Adam gets with the program

“Right,” you mutter, feigning disappointment. “I forgot we had a guest coming.”

“A guest,” Adam repeats, nodding along distractedly as he pumps his cock. “Wait, a guest? Who?”

“One of Cassie’s colleagues,” you reply to your friend, reaching out and squeezing Cassie’s left boob as you speak. “I told her why Cassie didn’t go into work today and she just couldn’t wrap her head around the fact that her friend’s in an open relationship now. She’s worried that I might be taking advantage of the two of you somehow.”

“You told her,” Adam groans and his face flushes with shame, but his hand hasn’t stopped sliding up and down his erection for a single moment. “What if she tells other people at work?”

“Why does that matter? I never thought about hiding this, babe,” Cassie replies nonchalantly, looking into your eyes the whole time. “I don’t want John to act like a stranger when we’re out together.”

“But they won’t understand! They’ll think I’m weird-”

There’s loud knocking on the door and it cuts off Adam mid sentence.

“You’ll end up liking it, Adam. Trust me,” you say calmly as Adam grows visibly more worried. “It’s going to save us effort down the road. If we keep trying to hide it, how are you going to explain shit if Cassie and I are seen together on a date or something?”

Adam blinks, and his hand freezes on his erection. “Date? What do you mean?”

“I’m definitely going to take her out on dates. We’re much more than friends, aren’t we?” You smirk down at Cassie, whose cheeks flush pink under the attention. “It’s just physical for now, but I want her to love me and what we do together. We’ll all be happy that way.

“Now get the door,” you add once you see him nod in understanding.

He stands up and stuffs his hardon back into his pants.

“I am a little excited,” he admits, and you smile encouragingly at him as he goes to open the door.

“Cassie, go change into something less slutty for now.” Cassie pouts, and you grin at her. “We don’t want to shock the girl too badly when it’s her first time here.”

“Well, if you say so,” she huffs, chewing on her lower lip while looking yearningly at the throbbing erection you are sporting. “Do you want to... pick out my dress?”

“Very tempting, babe.” And you are not lying when you say that. You’d love for her to model all her cute clothes you, and then fuck her in each one. “But we shouldn’t keep guests waiting.”

“Come on, John. You said she isn't going anywhere, anyway,” Cassie persists, biting her lower lip. “Who cares if they wait a little? Let me blow you. You can give me a pretty pearl necklace to wear.”