Author's Note: A lot working in this chapter! Come along for the ride. Thanks so much for your spirited engagement with these characters. It really makes it more fun for me, too!
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"No, no, it's not 8 a.m., Kitty Kat," I admonished her, as she reached under the comforter in the king-sized bed and sought my cock.
"That's the dumbest rule," she pleaded. "Jess wouldn't even get me off last night."
"I like seeing you squirm," I said, happily.
"I need you to reclaim me," she said.
Next to her, Jess stirred briefly.
"What you need is sleep," I said.
"I can't," she said. "I close my eyes, and all I see are visions of you running off with college cheerleaders."
"They already ran off," I said. "And I'm still here."
Bri and Rachel had left a few hours before, thoroughly fucked and coked up.
"You know what I mean," Kat said. "I looked in the mirror when I was taking off my makeup, and I'm getting crow's feet. I'm old, John."
"Self-pity doesn't suit you, sweetheart," I said.
"But then I'll have a baby and become saggy and flabby, and you'll have these pretty young things chasing after you," she blubbered.
"And they still won't have two important things that you will," I said.
"What's that?" she asked with a sniffle, which I wasn't sure was driven by emotion or too much cocaine.
"You'll have our baby and me," I said. "Those college sluts won't. As hot as they are."
"Shut up," she said, smacking me playfully.
"Okay, seriously," I said, "don't lose the forest for the trees. The whole point of last night was to push your buttons. I know you know that because you did the exact same thing to Jess the night before. There's a reason for this."
"I know, I know," she said, her voice a little bratty. "I've never felt jealousy like that before."
"Good," I said. "That means it was really necessary. It's easier to understand someone or empathize with them if you can relate to where they're coming from."
"I guess," she said, still being a bit stubborn.
"How jealous did you feel?" I asked.
"Like I was being ripped apart from the inside," she said. "Even though I knew it was a game."
"And you got to watch it all happen, didn't you?" I continued.
"Yes," she acknowledged.
"How many times were you with Tommy that I didn't know about?" I went straight to the heart of the matter.
She paused for a moment, thinking. "Honestly?" she said and hesitated. "A couple dozen, I think."
"After last night, can you imagine how much jealousy must have shot through me to find out all at once about you sneaking around dozens of times with a guy who had already come between me and Jess before?" I said.
She nodded and, for the first time, looked vulnerable and genuine.
"I'm sorry, daddy," she said. "I can get so wrapped up in the moment and the fun and how horny I get."
"That you don't think twice about it because all three of us are okay playing around," I said, finishing the thought.
"Exactly," she said. "But I guess there are limits, even though sometimes we act like there aren't."
"Our emotions are always a limit," I said.
"I think we're bumping into ours," she said, thoughtfully.
"I guess what I really want you to know the most," I said, "is that I don't mind if you whore, and I don't mind if you play around. But if you're sneaking around, it makes me feel like a cuckold. It leaves me out of the fun. I want to be part of the fun. Every time."
"It is unfair to keep you in the dark," she said.
"I don't want you to have another boyfriend and not know it," I said.
"Transparency is the limit," she said.
"I thought I had made that clear, but yes," I said.
"I guess I didn't realize how much I liked cheating," she said.
"You didn't?" I said, incredulous. "How do you think we met?"
"What I mean is that," she explained, "when we got together, I thought I was just scratching my wild side and satisfying that part of me. But, of course, it became so much more."
"And you'll have to learn new things now," I said. "There aren't two sides of you. No more Good Kat-Kitty Kat dichotomy."
"No need to run around hiding anything," she said. "And it wasn't like, with Tommy, the running around part was what I liked. I liked his dick."
"It would be very, very rare for me to object to you wanting to play around," I said. "Only if it threatened our relationship."
"This makes so much more sense to me now," Kat said.
"Good," I said. "It helps me, too."
"Just going out and sucking up all the hedonism we could find can't be done in an unthinking way," she said. "You've got to be strategic."
"That's precisely right," I said.
"And the only way to have a strategy for that is for the three of us to talk it out," she said.
"Right again," I said.
"This is all so simple and obvious, I don't know why it took until now to click in my brain," she said.
