Chapter 341

“Jesus Christ, five cocks,” Sabrina muttered.

Gemma snorted in the darkness.

The three of you were in bed. In some ways coming back to the apartment was nice, even if the bed was smaller. It just meant that the snuggling felt all the more personal. Sabrina always slept on your right, now, and Gemma on your left. Sabrina was almost always naked, and Gemma preferred to where a sleep shirt unless you’d been doing a lot of fucking right before bed. She didn’t wear anything under the sleep shirt, so you still had those loose, glorious breasts pressed against you or easily squeezable.

“I mean, I’m just saying,” Sabrina said. “Three uses every hole, but five?”

“She wasn’t taking them all at once,” Gemma said. “If it was one at a time it was more like a gangbang.”

“I think technically if it was one at a time it was a train,” you pointed out.

“Whatever, porn addict,” Gemma snickered.

“Not since I started dating you two,” you said. “Well, other than the photos you keep sending, and getting sent, to my phone.”

“Speaking of which,” Sabrina said. “Want me to jerk you off to Mallory’s tits? Or Tasha’s, and you can imagine being in the train?”

“You are awful,” Gemma giggled quietly.

“No, baby,” you groaned in the dark. “But thank you.”

The three of you, though mostly the girls, had talked Mosche through his problems as the guy ate half the pizza. For how skinny he was, the dude could put away a pie by himself pretty easily. Mosche’s weekend hadn’t gotten any easier - Sunday after the group sex he’d talked with Tasha and they’d made things officially opaque. They were dating fully but didn’t want to put an exclusive tag on it. Tasha said she was willing to if he wanted, but that would mean no more picking up girls from the comedy club for a threesome. She was either Open or Closed, and once she closed the relationship she wanted to stay closed.

With the good memory of the two-women threesome in his mind, Mosche had agreed to have a girlfriend in an open relationship.

Then Tasha had done the opening spot at the comedy club, and while the second and third opening comics were warming up the crowd some more Mosche hadn’t been able to find her. He’d eventually gone backstage in the club and heard someone having sex in the headliner’s dressing room.

He didn’t confirm it, but he was pretty sure it had been Tasha.

Mosche had headed back out to the bar at the club, and Tasha had met him there about ten minutes later. He hadn’t gotten any clues that it was her - she looked fine, and wasn’t flushed or anything.

The girls tried, you had to give them that. They really tried to help Mosche work through the mess. It only partially worked because while Tasha was definitely making choices that you three wouldn’t, Mosche was also agreeing to things that he probably wasn’t comfortable with, but also wasn’t willing to do anything about.