugged me from behind. I didn’t look at her. I felt her breasts pressing against my back, and my usual morning erection. She reached down to my hard cock, because she knew that’s how I am every morning. She stroked it and said,

‘It’s past 9 o’clock, let’s go down for breakfast.’

We got up and went down to the buffet. Breakfast was free, like in a hotel, where you pay for three meals a day. We didn’t talk much. I can’t process and accept that she was ‘traumatized’ after cheating on me with her colleague and wants to solve it with serial cheating. Sometimes, the image of what she did with the waiter popped into my head. Her cheerful chatter during sex, how she pushed him onto the bed after her orgasm, turned around, and finished him off wildly. I felt that this wasn’t going to be good, but now I was stuck with her.

‘We should go shopping. Especially for me, for clothes. I only have what I left at your place. And they’re all dirty now.’

“Okay, let’s go and check the GPS to see where we can go. Shouldn’t we call Carlo?’

“No, I think we should let them work. I had a nightmare about it last night. I dreamed that someone was chasing me down an alley, and shot me, and I was wounded and couldn’t run anymore, and masked men gathered around me...”

‘And?’

‘What do you mean, “and”? Isn’t that terrifying?’

“Okay, but what happened after that? Did they rape you?’

“Oh, I shouldn’t have done that. Her face turned red with anger; she grabbed the napkin and threw it at me. She stood up angrily and went to our room. I just sat there, still, with part of my breakfast in front of me. I really shouldn’t have done that, I was a jerk. I would never do that to someone I love, but I don’t love her anymore. If she were faithful to me, I would help her. But the way she tries it on with everyone...

I left my breakfast and went after her a few minutes later. She was sitting on the bed, her face buried in her hands, sobbing loudly. I sat down next to her.

‘Get out of here! I can’t stand the sight of you! How could I ever have loved you, you stinking motherfucker!’

She pushed me away, and I almost fell off the bed. I moved away a little, then stood up and started packing, but it was pointless. We had already unpacked the trash bags into the closet. She sat there and cried. I screwed up again.

‘You should trust me more. If you didn’t mess around like a ... I could help you.’

‘Like what? Say it! Be honest! Oh, like a slut or a whore? That’s what you usually say!”

‘I’m sorry. I’m tense. I don’t know what’s going on at home, but things aren’t going well here.’

‘No? You’re telling me? You’re spreading my lingerie on a fat whore’s body, and here, I have a bodysuit and panties? That’s it? And you’re the one who’s tense?’

“You’re right. I can’t forgive your cheating. But I understand that you feel like you need it right now. But you could try staying with me, and not dragging other people into it. You’re not getting anywhere like this.’

I sat down next to her, expecting her to slap me, but she hugged me and cried on my shoulder for about five minutes. I didn’t say anything, because I’d just mess things up again. I let her cry. Then she stopped and said we should go shopping. At the reception, I asked where we could go to buy clothes and some sweets, and I couldn’t help asking if they knew anything about the police operation that affected us.

“Well ... I don’t have any news about that yet, but ask again tomorrow.’

We headed for the car and found a small chain store with everything we needed on the GPS. We set the destination, arrived, and got out. There really were all kinds of stores there, and I guess some people spend years here. I hope we can finally go home after the operation, very soon. After all, it’s not good here, it’s tense, our private life is crap, and the armed guards are oppressive in such numbers. We went into a fashionable clothing store, and she smiled and cheerfully sorted through the clothes like a happy child. She already had about 10 clothes on her arm when she turned to me, chattering cheerfully:

“These will be good, I’ll try them on, are you coming?”

Of course, I went. She wore the striped bodysuit for lack of anything better, and one of my warmer sweaters. My God, what she had picked out in this shop. She looked sexy in the striped bodysuit, but in these...? This won’t do; if she likes someone, no one will be able to resist her. She pulled me into the fitting room and started trying on the clothes. She chattered cheerfully, laughed, and sometimes hugged and kissed me.

‘Is this sexy? I need something more discreet. This one is too warm. No, I can’t wear this; I can’t find a decent skirt to go with it.’

‘You could buy something more discreet. This is like a party dress for a hot, summer beach vacation.’

‘Okay, okay, I know. It’ll be good for home, too. You know, if I find another job.’ Then she smiled at me, forcedly, as if to ask if I understood what she meant. I understood, but I didn’t say anything because I would have been the one to blame for “screwing things up” again. She put four dresses back, kept the rest, went around again, and bought another five more dresses, underwear, socks, and shoes. Good for her, she didn’t have anything here.

“Okay, I’m done, now it’s your turn!” she said, grabbing the collar of my shirt, hugging me, and kissing me. We went to the men’s clothing section, and she browsed, biting her lip, sometimes taking off one item of clothing and holding it up charmingly, while sizing me up. It seemed like an hour while we suffered here with all kinds of clothes, trying them on, this one’s no good, this one’s good, we’ll take it. These went. We paid, sat down for coffee and cake. She chatted cheerfully, I mostly listened in silence, I hadn’t seen her like this in a long time. I fell in love with her because she was the same in the past, but now it’s completely different to see her like this, and I don’t say anything because I’ll just “screw everything up” again like I usually do. Anyway, it was nice, it was almost noon, the weather was disgustingly wet and humid, so we headed back.