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“Yes,” she breathlessly admitted, before shooting a shy glance at Carlo.

“Thank you,” Carlo replied simply, “I’ll leave you two to—”

He stood up, his trousers tenting dramatically.

“That’s given me something to deal with,” he muttered with a grin.

“You don’t want to deal with it here?” I asked, hoping he might accept my offer.

“Not yet,” Carlo said as he strode toward his own bedroom.

Each evening after that for the following few weeks, the frequency and intensity of our interactions progressed steadily.

So that it seemed perfectly natural when Carlo’s deep, sexy, heavily accented tone demanded she part her lips and suck his dick while she rode my cock one night. I was so turned on, and Sophie was too, there was no way I could stop the connection building.

I didn’t want to.

Imagine the power of seeing the two people you love more than anything in the world pleasing each other. I felt like my chest would explode with love for them both.

“I love seeing my girl sucking your cock, Carlo,” I told him.

He peered down at me, his eyes black with desire. He’d explained how hard he was still battling his guilt for allowing another woman to touch him, but I was delighted to see him move on.

It wouldn’t be for several more months however, before I was comfortable enough to introduce her to my relationship with Carlo.

Though after I had confessed, I regretted not doing it sooner.

When Carlo’s mouth first closed around my hardness in front of her, she exploded like I’d never seen her do before.

Sexually, we tested her, challenging her to take her desires further and further. We explored all of our sexuality, and in doing so we created a trust and a bond so rich in love, that it gave each of us a sense of belonging. We became what appeared to be an unbreakable unit.

Chapter Six

Spencer

Dr. Klein doesn’t write anything down this time. She just watches me—steady, quiet.

“And how did that feel?”

Her voice is calm, but not clinical.

“To be seen...completely. To be wanted, not just by one of them, but both.”

I open my mouth but the words catch. Of all the things I’ve admitted, this might be the hardest.

She leans forward slightly, as if softeningthe space between us.

“You have stated you were ashamed of your sexuality. But in that moment, Spencer—was there shame, or was there relief?”

Her question seemed rhetorical. She knew the answer. I understood her point. She wants me to accept it was relief, but she doesn’t know the rest of the story.

Dr. Klein can’t comment on this until she’s heard it all; then she’ll appreciate why my shame is so gut-wrenching.

“A lot has happened since then. I don’t question how happy I was for us to be together. The three of us fit perfectly.”

My gaze drops away from her as I consider how to make my next point.

“Unfortunately, it was all fake. I thought our love was genuine. They both shared my entire heart. I was so fulfilled. So comfortable. Like my life would never get better.”