This Juliet asks for a birthday present neither she nor her lovers will ever forget
Getting What You Want Can Be Scary — and Sublime
For her birthday, Allison asked her lovers Ken and Jordan to join her for a threesome. She wants to give them both something special.
But is she ready for what she’s asked for? And will her former teacher and her BFF play along?
After reminding herself just how good her boyfriend and girlfriend each makes her feel, Allison approaches her much-anticipated birthday (and birthday present) more than a little excited, and more than a little terrified.
What happens will shock and surprise all three of them. Jordan, who’s always got all of the answers, and Ken, her teacher in so many ways, are looking to Allison.
It’s time for Juliet to take charge.
(MF, FF, FFM, bisexuality, lesbian, threesome sex, ménage à trois. Explicit language and scenes of sexuality between — and among — consenting adults. Adult readers only.)
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After the movie, everyone started to wander off — none of them ever stayed to clean up. Katie and Bram were first out the door, looking very much like they were off to find someplace to get horizontal, and Lucas skulked out not far behind. Jonathon hugged me while Sam held his hand; JonJon whispered in my ear, “I hope Jordan feels better.” He let go of me, gave me a wink, gave his boyfriend a kiss, and then disappeared after the rest.
What…? My heart aching from being pulled in so many directions, I turned around, looking to help Ken pick up. Well, I thought, I guess we’re back to junior year — helping him clean up, then just going home and…
Going home and rubbing myself raw, thinking of him.
He wasn’t in the kitchen. I frowned, calling into the bathroom, “Ken?”
“Upstairs,” he answered.
Oh. The bedroom. THE bedroom…
The lights upstairs were all out, but a gentle glow came, not from the room that Ken had shared with his late wife, but from the office. I staggered my way to the door.
Jordan was kneeling on the bed in a red silk teddy that I’d helped her buy. She held her arms behind her. The single candle burned behind her at the head of the bed, starkly lighting those amazing nipples of hers.
Ken was standing beside her, unbuttoning his shirt. His face was in shadow, as was his crotch, but I thought I could make out the growing shape of his wonderful, familiar erection.
“Happy birthday,” they both murmured.
“Oh,” I squeaked.