“Dammit, I hate that this has happened. We should have come home to a shiny new kitchen with everything completed. Instead we’re right back at the fucking beginning,” he said.
“We can deal with it. You’ve already worked out a plan so our meals aren’t as awful as before. In the same way we’ll deal with the other problems as they appear.”
“Absolutely. We’re a family, a team. Unfortunately, life isn’t going to be all naked vacations. Shit happens. It just did. But together we’ll deal with it.” Glenn held his hand palm up and Xonra high fived him. Morgan grinned and did the same.
“Let’s go to bed,” said Morgan.
It was way too early to sleep, but Xonra was pretty sure sleep wasn’t on Morgan’s mind right now. Or Glenn’s. She left the still-chaotic kitchen area, and followed Morgan into the bedroom. This time she let the men undress her. They needed the remembered fun of the activity, and tonight if they ripped the buttons off her shirt, she could deal with it. She could deal with whatever happened from now on. They were an indivisible group. They’d progressed a long way from just moving in together. They’d adjusted to each other’s habits, weathered a storm, and come out the other side knowing that by remaining solidly together they would all get through the trouble somehow.
Glenn tugged at Morgan’s shirt and three buttons popped off onto the floor, landing with a patter. As she looked down, one of the buttons on her own shirt joined them.
“Oops.” Morgan looked embarrassed. She smiled at him. “It’s okay tonight. But one day, remind me to show you how to get undressed without destroying a shirt.”
“Or we could just all be naked. That worked well on vacation,” said Glenn.
Xonra giggled. But it was good Glenn had reminded them of their vacation once again. They needed to keep bringing it to the forefront of their minds, to remember how free and alive they’d been there.
“Daisy chain,” said Morgan pulling her toward their bed. Well, Morgan and Glenn’s bed. Hers had gone out to the Dumpster a week ago. The workmen had enjoyed a good laugh about that as well. But she didn’t mind. Looking back on it, it had been funny, and it would be a story for them to remember in the future and retell, along with the story of their nakation.
Xonra lay on her side and wrapped her lips around Morgan’s long thick cock. Glenn’s face was buried in her cunt, his tongue sliding along her slit. Behind Glenn, Morgan would be sucking Glenn’s cock and balls. Their bodies made a sort of lopsided triangle, but it worked for them. All the relevant bits came together in the right place, even if their legs were rather in the way of each other if they moved carelessly.
Xonra used one hand to hold and roll Morgan’s balls. She tried to reach Glenn’s body with the other, but he was out of reach. However she could stroke him with her foot quite easily, which she did.
She dragged her toes down his side slowly, then turned her foot over and slid her sole back up his side, before repeating the action. It took her concentration off Morgan though, so she sucked his cock deep into her mouth and scraped her teeth lightly over his cockhead. Already there was a tiny bead of pre-cum in the slit, so she dug it out with her tongue, before sucking him again.
Moving far wasn’t possible because that would pose difficulties for Glenn, but she managed to wiggle down just far enough to suck first one testicle, and then the other, into her mouth. She loved the contrast between his smooth, hard erection, and his rough, hairy balls. His balls tasted saltier, too, which was exciting. She loved the scent and taste of both her men. They were quite different from each other, yet both delicious.
Xonra gripped the root of his cock firmly in her hand, pressing the pads of her fingers into the long vein, feeling his life force pump through him. Then she licked a long swipe up his cock and down again, flattening her tongue and making him wet all over, before sucking him deep.
It was getting damn hard to concentrate because Glenn was doing such delicious things to her cunt. Right now he had his nose pressed to her clit and his tongue inside her cunt. Then he lifted his face and nibbled tiny bites along her pussy lips.
Damn that was good. She gave a little shiver of lust, as the orgasm inside her grew bigger and tighter.
Conscientiously trying to be fair, Xonra stroked her foot over Glenn’s side again, before bending her head to Morgan’s cock. He gripped her hair and drew her head where he wanted it. “Getting a little needy are we?” she teased him.
“Aren’t you?” Morgan pinched her nipple and the orgasm grew some more.
Xonra let him guide her head where he wanted her, and relaxed into the intense pleasure of a mouth full of cock, and Glenn’s tongue fucking her cunt. But all too soon, she knew she couldn’t last much longer. She sucked Morgan hard and deep, hoping to send him over the edge, only to have Glenn bite her clit. The sharp nip sent the orgasm racing through her body and she groaned.
Since her mouth was still full of Morgan’s cock her throat gripped him tightly and he jetted cum into her mouth just as her own body quivered in release.
Her foot was still pressed to Glenn’s side and he was shaking as well, so she knew Morgan had brought Glenn to completion. Once again they were a family, a triad, an indivisible group of three.
* * * *
The next thing Xonra knew someone was hammering on their apartment door.
“Fucking hell, what’s wrong?” she gasped, sitting upright.
“Why don’t you wrap the sheet around you and answer the door?” Glenn teased her, quoting a comment she’d once made about the movies.
“Why don’t you put on your jeans and answer the door instead,” she replied, racing into the shower without the bedsheet.
After the world’s fastest shower, she poked her head around the bathroom door, but the door between the bedroom and the hallway was shut. She could hear talking and noise in the apartment, and Morgan was tugging a shirt over his head.
She opened the drawer where she kept her lingerie and stared at a pile of boxer shorts on top of her bras and panties.
“Morgan, why are your boxers in among my panties?”
He turned to her and grinned. “They were lonely in a drawer all by themselves. They wanted to be closer to you.” He pulled her into his arms for a kiss and then dived out of the bedroom, closing the door behind him.
Xonra stared at the shut door, shook her head, and laughed. “They were lonely? Riiiiight.” Nevertheless, she left them where they were and pulled out clean underwear for herself, tugging on jeans and a shirt as fast as she could, wanting to know what the hell was happening in her apartment.
The moment she opened the bedroom door, the noise got a lot louder. Two burly men were maneuvering a washing machine across the kitchen into its space under the still-broken counter. Another two men had a huge, shiny oven on a wheeled trolley and were carefully negotiating the hallway. Two police officers, one of them the one who’d been in charge yesterday, were talking to the apartment manager, and Glenn was standing in the kitchen with the men unloading the washing machine. Just then, Morgan came into sight, following his oven down the hallway. She grabbed his arm. “What’s going on? Are these the original ones? Where were they?”
“We’ll find out in a minute.”
It was closer to an hour later that the apartment manager and the police officer explained about finding the appliances in an empty apartment on the top floor.
“One of the neighbors had reported banging and shouting, yet the apartment is empty. I thought they’d mixed up which apartment the noise had come from when they told me. But as soon as you mentioned the appliances still being inside the building, I cross-checked the report and there were your things,” said the manager.
“There were fingerprints all over the stove,” added the police officer smugly.
“The workmen will be back tomorrow to fix everything up,” added Morgan, staring at his cell phone.
“And the insurance will pay for it?” asked Xonra.
“Absolutely. My team is roundin
g up the would-be burglars right now,” said the police officer.
Later that night, Xonra held Glenn and Morgan tightly. “I’m so glad it’s all sorted out, but even if it wasn’t, we know now that we can deal with whatever life throws at us.”
“That’s true. Even smashed beds,” said Morgan.
“And ripped shirts,” added Glenn.
Xonra laughed. After a burgled kitchen, shirts and beds hardly mattered, but there would undoubtedly be more things to go wrong in the future. It didn’t matter, though. Their love was strong enough to deal with whatever happened.
“I love you.” She kissed Morgan and Glenn.
“Me, too.” The men spoke together and then laughed.
THE END
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