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"That's my boy," I say as he latches on. I kiss your temple. "You know as soon as you stop, I'm going to put another one in you." I grin.
 
"Yeah baby," I say, grabbing the carrier, which does not scream when I do. I get you and the kid into the car and we head home.
 
When we get home, I lay the little Reece down in his bassinet after changing him and singing softly to him for a bit, and he fell asleep almost immediately after I laid him down. I cover him with a blanket and put the mobile above the bassinet on before leaving him.

Going into our room where you wait, I stammer a bit, blushing, before saying, "There's, um, something I need to talk to you about."
 
I shake my head, amused. "No, the baby can keep the jacket," I say. "No it's about. . . something else. . . " I take a deep breath and I sit down next to you. "I. .. . want to have. . . some. . . we'll call them 'relations'. . . . with Riley. . . . for. . . personal exploration. . ."
 
I press a finger to your lips gently. "I understand you're confused. I was for a bit too. Listen, and then talk." I see you nod and I continue. "The three way provided me some insight into something I haven't really thought about before- I don't know what it's like to be a woman. Before you interrupt, let me explain. I can talk the talk and walk the walk and get my brains fucked out, but I don't know my body. When it was Riley and I in the hot tub, I was fingering her- hesitantly, mind. She guided me to a spot inside of her that I know wasn't her G-spot, but, it was apparently a great spot, and she came HARD on my fingers. I want to know my pleasure zones, and what makes them tick, so we can have greater pleasure together. And there's no better teacher than another woman. Also," here I give a soft smile, "What better person to learn what makes YOU tick from then your ex? I want to increase the pleasure with BOTH of us, baby, but this is instinctive. I need to be taught this. I've been afraid of sex before you, now I need to learn more."
 
I cross my arms. "So I don't satisfy you? I can't help you with these things?" I ask, a bit confused, not sure if I'm hurt or not, simply caught off guard.
 
I facepalm. "No, sweetie, you satisfy me, and you satisfy me plenty. Think of it like this- would you rather have a man show you the best way to stroke yourself, or a woman? Scratch that-" I say. I think for a moment. "Whereas you are a fantastic lover, and you always will be, you have had help through the years from other guys, right? Things you'd like to try with a girl, maybe get advice, or watch porn together to get ideas if no one's tried it? That's what I'm proposing, except more intimate. I don't know my body like I should, because I have not made the effort. Sure, I'm fantastic, but I want to please YOU better. If you know where to hit. . . well, then, we have even more winners." I kiss your cheek. "Sometimes, in sex, I've learned, you need the help of someone the same sex as you. Now, you have not turned me lesbian or bisexual. You have made me curious about my own body, and how I can please you better." I look at you. "You may wreck my pussy any day of the week, and I will gladly let you, but I want to know what makes you REALLY tick, what will make you cum for minutes on end, what will make you collapse on the bed next to me breathlessly. I want to be able to give you what no one else can. But in order to do that, I need to know my sex, and by and large, myself."
 
"I still get to wreck it?" I ask. "I mean, if Riley wants some guy to join you, there better not be anyone but me wrecking it. Understand? And I get my way each time you get back. Whatever I want. Those are my terms." I say.
 
I smile. "Riley won't bring in another guy, she knows I'm too devoted to you, and she's not about to wreck what we have. And I agree with those terms, in fact," I grin. "I was going to offer those same terms myself." I kiss you. "Whatever you want, whenever you want after I get back. I promise."
 
I lean in and bite your ear. "Your ass is mine," I whisper, stepping back and giving you permission and a devious grin.
 
"Well, there's no mystery surrounding that, is there?" I tease, pleased that you took it so well. "I also will not reveal precisely what goes on between her and I, except to guide you, alright?" I get closer to you and kiss you again, hungry with desire for you.
 
"Okay," I say. "If it becomes a problem though, it ends. And not anytime when you're with the little freeloader, ok?"
 
"I will schedule each time with to when you're home or her sister can watch him," I promise. "Honestly, do you think I'd do that?" I understand why you brought it up, but I'm slightly hurt that you'd think I'd do it around my son.
 
"No, I don't at all. But if you go shopping or something with Ry, I don't trust that she wouldn't try to kiss you or something. I know how she is."
 
"I understand," I say. "We will not do anything in public, especially with the freeloader. Most it'll be is a quick kiss on the cheek hello or good-bye, alright?" I take your hands in mine and look at you. "This was a huge step for me, admitting that I need and want this. I wouldn't have been able to keep this from you, as the guilt would've driven me crazy. I am glad that you're taking it well, and thankful that you didn't completely freak out on me. It's a big step for me, because I'm not used to saying what I want or need, especially in the bedroom." I stroke your face and bite my lip. "I want to be a better lover, to match the love that my own lover is giving me."
 
"You do," I say, smiling. "But I feel like I don't give nearly enough, and want to do more." I continue to stroke your face. "I know that I might've made you feel like I just said, 'I don't get enough from you, so I'm going to go play with a girl'. It's not that at all. It's 'I want to know more about me, so I can further pleasure you AND me.' Please, don't EVER think that you don't please me enough, because everytime we fuck, you take me to the moon and back."
 
"Good, baby. Just don't forget I'm here, and so is that little boy in there," I say with a bit of an edge. "I said okay."
 
I wince a little and nod. "I'm going to make myself something to eat," I say softly, demurely. "Do you want anything?" I was in a way hurt by your responses, but what did I expect? Encouragement? Jealousy? What? I truly didn't know, but maybe some. . . reassurances. I guess that's why I reverted a little back to my very old ways, of being quiet and demure, thinking of you before me, since you were a man. Even my eyes were downcast.
 
I nod. "Do you want anything to eat?" I press a little harder, now wondering if I even should've told you at all. I keep my eyes downcast, my voice quiet and demure.
 
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