Pretty When He's Her: Bonus Chapter

If you would have told me a month earlier that I would end up in a throuple, I would have laughed in your face. Even still, the word ‘throuple’ didn’t quite sit right with me—like it was something so wrong and weird and desperate. But that wasn’t the case with what we had.

There was something about the dynamic that just worked. It just made sense. Alex satisfied needs we didn’t know that we had—or maybe they were needs we knew about but kept buried deep down, out of shame, worried about the judgement of others. 

I couldn’t help but remember when my wife kissed that emo girl in college. She claimed it was harmless, but I was there. I watched her slip her fingers quietly under that skirt, and I know she finger-fucked her until she had a squirting orgasm. I remember the little puddle on the floor that the emo girl claimed was her spilled drink. 

For years, Sophie told me that it was nothing more than a drunken college experiment—but now, it was clear that it was a hint: a hint at something she wanted but never had since that night. I saw it when Sophie and Alex kissed.

Sure, it was a bit weird at first, watching my wife kiss someone else. But the reality is, most guys want to see their girl kissing another girl. The fact that Alex had a cock made it a bit more complicated. The fact that Alex was my male friend just a month earlier made it a bit harder to wrap my head around. But I could tell that it was Alex’s feminineness that Sophie was attracted to—so that made it fine for me.

And I think that it was the same for Sophie. She knew that my attraction to Alex was because of her ‘maleness’, though it was only maleness that I could accept because of Alex’s femininity. My God, that sounds so crazy! But it was just the truth. 

Luckily, my pretty wife loved watching me sink to my knees to suck our ‘girlfriend’. Sophie would sit and rub her clit while watching my lips slide up and down the length of Alex’s veiny shaft. 

I think we truly shared Alex 50/50. Some nights, Sophie took Alex on her own while I watched. Other nights, Sophie watched while I fooled around with Alex. Most nights we all played together, and sometimes it was hard to tell whose shaft was in whose hole. There was never any jealousy, never any complaining about someone getting more attention than someone else.

It just worked.

And what really made it work was that we both got off seeing each other with Alex. I loved watching Alex pin down my wife to face-fuck her. I loved watching that long cock slide and plunge down into my wife’s throat. I loved watching Alex coat her pretty face in warm streaks of cum. I loved watching Alex suck my wife’s nipples, making her moan.

And sometimes I would hear Sophie moaning while I had a cock down my throat. I would hear her moaning when Alex was deep in my ass and my face was stuffed down against a pillow. She would even chime in, “Cum on his chest for me.” Alex would do it, and then Sophie would walk over to lick it up. Sometimes she would have me lick the cum off of her breasts.

And then, of course, there were nights where I had Sophie to myself. Alex would sit off to the side and watch, sometimes stroking her shaft, sometimes just quietly enjoying the romance between us. Our sex had become more romantic—more sweet… more intimate. We kissed more. We held each other more. We were more careful and gentle with each other. I found myself looking into her eyes, and she would stare back into mine. It was like we had finally connected on the deepest level. There was so much trust. There was this powerful sense of knowing—knowing that we had no secrets between us. Knowing that we had exactly what we wanted. Before, there was always this looming dread that she could leave me at any moment. I never did forget about that passionate kiss at that college party. But now, I wasn’t terrified Sophie would leave me for some random chick.

One night, we both came home from work to find Alex in the kitchen, body covered in whipped cream and chocolate. It was a month after her implant surgery, and all of the scars were officially healed. “Let’s celebrate,” she said with a smirk.

That night, we started by licking off the chocolate and whipped cream. I sucked her left nipple and Sophie sucked her right. Then, I went down to find that Alex was erect. I let her into my mouth while Sophie sat down gentle on Alex’s face, getting Alex’s tongue up into her warm, wet pussy.

Then, I sat down on Alex’s lap, accepting that hard erection in my anus. While Alex thrusted up, I kissed my wife. She moaned gently into my mouth as Alex’s tongue provoked an intense orgasm. My wife wrapped her fingers around my cock and jerked me off while we kissed.

I came first, splattering Alex’s chest and chin—and a shot hit my wife right on the clit. Alex came next, deep in my ass. I felt the warm, gooey load filling me. And then she pulled out, letting it all spill out of me. 

We all giggled looking at each other afterwards. It wasn’t the most flattering sight: all of us with smeared chocolate on our faces and whipped cream in our hair—not to mention the glistening cum splattered everywhere. 

And there was an excitement gleaming in their eyes—and probably in mine too. I think I knew exactly what that excitement was: knowing that this was something that we could do every night, something we would never get tired of.

Something that was just… right.