Asking a woman to become the third partner in your bisexual relationship with your best friend wasn't easy. And it definitely wasn't something people did every day. Tristan was quite aware of this but didn't care. He wanted her. Knew she was meant for them. He wouldn't allow anything beyond her not wanting them to stop them. He watched her engagement ring glitter in the afternoon sunlight. It was pretty enough, in its own way. It looked odd on her finger to him though. It wasn't the ring they would pick out. And this wasn't a lunch to discuss wedding plans for them. He sighed and continued to nibble on his food. He wasn't really hungry anymore and was mentally trying to prepare himself for the conversation they would be having in a few moments. "When's the wedding?" The question tumbled out of his mouth without his control. Beau looked up at him sharply. She glanced up at him and gave him a timid smile. "December 5th. Why do you ask?" Tristan could only stare down at her face. She was once again staring at his should and he was beginning to wonder if there was a stain there. "I was merely curious of how much time we have to convince you that you shouldn't do it." She tilted her head and gave him a curious stare. "Why shouldn't I do it? Besides being unhappy and sexually dissatisfied, there is love and security there. Isn't that enough?" Both men looked at each other and wondered if she knew what she just confessed to them.
Beau pushed his plate away and softly grabbed her hand. "No, it's not enough. That's called settling, baby. And why should you settle?" She peered over at the joined hands. He was making it feel like tiny little monsters were trying to eat her insides. She had read enough romance novels to know it was called "butterflies" but she had never experienced it before. Even with her fiancé. Everything with them was always very matter of fact. It was always very casual and friendly. Well, except for his voracious sexual appetite. She finally looked into Beau's eyes and he lost his entire train of thought. He had never seen eyes like her. She kept it hidden behind the beautiful hair. Her eyes were like wildfire. Tristan had gorgeous hazel green eyes. But her eyes were amber with a blue ring. He was entranced and speechless.
Tristan wondered what had caught Beau's attention and caused him to suddenly go quiet. He didn't have to wonder long as she quickly turned to him and asked if Beau was ok. He could hear her but, just like Beau, he was getting his first taste of those gorgeous eyes and found he just couldn't speak. Their silence made her extremely uncomfortable. She quickly looked away from them both and excused herself to go to the restroom. Beau was still in a daze as she left but Tristan snapped back to reality when the door closed. "She's it, isn't she? We have to do this right, babe. We have to convince her to at least spend some time with us. Fit us into that 'schedule' she has," he rumbled while gazing at Beau. Beau nodded absently.
They both sat there in silence waiting on her return. While she was gone, their main course was delivered along with refills. As she came strolling back into the room, they both stood until she was seated. She smiled at her plate and happily began to eat. After a few silent moments, she turned to Beau. "Can we now discuss why you guys acted like that earlier? I'm really curious and you said we would." Tristan let out a small giggle at her straight forward questioning.
Beau thought she was simply adorable. He prepared himself for this slightly long speech by gulping down the rest of his rum and coke. "Tristan and I are more than friends. We are lovers. We've been together for 5 years and recently discovered something was missing." She glanced over at her and noticed she was still eating but nodded her head to let him know he was paying attention. "We found that while we enjoyed each other's company, we were missing female companionship. We are both bisexual and have often brought in a woman for a threesome." She peeked over at Tristan who sat quietly through Beau's explanation. He seemed nervous and she wished she knew how to comfort him. But she didn't so she continued to eat her food.
"We've thought over bringing in a permanent third into our relationship. A woman who was ok with sharing us. Equal love and trust between us all. Of course she would have to be ok with me and Tristan engaging in sexual activity both with her and with each other. Hopefully she would even be into two guys being together. We realized this would be hard to find but knew it was the answer to our problem." Tristan quickly cut in when Beau went to take a breath. "We noticed you almost eleven months ago and after watching you and lusting after you for months, we decided we wanted you, as our third. We initially decided to approach you but we were put off by your relationship status. We didn't know if you were happy. But after you little speech about being unhappy and unfulfilled, we know we can be everything you need. While you get to be everything we have ever dreamed of." As he finished his blunt speech, both men looked at her to notice she sat frozen, fork in air, staring straight ahead. Beau's eyes quickly snapped to Tristan's and he scowled. "You shocked her! Damnit man, what do we do now?!" Tristan slowly reached out to touch her. As soon as his hand made contact with her shoulder, her fork dropped and she slid her chair back. She looks flustered and her eyes roamed the room wildly. She snatched her bag off the back of her chair. "I have to go. I'm sorry."
Both men sat in shocked silence as she made her way around the table and hurried out of the room. Beau growled at Tristan in pure fury. "If you fucked this up, I'll never forgive you." He stormed out of the room, slamming the door on his way out making everyone in the place jump in fright. Tristan ran his hands through his hair and stared at her as she unhooked her bike from the bike rack and began to pedal away. He knew her harsh reaction was his fault but he knew it needed to be said quickly. Much like pulling off a Band-Aid. He stood up and slowly made his way back to his kitchen. He knew it would be a rough night at home with Beau. He still had dinner service to command and knew it would be a much needed stress reliever.
Khara knew she was breaking her schedule. Her therapist said she had to stop being rude and abandoning situations without explanations when she felt uncomfortable. But, in her defense, she didn't think her therapist ever envisioned her being approached by two men to join them in a weird three way relationship. She could barely function with just one man. How was she supposed to meet the emotional needs of two? She knew she was over thinking this entire thing. She was engaged. Nothing could happen with either man. Jared would be home by 7pm and she had dinner to prepare. There was no point on dwelling on things she couldn't control. She would simply be polite if she encountered either man again. But she couldn't stop herself from imagining both of those extremely gorgeous men touching each other. And touching her. She shook her head. No naughty thoughts. It was Tuesday. Beef for dinner and a boring blow job for Jared afterwards before she stayed up to 4 am reading on the couch, avoiding her fiancé and his need to cuddle.
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