Amber has two men in her life, her husband and her boyfriend. They both know about the other…partly because the boyfriend lives next door and partly because the three of them regularly share a bed. Amber thinks her life is perfect…except for one thing. She wants to have a baby but she can’t decide which man should be the father.
There’s a simple solution: she decides to have a competition between Justin and Dylan to see who can get her pregnant first.
What could possibly go wrong?
ADULT READERS ONLY
This 20,000-word novella contains explicit sex, group sex, a polyamorous relationship, gay sex, voyeurism, and other sexually explicit themes that not all members of the public will enjoy.
All characters are 18 or older.
“You’re not going so soon, are you?” Dylan asked, disappointed I was leaving.
“I need to get up early in the morning,” I told him as I slipped on the robe I kept in his bedroom.
“You could spend the night,” he said grouchily.
“I am a married woman,” I pointed out to him, flashing my wedding band, as I headed to the back door and stepped out on the patio.
The night air was cool. The patio stones were cold under my feet and I hurried from Dylan’s back door to mine which led into the bedroom I shared with Justin, my husband.
Don’t get the wrong idea. I wasn’t just sleeping with the neighbor.
Justin and I bought the duplex as a money-making scheme: one place to live and one to generate income from a renter. It worked out well for a couple of different tenant until it just seemed natural to have my boyfriend move in next door.
My husband was already in bed asleep. I dropped my robe and slid under the sheets next to him. His body was warm and I pressed my chilled skin next to his, sucking away his body heat.
He groaned in complaint. “You’re cold,” he mumbled.
“Only my feet.” That was a lie. My entire body was cold.
“You had sex with Dylan him?” Justin was slowly waking up. It didn’t take much to get him aroused when it came to stores about my boyfriend.