Come along, Marty

The three of us stand in silence for a moment, Marty stopping mid-sentence to defer to me what I wanted to do with the two of them. Did I have that prerogative? I felt myself tensing up at how many questions I've gone through during the past day - the past hour, even, and can only imagine how peaceful life would be if I had none, moving with the breeze of fate wherever it took me. I look at Marty- Martin by Eve's tongue, and think, maybe, why don't I stop asking myself these hindering questions. For the past hour I had been following the currents of life, making my way to the front steps of my lover - and her cuckolded husband.

It's these questions that stop me from pursuing something I would've never thought to pursue, and turning to the two of them, standing in the same room on level ground, I start to think that Marty needs a little lovin' too.

"Come along, Marty." I ebb, breaking our eye contact and turning my attention to Eve, who appears surprised by my sudden directive - by the sudden whole ordeal she's witnessing too, I'm sure.

It's amusing, really.

Marty follows along like a lost puppy, a tent in his pants to what's about to take place. I confront Eve on the landing, standing two steps below her - Marty following closely behind. She stares incredulously onto the two of us - feeling a feeling I'm sure I had only hours before.

"John..." she speaks in a soft whisper, our faces confronting one-another.

I could tell Eve felt out of her depth this time, never having experienced - or expecting to experience this turn of events in her lifetime. Marty used to be one jealous motherfucker. That's all changed now, and all I felt capable of doing was to reassure her in this moment, to tell her how much we all wanted this to happen. I lean in, softly placing my lips onto hers. I'm well attuned to when I hear that breathy moan from Eve's voice - more off-put by when I hear Marty shutter in arousal behind me; I'll need to get used to that.

"Ouf..." Eve conjures from the kiss. Her hands take up a position around to the small of my back, gently tracing the crease of my spine.

This new taboo; the one all three of us shared in the moment - I may have been the initiator, but I appeared the least accustomed on how to respond to the stimulation of this scenario. The two of them rapt in excitement, anticipation on the matter. Eve's eyes flickered a dreamlike trance, moved by every infinitesimal pathway I trace along her body - while Marty, who may not have been jerking off at the scene in front of him, the straining in his pants suggest that it's highly likely he really wants to. I maintain my attention on Eve, taking my hand to the collar of her unaccommodating gown, longing to rip it off in the heat of passion.

"E-...Eve..." I raggedly mutter, tracing my finger along her clavicle, down to the crevice of her bosom, "Let's... move this to the bedroom."

"Hah... stole my idea," she pines for the change in scenery.

The two of us shamble through the hallway down to her and Martin's bedroom. Our hands reacquainting ourselves with each others bodies, her husband tailing closely behind, his own hands wrapped around himself as he entertains the idea to strip in our presence. I push Eve lightly into the door mid-kiss, pushing it open, leading our steps toward the bed in an embrace. Any fracture in rapport between the three of us felt non-existent in this moment, my and Eve's hand meeting while supine, pinning her arms to the bed above her head. Marty stood back, straining in the corner of their bedroom by the window's drapes.

I pulled on her robe's sash with my free hand, gently un-knotting the soft fabric that kept her gown tied closed. I think me and Marty both awed as her figure came un-obscured from the article of clothing, now tossed to a nearby pile of laundry, beside her nightstand. Her body glistened in a light drench of sweat, worked up from our building tension. I could not help but to reminisce on how beautiful all our times together have been, only this time was it shared by her husband, who gets to see the magic happen firsthand.