After making the bed and having coffee, Seth and I cuddle on the couch. I am of course naked as befits my pet status. He is wearing jeans, possibly as a layer of protection between my greedy hands and his weary cock. I curl up with my head in his lap. My fingertips trace lazy circles over the bare skin of his chest and belly. The constant physical contact centers and comforts me. He strokes me absently while he watches TV, one hand in my hair and the other skimming up and down my side from shoulder to thigh, pausing occasionally to squeeze a breast or ass cheek.
The doorknob rattles. Seth looks toward the door, tensing slightly but not moving. I turn and lift my head for a better view. The woman I assume is Nicki enters, sees us, and freezes. She is petite and slender with bouncy red curls.
"What the fuck?" she demands, gaping at us. "Who is this?"
Seth's hands go still and his grip tightens, steadying me in his lap. "Hey, babe. This is Katie. I've told you about her, from back in high school? Well, I ran into her at Rendezvous last night and she sort of...followed me home. She's my pet now."
"Your pet?" Nicki's voice cracks. She drops her purse in the entryway and marches toward the couch. She stops in front of us, glaring, arms crossed over her chest. "Is this a joke? Are you fucking with me?"
Seth gently prods me off his lap and stands. He unfolds her arms and grasps her hands, looking deeply into her eyes. "Nicki, I love you," he says. "Having Katie here doesn't change how important you are to me. She's mine and I'm responsible for her. I hope you can accept her place in my life as she accepts yours."
Nicki stares at me. I smile shyly at her. "You can pet me if you want," I offer. "I won't bite."
She blinks. "Pet you?"
I sit up, lean forward, and nudge my head against Nicki's and Seth's linked hands. When she doesn't pull away, I nuzzle my cheek along her arm like an affectionate cat. I look up at her imploringly, wanting so much for her to find me pleasing. She's important to Seth and that means she's important to me. She's beautiful like he is, with pale skin and clear green eyes. My god and goddess stand before me.
As we look at each other, her eyes soften and her frown wavers. Tentatively, she releases Seth's hand and rests her palm on my head. I smile and rub my head back and forth, nestling into her hand. She runs her fingers through my hair. I drop from the couch to kneel in front of them and they both lean down to pet me, all four of their hands tracing the curves of my naked body. Nicki's fingertips linger at the ring of marks Seth made on my neck, brushing gently across the tender skin. My nerve endings zing in a riot of pain and pleasure at her touch. I close my eyes and sigh.
"I could use your help with her, Nicki," Seth says. "She needs a lot of attention. A lot of training."
"Seth..." She shakes her head and sighs. "We need to talk about this."
Seth nods. "Katie, go make breakfast while Nicki and I talk."
I obey. Having committed the contents of the kitchen to memory, it doesn't take me long to assemble what I need. From the fridge I remove a stick of butter, a carton of eggs (cage-free), a block of cheddar cheese, and a red bell pepper. I pop two slices of bread in the toaster and set down a cutting board to dice the pepper and slice the cheese. With the kitchen mostly walled off, I can hear their voices over the thudding of the knife but can't make out the words.
The first two pieces of toast are done by the time I've finished chopping. I remove them and start two more browning. While butter melts in a pan on the stove, I crack eggs into a bowl and whisk them to a uniform consistency. I stir in salt, pepper, and a pinch of red pepper flakes. Not too much, because while I know Seth likes his food spicy I'm unfamiliar with Nicki's tastes. I will do my best to learn them, but now is not the time to interrupt their conversation with trivial questions.
When the butter has spread in liquid fingers across the surface of the pan, I pour in the eggs, nudging them with a spatula as they sizzle. I add the diced pepper and cheese and let the flavors meld and simmer together. Heat brings out the vibrancy of the ingredients as they blend and simmer in a pleasing harmony of red, orange, and yellow. My mouth waters at the rich aroma steaming from the pan.
I've just switched off the burner and moved the pan to the back of the stove when I hear footsteps approaching. I turn to see Nicki framed in the doorway. She moves closer and gazes searchingly into my eyes for a long moment. I read compassion and concern in her expression.
"Is this what you want, Katie? I mean, really?"
"Yes. But it's not about what I want. Seth owns me."
"What about your husband? Your job?"
"My husband will have to accept that my place is here. I'll keep my job unless Seth decides otherwise. I'll come back to him at the end of the day, always."
Nicki seems satisfied by what she sees in my eyes. She nods and steps back, surveying the meal I've cooked. "This smells amazing," she says. "Let's eat."
Seth joins us in the kitchen as I scoop the eggs and toast onto plates, coming up behind me to rub my shoulders and kiss the back of my neck. "Good girl," he whispers into my ear. I shiver with pleasure. Next to us rooting through the silverware drawer, Nicki smiles.
The apartment doesn't have a dining area, so we eat on the couch, Nicki and I flanking Seth on either side. I am so hungry I scarf my food, then set my empty plate on the coffee table while Seth and Nicki continue to eat and talk about people I don't know. My appetite for food sated, my appetite for Seth flares as my eyes roam his bare chest and shoulders. I snuggle against him, run my fingers through his hair, cover his neck with soft kisses, lick around the shell of his ear and suck the lobe into my mouth. His voice stutters and trails off mid-sentence. He swallows his last bite of eggs, sets his plate on the coffee table, and pulls me onto his lap to straddle him. I kiss him hungrily, plumbing his mouth with my tongue and adjusting my hips so I can feel his hard cock against my pussy through his jeans. I'm sore and tender there, but even so, I want him desperately. I'm panting with need for him as he kisses me back with equal passion and fondles my breasts.
I feel another set of hands on my breasts, smaller and softer. Seth removes his own hands to let Nicki explore. I open my eyes long enough to look at her appreciatively before closing them again and moaning as her fingers circle my nipples.
Seth grasps my hair and pulls my head back sharply, ripping my mouth from his. Gasping, I open my eyes. Nicki's face hovers in front of mine and I shift to the side so I can kiss her mouth next. The kiss is soft at first, but the intensity builds. I remove one hand from Seth's chest to cup her face and draw her in closer. I shift to straddle both of them with one of my legs between each of theirs.
The three of us join in a passionate tangle of hands and mouths. I'm kissing Nicki, then Seth, then Nicki and Seth are kissing each other while I kiss each of their necks in turn. My hands on Seth's chest, in Nicki's hair. Nicki's hands fondling my breasts, unbuttoning Seth's jeans. Seth's hands lifting Nicki's shirt, unclasping her bra. Naked skin on skin, my breasts rubbing against the softness of Nicki's, a sweet shock at the friction of her erect nipple grazing mine.
