I could barely concentrate at work as the day crawled by. My former lovers Terri and Tommy had come to New York City and were staying with my boyfriend Max and me. By the time I got home from work, my body was buzzing with excitement at what the evening might hold. As I closed the door to our apartment, I leaned my back against the door and took a deep breath. I looked down and saw men's shoes. Somebody was home. It wasn't Max. These shoes were too casual.
"Hey!" I heard and saw Tommy's head peek around the corner into the front hall.
"Oh, hi," I said, caught off guard.
"Everything ok?" he asked, "Stressful day at work?"
"No it's ok," I said to try to cover being flustered, "just a little tired."
"I'm sorry," he said, "and I'm so full of energy!" He said, stepping closer to me.
"That's great, babe," I said, "I take it things went well."
"Yes," he said, stepping even closer to me, "They said they heard a depth to my voice they never heard before. Raw emotion. It was you, babe, I'm sure of it." As he gushed he eveloped me in his arms.
"I didn't do anything..." I said. Not yet anyway.
"You bring it out in me," he said, pulling me against him and leaning down to kiss me.
"Did you finish recording?" I asked, trying to change the subject. I couldn't do this. Not without Max here.
"No," he said, pulling his head back a bit but keeping hold of me.
"I'm glad it's going well," I said, running my hands down his arms so he would release his hold on me, and I could hold his hands between us. "We should talk," I said.
"About?" he smiled.
"Max knows," I said.
"Knows what?" he said looking confused.
"He knows about everything with me and you and Terri," I explained.
"And he's pissed?" he asked, making a logical assumption.
"Not at all," I said, "He's good with it."
"Good with what?" he asked.
"We've been to strip clubs...sex clubs...I didn't have sex with anyone else, but we've thought about it," I tried to sound vague because I didn't want him to feel pressured if he wasn't thinking about it too. "He's good with experimenting," I attempted to clarify.
"With me?" Tommy asked.
"No," I chuckled, "He doesn't want to have sex with you...," I hesitated, "But he's okay to watch me with you."
"Really?" he said, "How do you know this?"
"We've talked about it," I said simply.
"Okay," he said, and I could tell he was thinking about it seriously now.
"Listen, I don't want to overthink anything or orchestrate something that isn't meant to be," I said quickly, "I just wanted to let you know there are possibilities. So. Many. Possibilities."
I wanted to lean in to kiss him, but I knew Max had requested that he be involved. I didn't want him to think I was doing anything behind his back.
"There are..." Tommy agreed. He lifted our hands up together over our heads and pinned me against the door. I felt his hard cock press against me. Yes, he was just as excited as me about the possibilities.
Before he could lean in for the kiss, I said, "Max just said he doesn't want to be left out of the mix..."
"Ok," Tommy contemplated, letting go of my hands, "Makes sense."
"Speaking of the mix..." I said, "Where is Terri?" I kicked off my shoes and walked into the living room to sit down. Terri and Tommy had folded their blankets and piled them neatly on their pillows on the couch. My men were so sweet and thoughtful.
"He went to the store to get food to make us for dinner," he explained, "To thank you guys for opening up your place to us."
"Really!?" I asked, maybe a little too surprised, "Terri is going to make dinner for all of us?"
"Yep," Tommy said.
"Sounds good to me," I said, relaxing back on the couch. I was off duty for the night.
"Me too," Tommy said, flopping down next to me.
"Tell me more about today," I asked Tommy as we snuggled on the couch. I wanted to hear all about how it had gone recording the song. Our song.
We talked until Terri came into the apartment with bags full of food.
"Food delivery!" he yelled when he opened the door. Tommy jumped up to help him carry the food to the kitchen. I went in to help him too.
"Aww," I said to Terri, "That's really sweet of you to cook us dinner."
"It's the least I can do to repay you for letting us stay with you and Max," he said with that cute smile.
"Do you need any help?" I asked, not wanting to doubt his abilities.
"No, but I'll let you know if I do," he said smiling, "You go relax." I went back to sit on the couch. I should relax. Max would be home within an hour, and then I didn't know what the rest of the night would hold. I should be prepared for anything, or several things if I was lucky...
Tommy brought me a drink and helped Terri get the dinner started.
Tommy came back into the living room and started tinkering on the guitar. I could listen to him all day. I sat quietly and watched him.
Then I heard Terri, "Hey babe, where's your casserole dish?" Did he just say what I thought he said? I had to chuckle.
"What do you need?" I asked, getting up and walking into the kitchen.
"Casserole dish or Pyrex?" he requested.
"I didn't even know you knew those words," I laughed again.