Page 33 of The Third Wheel
Mira's mother was staring at Wanda, her mouth opening and closing, like she'd forgotten how to speak.
Gunnar's hand on my thigh tightened. "Wanda. We talked about this. You can't start a porn site."
"It's not a porn site, it's a fetish site. And a site for various… hobbies and interests. You three are my inspiration," she replied with a grin. "Why should we let age or societal conventions hold us back? There are plenty of folks who find us sexy, and we're more than happy to indulge them."
As Wanda continued to explain her plans for OnlyGrans, I couldn't help but marvel at the woman's spirit and confidence. Even surrounded by taboo desires and unconventional relationships, she remained unapologetically herself, embracing every aspect of her sexuality and identity.
I could see Mira's mother trying to process Wanda's announcement about OnlyGrans, her face a mixture of horror and intrigue.
"I haven't had sex in forever," she said.
"Mom!" Mira gasped.
"I just assumed those days were over for me." Mira's bother shrugged. "Since your father left, I haven't felt the interest."
To my everlasting embarrassment, my mom chimed in, grinning devilishly. "Oh, honey, trust me. It only gets better with age. You need to find yourself a sexy silver fox." The women burst out laughing.
"Agreed," Wanda said, pulling out a notebook and jotting down some notes. "And perhaps we need to add some of those to OnlyGrans, too."
While the older generation delved into sexual discussions I didn't want to engage in, I chose to focus on Mira instead, planting a soft kiss on her after tilting her chin.
Pulling back, I swallowed hard and turned to Gunnar. His blue eyes burned with intensity, daring me to take that last step. I leaned in, brushing my lips against his. Gunnar grabbed my chin, his grip possessive and unyielding as he forced a raunchy, wild kiss upon me, stealing my breath and setting my blood on fire. The taste of him, the feel of his powerful hands on me—it was intoxicating.
As our lips parted, I knew without a doubt that this was what I wanted—the love and passion of two incredible people who made me feel alive, desired, and complete. And if the rest of the world couldn't understand or accept that, then to hell with them. We didn't need anyone's approval, but our own. And I knew at once that no one would be able to take this away from us, and that no one who loved us would even try.
The heat of Gunnar's lips lingered on mine as we broke apart, our breaths heavy and mingling in the charged air. As I blinked back to reality, I realized that every pair of eyes at the table was fixed on us—wide, shocked, and appraising.
"I suppose we can't fight love," Mira's mom sighed. "Though perhaps it's just a trend."
"Even if it's not a trend, they deserve their happiness," my mother said, her gaze steady and warm. "Who are we to try to define what love can be?"
Mira's mother watched us for a moment, then nodded. "I have no idea what real love looks like, my husband abandoned us before he even got to know his daughter." She reached for Mira,squeezing her hand. "I trust you to understand what's right for you, even if I don't understand it."
"Thank you," I murmured, directing my words to those who had spoken up for us, even as I continued to hold Mira tightly against me. My other hand found Gunnar's, our fingers intertwining as we formed a united front against whatever judgments might still be lingering.
"Love is love, Colby," my father said. My mom rubbed his arm, her smile softening the tension that clung to the air. He cleared his throat. "And it's clear to anyone who looks at you three that the love between you is real and deep."
"Agreed," Mira's mom chimed in, her tone lighter now, as if she was ready to put aside any doubts and embrace the happiness that filled our unconventional union. "If you're happy, then I'm happy."
Mira's eyes shimmered with gratitude, and maybe a few unshed tears, as she thanked her mom.
"Can we eat now?" Luna asked, breaking the spell that had fallen over the gathering. "I'm starving. And I've had enough threesome talk to last the rest of my life."
"Please," I laughed, my heart rate beginning to slow as the moment passed and life resumed its normal rhythm. "Let's enjoy this meal together as a family."
As we dug into the food, our families' chatter returning to more mundane topics. Relief washed over me, and our relationship felt more real than it ever had.
People knew about us, they accepted us. And it hadn't taken much to convince them.
Epilogue - Colby
The wedding, if youcould still legally call it a wedding, was beautiful. We'd stood before our friends and family, and committed to each other in a real, moving, and open way. Being married to them, even if it wasn't a legal union, was thrilling. The ceremony had been warm and loving, a casual affair filled with our family and friends, who by now all had given us their blessing.
And now we were in our honeymoon suite, in a little hotel a few hours south of Hazy Cove. Mira stood before Gunnar and me in her gorgeous gown, a cheeky grin playing on her lips. She was still my favorite person in the world, though Gunnar was now a close second.
"Guess what I'm wearing under my sari?" she teased, spinning and letting the fabric swish around her feet. The colorful sari wasa nod to her Indian heritage, and she looked lovely, the bright colors making her skin glow.
We'd had a long day of festivities, and I was exhausted, but one seductive remark from my new wife, and my cock twitched to life. And judging from the bulge in our husband's slacks as he moved to stand next to me, he was feeling the same. Gunnar was my husband now. That thought sent a rush of warmth straight to my dick.
