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As bad as Erik thought things were going to be—thanks to his nerves and awkwardness of first dates—he was happy to find that it wasn’t nearly as bad.
He had taken one for the team by walking ahead so Charles wouldn’t be alone and Magda could spend a little more time getting to know him. Plus, he was the one who knew where they were going so it made sense for him to lead the way.
Behind him, he could hear his wife talking to their date, teasing him a little but Erik couldn’t find it in himself to care. At least this way Charles was getting to know them both and the dynamic between them.
It was only a couple of minutes before they reached the restaurant that Erik and Magda had picked out and, from down the street, Erik was already checking to make sure they could make their way in without any issues. No steps to the door was always a good sign, Erik decided.
That was hopefully something he would need to get used to looking for in the future. If the date went well then they would be doing this again at some point—hopefully sooner than later—and they would need more than one place to go on dates.
“Right down here,” Erik said, walking a little quicker for a couple of steps to get the door for Magda and Charles, smiling at them as they went by him.
From behind them, he could see the way Charles was looking around and all Erik could think was that this shouldn’t be too strange for Charles. After all, he seemed like someone who had plenty of money and would regularly visit places like the steakhouse they had ended up at.
“This is okay, right?” Erik asked, leaning down a little to keep his voice low, “If not, we can find somewhere else. I realized we didn’t ask about any potential dietary limitations, if you have any feel free to let us know.”
Charles looked over at him and smiled a little before shaking his head, “No, this is great. I just haven’t been out to eat properly in a while. I tend to just get takeaway and eat at home,” He said with a small laugh.
“We may need to fix that then,” Erik said, trying to make it sound vaguely threatening. He left a quick kiss on Charles’s cheek and then took a step away, smirking to himself as he saw the way Charles’s face turned pink.
All Erik could do was step forward toward the counter so they could be seated. He told them they were three of them and then they were lead to a table and Erik gave a small wave of his hand to move one of the chairs away so Charles could roll up to the table and then pulled Magda’s chair out for her as he took his own seat—across from Magda, next to Charles.
After placing their drink order—staying away from the alcohol because of Magda’s condition—they were left alone to look over their menus. Or that was what Erik was doing when Magda spoke up.
“If you wanted to order something stronger to drink, Charles, you could have,” She informed the other man. “Erik tends to stay away from it while I’m pregnant, but it’s not something that I’m demanding. Both of you can drink if you want.”
Charles smiled a little but shook his head. “No, thank you,” He said, politely, “I umm…have a bit of a complicated past with alcohol. I’ve struggled with addiction in the past and, well, it’s probably best that I do stay away from it.”
“Alright,” Magda replied, and Erik could tell she was already thinking ahead. It was something they could handle, just staying away from alcohol in the future if this went well. Sure Magda enjoyed some wine from time to time and Erik loved a beer or glass of whiskey but with the kids and the pregnancies it wasn’t as though they were drinking often and could handle leaving it off entirely.
“So, Charles,” Erik said, turning to look at the man, “Tell us about yourself. Outside of teaching, that is. What do you like to do? Who are you?”
Across from him, Magda laughed softly at the question but Erik decided to ignore it. He knew asking Charles who he was wasn’t the best way to go but they didn’t really know much and he wanted to fix that.
“Oh no,” Charles said with a smile, “I’m never good at questions like this. Umm…I love children but that’s not a surprise. I originally wanted to be a scientist. I have a degree in genetics and started teaching at university but decided I would prefer younger kids to teaching adults so I went back to school to get my teaching degree and early childhood. I’ve been working with preschool kids for about six years now and love it.”
“I’m sure it’s interesting. Always something new, never a dull moment,” Magda said and Erik was thinking about everything their twins got up to. There couldn’t be a dull moment with sixteen more toddlers on top of that.
“Absolutely not,” Charles agreed with a small laugh, “You never know what you’re going to hear or say.”
“Sometimes I worry about what our kids are saying in school but there’s no way to control them. They’re going to say what they want even if we try to tell them not to.”
“To be fair, there’s no way to predict what they’re going to say. Some of the sentences they come out with I don’t think could’ve ever been thought of before. It’s not like we can come up with a comprehensive list or anything,” Magda added and Charles nodded.
“I know what you mean. There’s plenty of moments where we tell the kids things not to say and it’s immediately their favorite word. Or they say something I’ve never even dreamed of someone saying,” He gave an amused sound and looked back at the menu.
From there, the conversation devolved to discussion about the menu and what they were each thinking about getting. Erik didn’t hesitate to choose a steak—the same kind he’d had the first time they’d been there that he enjoyed so much. Of course, Magda was ready to give into her pregnancy cravings and went for a spicy sandwich with extra pickles and to ask for a sweet sauce to go with it. For a moment, he wondered if Charles was going to comment but he didn’t say anything. Wise man.
It seemed to take Charles longer than it had taken Erik or Magda. In the end, he elected for a small steak and a salad. It seemed to Erik that he was much more interested in the salad than the steak. Not that he said anything about it and Erik had to wonder if Charles typically ate meat. Or perhaps it was just steak? But there were plenty of other options.
But that was something to grill him on at a later date. Perhaps not on their first date when it felt like impressing each other was the most important thing and making the “right” choices. Though, after Magda’s order, it felt as though Charles shouldn’t care and just order whatever he’d like. She wasn’t insecure about her cravings after all. But there was always time to grow and get more used to each other.
It didn’t take long for the waitress to come over and get their order and then the three of them were left alone to wait on their dinner. The silence didn’t last long but for those few seconds it was almost deafening.
“Magda,” Charles said, as though he couldn’t have waited a second longer to break the silence. “When are you due? You did say you’re pregnant right?” Erik could see the flash of panic behind the other man’s eyes and hid a smirk behind his drink as he took a sip.
“I still have quite a while to go,” She replied, “I’m almost four months in.” Her hand went to her belly where the slightest bump was just starting to form and Erik couldn’t help but move his eyes there too, even if he couldn’t see anything because of the table.
“Early spring baby,” Erik said softly, “We’re still debating whether we’re going to have a boy or girl this time.”
“I think Erik’s hoping for twins again, or triplets,” Magda said, looking at her husband, almost challenging him to argue against what she was saying but Erik would never. Though he wasn’t sure they could really handle that many at once, Wanda and Pietro were about to take them out already.
No matter what Erik wanted, he had to admit that one would be for the best of their sleep schedule and tiredness levels. Perhaps their health overall.
“Anyway,” Erik said, trying to sidestep the challenge from his wife, “I’m thinking this one is going to be another little girl, Magda is thinking it’s going to be a boy. Though we want to wait and find out when they’re born.”
There was a soft smile on Magda’s face when Erik looked back in her direction. The kind of look that could melt his heart and had in the past, enough to get her past his shields.
“It doesn't really matter, we’re going to love them the same and we already have one of each,” Magda added, her attention going back to Charles. “What about you? I mean if you were going to have one, would you want a boy or a girl?”
There was something about Charles that was giving off a feeling of being uncomfortable. The stiff set of his shoulders, the way he was fidgeting with his hands under the table and refusing to look right at either of them.
“We’re not trying to give you our baby or convince you to take them,” Erik said with a small laugh, not knowing what the problem was but waiting to break the tension either way. “Just in a hypothetical, would you have a preference?”
That was the point where Charles seemed to relax—though only fractionally—and then reply. “I suppose I wouldn’t mind either way, but I’ve always seen myself with a little boy,” He smiled softly and Erik could almost see what he was imagining.
The thought of Charles with a baby held against his chest, maybe rocking them to sleep or just feeding them was almost too much for Erik to bear. If he had to compare it to something, it was very similar to the way he felt about Magda when they first started talking about children. Of course, by now, he had stronger feelings than he did back then, now that she had become his wife and had birthed their children, being pregnant with another one now. In time, he was sure his feelings for Charles could grow too, if given the chance.
Part of him knew he was going too fast, getting ahead of himself, thinking about all of these things. It was the first date, after all, and here he was thinking about Charles holding one of their children.
And then he had to stop himself from thinking about what Charles would look like pregnant. It wasn’t like there was an option for that to happen anyway, but as Magda knew and Charles would soon find out—if this date turned into two or three more—Erik did have a breeding and pregnancy kink. The fact that he loved children and wanted a big family was an added bonus.
“I really do think you’d be amazing at being a parent,” Magda was saying when Erik tuned back into the conversation. “I mean the way you are with our kids, your students? You’d have to be.”
“Sometimes I wonder. Sometimes I think I get a little too mad or care a little too much. I worry I’d do something I’d end up regretting or that would come back to bite me later on. But I do love little ones. Your twins are an endless source of entertainment and love. Pietro seems to love kissing my arm and Wanda is always looking for a hug.”
“Oh, believe me, we know,” Magda said with a soft smile in Charles’s direction.
“They definitely get that from Magda,” Erik added, “She’s the more…tactile one in this relationship, after all.”
Magda was shaking her head before he finished speaking. “Don’t let Erik fool you. He’s secretly very cuddly and affectionate but he doesn’t want people to know that part.”
“I have a reputation I’m trying to keep, love. You’re not exactly helping,” Erik said, his voice gentle even as he attempts to playfully scold his wife—something that just got him a smile in return. His wife wasn’t about to care or be scolded. If anything Erik would be in trouble for that later.
“Nice to know you’re a big softy at heart,” Charles said, his hand darting out to wrap around Erik’s bicep, giving it an affectionate squeeze.
“I’m a little touch starved. I don’t see why we’re judging me for that,” Erik said, pretending to pout a little about it. It was nice to let his guards down with someone else and not just Magda—not that she wasn’t enough, but there was something thrilling about doing it with someone new, especially when his wife was watching.
Magda gave him a smile and it was one of those soft, gentle ones that she tended to save for their more loving moments when it was just the two of them. “No one is judging you for that, my sweet boy. I just thought that Charles should know the kind of man you really are if he’s going to be joining us going forward.” Her attention shifted to the other man. “Wouldn’t you like to know who you’re talking to and on a date with, Charles?”
For a moment, the other man seemed to look uncomfortable but, after a glance between Magda and Erik before his eyes landed back on Magda, he nodded. It felt oddly as though he knew their game and what was going on, like he had a sixth sense for it and knew how to play.
That thought alone was enough to send a shiver up Erik’s spine and make his stomach clench in a way he didn’t tend to associate with just anyone. Charles, it would seem, was closer to fitting in with them than anyone would’ve guessed before.
“I would,” Charles said, “Besides, I’m a rather hands on kind of person as well. If you have something against physical touch then we may not mesh well. But if what your wife says is true, then I can see this working out well between the three of us, if you’re both sure that’s what you’re interested in.”
There was something more at play that Erik wasn’t seeing but he had no doubts that both Charles and Magda knew what they were doing. There was just something in both of their eyes, the looks they were exchanging and even the way Charles had said “your wife” as though he was trying to remind Erik that he was married.
Was this some kind of kink for Charles? Or Magda? Or perhaps even himself? Or was it simply three people who didn’t really know what was going on and trying to find their place still?
By the end of the date, he knew he was going to be exhausted but he knew his intrigue was only going to grow as the minutes ticked on.
As their food arrived, the conversation had changed to something more calm and normal. The three of them were back to getting to know each other in a typical way as Charles told the two of them about his sister—the only family he would talk about—and how the two of them had been shopping a couple of days earlier.
That led to Erik discussing his sister, who he had lost a few years earlier in a rather tragic accident. The death still rattled him and left him missing her more than he had imagined possible.
Magda didn’t have too much to say about that, but did share about how she was an only child and wanted to make sure she had a big family for her babies because of it.
That was one thing her and Erik agreed upon early in their relationship, especially after Erik lost his sister and found himself wishing he had another sibling, someone who he could talk to about it and share in the pain he was experiencing. He had his mama, of course, but losing a child and losing a sister weren’t exactly the same thing.
Once they began to eat, however, silence fell around them and, Erik was shocked to find, it was comfortable. There was no need to fill the quiet with words, simply sitting together and focusing on eating was enough.
At least, for a while it was, until they were full enough that they could slow down a little. Or he and Charles did, Magda—who was eating for two—was not so fast to reduce her speed.
“I know it’s not the purpose of this date, but how are the kids doing in school?” Erik asked, feeling the need to bring the twins up. Mostly because it felt like common ground and a place they could verge from to get more information about each other and how the kids do with Charles throughout the day. That was one of the biggest things to consider, after all, how well Charles and the twins got along. If they hated them, things would be difficult in ways they hadn’t considered before.
Magda looked at Erik for a brief moment and then returned to her food. If Erik had to guess, he’d say she was wondering what he was up to and either saw his plan or at least that he knew where he was going and decided there were more important things. Like feeding herself and their baby.
“They’re doing well. Pietro is as mischievous as ever, and honestly endlessly entertaining. He gives us a lot of much needed laughs. Wanda seems to be enjoying it as well. She’s really smart and is one of the best students in the class, smart, knows her stuff. Not that I’m saying Pietro isn’t smart too but—“
“It’s okay,” Erik said with a laugh, “I get it. Pietro…he knows the stuff he’s just much less interested in it. Believe me, I’ve met him. I’ve tried to get him to do the family homework things you send home. It’s a struggle.”
“When we can get him started he’s one of the top kids too but he would rather play or run around the room than sit down and focus on anything,” Charles said.
That seemed to be the point that Magda decided to slow on eating too and join the conversation. “How bad do you think that’s going to be in the future?” She asked, “I mean his trouble focusing and how energetic he is? Is it something we need to be working on now? A diagnosis, therapy, medication? What do we need to do?”
“Not that we’re trying to put you on the spot for an action plan or anything,” Erik added, “but we don’t want to make things harder on our boy than they have to be.”
Charles nodded, “I understand completely. If this is something you’re worried about, I would recommend talking to a doctor about it. Bring up your concerns there and see what they suggest. Especially if you’re concerned about his academics. Personally, I’m not the biggest fan of putting such young children on medication but there are cases when I can see the benefits.”
“And Pietro is one of them?” Erik asked, somewhere between a joke and actually asking. He didn’t want to make Charles feel like their decision depended solely on his answer, but it would play a part, he was sure. If a teacher was worried then perhaps it was worth looking into.
At home the solution was simple, let him run the energy off. They could take him outside or just let him go in the playroom they had. Enough small trampolines and ball pits and the boy’s energy would be burning off in no time.
At school, however, things weren’t as simple. Erik could only imagine Pietro bouncing off the walls there the way he did at home, the screaming, the running, the jumping. It wasn’t that he was a bad kid but he was so hyper at all times and nothing they tried seemed to help. Those diets other parents had sworn by did nothing to change how he acted and more punishment didn’t get them anywhere but did seem to negatively affect his mental health. They had to find something to do.
“Well, he has his moments,” Charles replied, diplomatically and with a smile. “There are times he’s sitting there being good while everyone else is running wild. Keep in mind, those times are few and far between, but still.”
Erik couldn’t help but laugh softly at that. “Yeah, well, he’s always great for us at about bedtime when he’s so tired he can’t keep his eyes open.”
“But the next morning he bounces out of bed,” Magda said, “he starts first thing and almost stays up later than we do.”
“There’s not much downtime with him around, as you can imagine,” Erik said and Charles nodded.
For a moment, the silence lingered as the three of them turned back to their food, taking a few more bites. In Erik’s mind, it was almost painful. Not that he thought the silence was that bad, but he had almost run out of things to ask about. What else was he supposed to say or do? Or maybe he was just supposed to stay quiet and let Magda lead the conversation for a while.
Not that he was too surprised when Charles spoke up again, breaking the silence without a fear. “So, I told you about myself but what about you two? I mean what do you like to do for fun? In the free time you have?”
“We don’t have much free time,” Magda said with a laugh. “I’m a stay-at-home mom and Erik works. So while he’s gone and the kids are gone I work around the house, cleaning, straightening up and cooking mostly.”
“Sometimes I work from home but I spend most of my time working or if the kids are home, I will try to entertain them to give Magda a break,” Erik added. “If we get a moment to ourselves we’ll have a little date. Dinner maybe, or just something at home. Sometimes we’ll go for a walk, maybe through the park, stop for a coffee or something.”
“If I ever get a few minutes to myself, I’ve always liked knitting,” Magda said, smiling a little, “Or crocheting, but I haven’t had the chance since the twins were born.”
Erik smiled a little, thinking about her pregnant with their babies, sitting in a rocking chair and knitting little hats for them both. It was a sight he saw on multiple occasions and still he thinks about it so fondly. Maybe he should take the twins off her hands so she can do their for the newest edition to their family and he could see the same sight once again.
“I’ve always been fond of chess,” Erik said, “But, of course, I don’t get the chance to play often anymore. Really, I haven’t played since my dad died, he was the one who taught me and the only one who knew how to play.”
Magda got the same look on her face now that she always used to get when he brought up chess. A smile, a small roll of her eyes. She was never interested in playing, no matter how many times Erik offered to teach her, but she would sit and talk to his mama while him and his dad played.
Now, though, Charles seemed to have a similar but very different reaction. His eyes lit up and he smiled brightly. “Oh, I love chess,” He admitted, “But my sister never was interested either. Really, since I graduated, I haven’t had anyone to play with. I was on the chess team in college and I miss it. Perhaps you and I could have a game some day. See if you are as good as you pretend you are.”
Erik smirked at him, “Oh, you’re on, Xavier,” He said, accepting the challenge and hoping the chance to show off his skills—no matter how rusty—would come sooner rather than later.
It was as though the air around them shifted then and things flowed much more freely. The next thing Erik knew, his plate was empty and so were the other two’s. Of course, it didn’t take long for this to be noticed and the waitress came over to them holding menus, asking if they would be interested in desserts.
The three of them exchanged looks and if the way his wife was looking at him didn’t give him an answer the look in Charles’s eyes did. Both of them were certainly interested, even if Erik wasn’t and he wasn’t about to deny both of them. Not when his wife was pregnant, especially.
“Yes, please,” He said, and as the menus were passed out, he wondered when he was voted to be the one to lead the group and talk for them all. Perhaps the other two were just trying to be nice but Magda had typically taken on the role before and he was a little shaken up by it.
But then a hand was out and resting on his and he looked up to see his wife looking at him with a small smile, giving his hand a reassuring squeeze.
“Is everything okay?” Charles asked, clearly not missing the interaction between them both.
Magda nodded and gave him a small smile, “Yeah, everything's fine,” She replied, “There are some things that you may have to wait to learn about. Like how much of a subby boy Erik can be at times,” She said.
Charles looked at her and then at Erik, his face turning a slight shade of pink but that was nothing to what Erik could feel his own face doing. It was burning and he could only imagine how bright of a shade of red it was.
“Or maybe you can see it for yourself right now. Anytime I give him the chance to speak up, he seems so hopelessly lost, don’t you, love?” She asked and Erik ducked his head a little, blushing more, but still he nodded anyway. He knew an answer was expected.
From next to him, Charles shifted and Erik could only imagine what was going on between the two of them but then a hand was carding through his hair and he didn’t have to look to know it was Charles. By this point he was an expert on all the ways Magda touched him and this wasn’t one of those ways, an uncertainty, almost hesitation that was so far from Magda’s confidence, but no less enjoyable.
“I don’t see how you get anything done,” Charles said and Erik looked over a little to see what kind of look was on his face, trying to find out what was on his mind. But Charles was just staring at him, looking a little too much in awe of him and Erik didn’t know what to do with it.
“He is pretty, isn’t he?” Magda asked, smirking. “Tell me, Charles, once we’ve finished out desserts, why don’t you come home with Erik and I? You can learn more about all the pretty things he does.”
Somewhere along the way, the conversation had taken a very different turn from how it had started. It wasn’t anything that Erik would’ve expected, but perhaps he should’ve from the way Magda had been recently. This pregnancy was quite different then the pregnancy she had with the twins and part of that was how insatiable she had been.
“Only if it’s alright with both of you. I wouldn’t want to intrude or anything.” Charles replied.
For a moment, there was silence and then Erik realized they were waiting for an answer from him and so he nodded, “Yes, if it’s okay with Magda, it’s more than okay with me.”
“Good, then it’s settled,” Magda replied, looking at her menu, “Do you want anything, Erik?”
Erik shook his head, never big on desserts and she knew it. Alas, he would sit patiently and allow Charles and Magda to both order and eat their desserts, trying to ignore the way he was already half hard and knowing it was going to last. The only thing he was able to think of was what was to come when they left and made their way home.
The wait was torture, but Erik loved every second of it. Even when it felt as though Charles and Magda were both teasing him. Both were taking turns eating their desserts, once they came out, wrapping their lips around spoons, moaning, licking it clean. Erik shifted against his seat and then a hand was on his thigh and he looked over at Charles whose eyes had gone dark.
They both knew well what they were doing and were intentionally working against him. No matter what was to come out of their current relationship and the addition of Charles, Erik knew it was going to be torturous in the best of ways.
As soon as their food was gone, the three of them made their way out with Erik being the one to stop and pay—something that either of the others could’ve done with his card, but refused. He had a working theory that it was mostly because he was still on the verge of being hard—a little more than half now—and starting to be visible through his trousers. Just another way to humiliate him.
The walk home seemed to take just as long as the end of dinner did. Magda and Charles side by side once again but this time Erik heard whispering coming from their direction and knew they were scheming. It should bother him but he just felt a tightness in the bottom of his stomach and his cock twitching in his trousers at the thought of what they had in store for him.
An eternity later, they were at his and Magda’s place and the three of them were making their way inside. As soon as his and Magda’s shoes were off, he was being pulled in and kissed hard. Unable to help himself, he moaned into the kiss—a sound he was sure was rather pathetic to anyone listening in, like Charles was. And then he was grinding against her.
That was the move that put an end to the kiss. With a grip on his hair, she pulled his head back to look in his eyes. “Stop grinding against my leg like a desperate dog. Be a good boy and wait for it.” She ordered.
With a look to Charles, she asked, “Ready to go to the bedroom?”
The man who was watching on with shock and arousal, only nodded in response, seeming a little caught off guard by the display he had just witnessed and Erik couldn’t blame him. He still remembered the first time he realized how dominant Magda could be. It had shocked him but turned him on more than he could’ve ever thought it would.
Magda looked over at Erik and then took him by the hand, guiding him through the house and to the bedroom. Behind them, Charles followed along. Erik couldn’t help but watch as he licked his lips, pulling the bottom one between his teeth.
Moments later, he was being pushed into the chair next to the bed and there were no directions. He knew his place and was more than ready for this to happen. Even if it wasn’t anything they had done before, it was something they had talked about at length, something that turned Erik on more than he cared to examine.
“On the bed, Charles,” Magda ordered, rounding on the other man to look down at him. “Unless you have any complaints, Erik’s going to strip down and watch us.”
Charles’s eyes darted from Magda to Erik, his lips parted, as though he wasn’t sure about this. His eyes lingered on Erik a little longer and he gave a small nod to let Charles know it was okay.
“He likes to watch,” Magda said softly, “Believe me, he likes to watch. And we have a running bet if he can get off to seeing someone else fuck me. What do you say?”
With an audible swallow, Charles nodded and wasted no time in pulling his sweater over his head, rather eagerly.
“Don’t rip that shirt,” Erik said, and then blushed a little when both of them looked at him. “It looks good on you. Your eyes look…they’re the bluest I’ve ever seen.”
Charles gave a small smile and was a little more careful in taking the shirt off. And then he was moving onto the bed and working to get his trousers off, along with his socks and underwear.
It was only then that Erik remembered Magda saying he was going to strip down and watch. He had been a little too caught up in the watching part and forgot to get undressed.
“Pretty boys,” Magda said, looking between Charles and Erik, watching them both as they undressed. She was still fully clothed and Erik couldn’t help but enjoy it, the way she seemed to have all the power, all the confidence, he and Charles at her command. It seemed they were doing anything she told them to do already.
“Now,” She said, stalking over to the bed and crawling over Charles, “Let’s find out what you like, shall we?”
There was something about the look in Charles’s eye at hearing that. The way he looked a little scared but mostly aroused, his eyes locked on Magda who was hovering over him.
In the blink of an eye, Magda was down, her face against Charles’s neck and Erik could only imagine what she was doing. And how vocal Charles was only helped. Moans and hums slipping past him, he always loved hearing a partner, the signs they were enjoying themselves. It could always get Erik off quicker than anything else. Even now, his cock twitched and he gripped the arms of the chair to keep from touching himself.
“Things don’t always work the same way with me,” Charles said, his head thrown back, his breath hitching as he spoke. “It’s…I can’t feel some things and have less sensation in others. This is a great way to get me off though and I’m more than willing to use my hands and mouth to get you there. Whichever you’d prefer.”
Erik smirked to himself, listening to Charles ramble on. It was strange to think about how he was speaking and seemingly not knowing he was still talking. Meanwhile, when Erik was the subject of Magda’s attention he would forget to breathe if it wasn’t natural.
“Oh, I’m sure we can find something that will work,” Magda assured him, her hands moving over his body, the gentle scrape of nails over his pale, fragile-looking skin. Erik shuddered, thinking about the feeling—one he knew all too well.
“Let us hear you, Charles,” Magda whispered, “Erik might like to watch, but he likes to hear too. He’ll go above and beyond to draw out each and every little sound.”
Magda knew what she was doing, hitting each and every kink and fantasy Erik had, some of them he swore they had never discussed, like talking about him as though he wasn’t there, like he couldn’t hear them. Even without any touch, he was achingly hard, his cock against his stomach and he couldn’t help but thrust against the air.
It felt as though he could feel everything Magda was doing to Charles, each brush of her lips against his neck, those gentle bites, the way she was trailing down, over his clavicle, nipping at his chest as she finally reached his nipples.
Erik had never been particularly sensitive there but Magda still seemed to enjoy spending time in that area anyway. Charles, however, seemed to be more than a little sensitive, something that Erik could hear and, oddly enough, feel. He found his back arching, as though he was searching for the sensation, wanting more.
In front of him, Charles was moaning openly, seeming to have no reservations about being loud and letting himself go. His back was also arched, each movement of Magda’s lips and teeth pulling another, more desperate, sound out of him.
“Fuck, close,” Charles panted out, his lips parted and a more vivid shade of red than they had been moments earlier. His eyes were closed and Erik was certain they couldn’t be any more different as his eyes were wide open, glued on the sight before him.
Another lick to Charles’s nipple as Magda’s hand went to the other, taking it between her thumb and forefinger, and Charles was being pulled over the edge with a loud moan, body tensing and shuddering. All Erik could do was grip harder to the chair beneath him and whimper as precum dripped from his cock.
Magda pulled back from Charles, a smug look on her face and Erik wanted nothing more than to move to them, to kiss that look off her face and maybe torture Charles a little. If he was that loud normally, he could only imagine how loud he’d be if the pleasure continued after he’d cum.
It wasn’t something Magda was going to experiment with though and Erik wasn’t much surprised. That might be a little too much for a first time before they’d discussed anything. Hopefully there will be more time for that at a later date.
In front of him, the two of them were moving on. Charles’s hands went to Magda’s hips, moving and guiding her in a way that Erik wondered if he could ever do. She always had too much power over him for something like that to work. Not that there was anything against manhandling, Erik was a fan of it and on occasion he could push Magda onto the bed but that was about as far as he could get.
But Charles was just guiding her until her thighs were at either side of his head and then she was settling down. The sound she made as soon as Charles’s mouth was settled against her cunt was enough to make Erik whimper. It was something he was well accustomed to hearing but not from this position, instead he was the one pulling it from her.
Now, however, he had the perfect chance to appreciate how she looked when she was being eaten out. The draw of her brows, the way her lips parted slightly, the blush over her cheeks going down her chest as her head fell back. Her back arched and still Charles kept going as though he was a starving man.
The two of them looked amazing together, Erik decided and his breath was coming in faster by the second. Magda was right about him cumming from this alone, watching his wife be eaten out by someone else, the way she reacted. Not to mention that he could practically taste her and feel her soft hips against his hands, knowing she was feeling so good she was moaning out into the silent room so loudly and openly.
And then he was a goner when Charles moved his head a certain way and Magda was calling out the other man’s name—something he had never experienced before but it was hotter than he had ever expected. His hips bucked against nothing, cum streaking his stomach as he whimpered and bit his lip to stay quiet.
He could’ve sworn he felt something against his cock, a hand wrapped around it working him through his high but when he opened his eyes again, there was nothing. And then his eyes moved up from his cock to Magda and Charles, only to find both of them watching him.
Once again, his face heated up and he knew he was bright red but even that was enough to get a weak twitch of interest from his cock—even if it was much too soon to get hard again.
Erik wasn’t sure if the other two had finished or if they were taking a pause to watch him cum but then his brain started to catch up a little and he found his answer. There was no way Magda would give Charles the chance to pause before she had cum. She would’ve guided him right back into position and kept a tight hold on his hair until she’d finished.
And then she was moving away from Charles, her thighs shaking and almost not holding her as she moved onto the bed beside Charles before collapsing down. Then her arms went out for Erik who hurriedly moved to find his place with the two of them, cuddling up to Magda, his arm going over her so his hand could rest on Charles’s side, thumb rubbing gently back and forth.
“I didn’t think you’d really be able to do it,” Magda said softly, turning her head slightly to look at Erik.
“I didn’t either,” He whispered, “But then you said Charles’s name and…” He trailed off thinking she could gather the rest for herself.
“You do like to watch, don’t you?” Charles asked, “To hear your wife moaning someone else’s name, knowing they’re pleasuring her.”
Erik’s hips moved on their own accord, grinding against Magda’s backside and she laughed softly. “I’d take that as a yes. We may need to wait a bit for a second round, love, give you and Charles time to recover.”
“Maybe this time we could experiment a little more with Erik?” Charles asked, looking at Magda who smiled and nodded.
“I think we could work that out,” She said, “And, if it’s something you’re interested in, I definitely think a second date is in order at some point.”
Charles smiled a little, “I’m free next Friday after work, if you two could make that work? If not then we can arrange something.”
Erik and Magda looked at each other and he was sure they were considering the same thing. He imagined they could get his mama to watch them again in a week. By then she should have recovered from watching them now and maybe forgotten about the worst parts of it.
“I’m sure we can get someone to watch the kids for us,” Erik said with a nod, “My mama may be free but I can’t guarantee that she’ll offer to watch them over night again so soon.”
Charles laughed softly, “I wouldn’t blame her if that was the case. We can still work something out though, I’m sure. Maybe if we start a little earlier then we can get everything in.”
There was a teasing tone in his voice and Erik couldn’t help but smile and he felt Magda give a huff of laughter between the two men. “I wouldn’t either,” Erik said, pressing a kiss to Magda’s cheek.
“Imagine how hard it’ll be to get her to watch them once this little one is born and we have three instead of just two.”
“It’ll be hard to get us to watch them too,” Erik teased, smiling softly. “But is Mr. Charles ready for another one of our kids?”
Charles smiled but nodded all the same, “I do love the kids you already have. I can’t imagine this one being any different.” His hand went to hover over her small bump as though he wanted to touch but wasn’t sure if that was allowed or not.
Magda, however, didn’t have the same reservations. Her hand went out and got Charles’s, lowering it down until it was pressed against her belly.
“I think this is going to work out well then,” Magda said. Erik had to hope the two of them were also thinking about the long haul too because he wasn’t sure he was ready to let go of Charles now that he finally got him. Not that he was too worried if Charles was the one who had the crush on them in the beginning.
Perhaps the next baby they had would be Charles’s and Magda’s.