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Amy’s Point Of View
Knowing about Dean Vanessa’s secret threesome with my husband and Simone, granddaughter of Diane Caulfield, felt odd. On the one hand, Victor’s love life before our union was none of my business, but on the other, it described an aspect of him I hadn’t known about.
We made wild love before lazing together on the bed, and in that repose, I imagined what a threesome with Victor might feel like. It was a daydream, a bizarre and abstract fantasy, and I never mentioned it because some things are better left unsaid.
Or are they?
I’m hiding a secret.
Oh fuck, does it matter?
My hormones are going fucking wild.
Bizarrely, I chose Stanza to be our third, enjoying watching my fiancee fucking her doggy style while she went down on me. I smelled sex in the room, which was real because Victor had already fucked me.
“Are you okay, Amy?”
“Huh… yeah, of course, sorry, I was miles away.”
“Penny for your thoughts?”
“They aren’t worth a penny this time, Victor. Just boring study planning in my daydreams.”
Stanza?
Why Stanza?
Shouldn’t our relationship be strong enough to discuss this?