Page 144 of The Holy Grail
“Me, too,” Malcom said, before adding, “I have a pan of lasagna in the oven, if that will help.”
Jules nodded. “It will.”
“I also have Motrin, if you need any … and Chamomile tea. Or wine, if you prefer.”
“Thanks. You know you’re really good at this kind of stuff,” she told him, only to add, somewhat dryly, “which makes sense since you were married for a while.”
“I’m pretty good at giving massages,” Evan volunteered.
“I’ll bet you are,” Jules told him, before getting to her feet to go get some Motrin and a heaping glass of wine.
Screw the Chamomile tea.
After dinner, the men headed back to the couch and turned on the TV. To Jules’ amusement, they were both enamored with a show calledThe Great British Bakeoff. As she was settling onto the loveseat, they immediately told her to join them on the couch but she begged off, pointing out there wasn’t enough room for them to all be comfortable, and she was just going to read. She pulled out her Kindle, but before she could even open the digital book, Malcom asked, “What are you reading?”
“It’s a book about a triad.”
The two men looked at one another, before Malcom muted the TV and asked, “Fiction or non-fiction?”
She gave a little snort. “Fiction.”
“Is it good?”
“It’s not bad.”
“That sounds like you don’t like it.”
“I might have a few issues with it,” she admitted.
“Like what?”
They were both looking at her with genuine interest, so she said, “Well, one of my issues is that both of the men are described as having ten-inch cocks and she’s taking both of them like a champ, which seems unrealistic, right? Plus, there’s no mention of lube ever being used, and I’m pretty sure that’s a necessity.”
They were now both looking at her with matching expressions ofHmmm.
“What?” she demanded.
Evan was the first to speak. “Are you reading this book for entertainment purposes, or because you’re curious?”
“A little of both, maybe. But it’s fiction—hello, matching ten-inch cocks—so obviously not a realistic how-to manual or anything.”
“Are you thinking about taking us both?”
Malcom chose that moment to break in. “You told me your back door was exit only,” he reminded Jules.
Evan blinked in surprise. “You two have talked about anal?”
“Very, very briefly,” Jules replied. “In passing.”
“Are you re-thinking your back door policy?” Malcom asked.
“Maybe.” She paused for a moment, then elaborated with, “I’ve been kicking the thought around a bit—at first with little baby kicks, because anal has never been on myBucket List. Or any list, for that matter, really. However, lately I’ve been thinking about it in terms of the bigger picture, one in which the three of us arefullyinteractive.” Taking a breath, she then added, “And if we’re going to be fully interactive, then we should all have to be willing to, you know …”
“Take it in the ass?” Evan provided with dry amusement.
Not surprised at Evan’s bluntness (sometimes it could rival her own), Jules lifted a shoulder in a delicate shrug. “Yes.” In a softer tone, she added, “Which is why I’ve been thinking about double penetration. I mean, obviously not every Friday night, or whatever, but once in a while would be a good thing, right?”
“It would be,” Evan agreed.
