He nodded distractedly. “Sure, of course, okay.”
I waited a long moment, staring at him staring at me, then finally asked, “Well, do you want to hear them?”
“Sure.” He propped himself up on his pillow, a look of anticipation on his face, as if he didn’t want to get excited about it just yet but couldn’t help himself. “What are they?”
I held up my finger. “One, it’s just once.”
“Of course,” he said with a nod.
Taking a deep breath, I held up a second finger. “Two…I get to watch.”
He grinned. “You dirty girl,” he teased.
A third finger went up. “Three, and/or participate. Why should you get to have all the fun?”
His smile dropped a notch, but then he nodded. “Okay. But whoever we do this with only fucks me, not you. I don’t want him messing with my woman.”
I could live with that. “Agreed.”
“Besides,” Pete continued, “if he’s gay—”
“I said okay.” I gave his dick a quick tweak to get his mind off the possibility of a threesome in our future and back where it belonged, on me.