Blissfully in Love (Blissful, #2)
it work before. No reason
we can’t try. If it works, it works. If not, c
'est la vie
,” he said, shrugging his
shoulders.
    Jenny stared at the ceiling again. Was she
really going to get to enjoy both men on a daily basis? What
would the neighbors say ? A smile crept across her face. Who
cares… Jenny had only one real concern. “I don’t want anyone to
get hurt.”
    “I think if we keep the lines of
communication open it shouldn’t be a problem,” Dan told her. “I’m
game if you are.”
    Jenny grinned. “A real ménage a trios, huh?
Hmm… just so you know Dan, Ryan and I share in all the chores. We
have an equal partnership in everything.”
    “In everything,” Ryan murmured, nibbling her
ear.
    “You forget that I lived with Kelly for
years. It shouldn’t be a problem.” Dan circled her left breast with
his index finger.
    Are we really going to do this?
     
    Apparently so... Ryan and Jenny helped Dan
moved his stuff into their apartment the next day. They started the
process of converting the office into a second bedroom, feeling
that Dan needed privacy just as much as they did.
    Jenny knew bringing a third person into the
relationship would mean a lot of adjustment on everyone’s part. She
hoped they could survive the initial change. Her greatest fear,
however, was that Ryan and Dan would grow jealous of each other as
time passed.
    On their first night as a threesome, after a
meal of garlic chicken (a joke on Jenny’s part), the three sat on
the couch watching the evening news. Ryan turned towards Dan and
asked nonchalantly, “I’d really like to know where Jenny’s G-spot
is.”
    “What? You haven’t tried to find it
yet?”
    Ryan cleared his throat. “Actually, we did
try… a couple of times.”
    “Oh, well I can show you right now if you’d
like.”
    Jenny looked at them both in mock disgust.
“I’m not an object you can just grope when you feel like it.” Her
pussy was already wet, but she wasn’t about to tell them that.
    “I was going to ask your permission before I
demonstrated,” Dan assured her.
    “It’s really in your best interest for me to
learn. I want to rock your world, Jenny Boo.”
    She winked at Rye. “Well, I suppose.” Jenny
slipped off her shorts and then peeled off her panties. It seemed
surreal to be watching the national news while her men played with
her eager little body. A taste of heaven.
    Not one to rush things, Dan fingered and
teased the outside of her pussy while he explained. “It will be
about three inches in. You should be able to reach it with your
middle finger. It’s on the roof of her vagina and feels like a
round lump.”
    “Well, that sounds sexy,” she
complained.
    “Just telling him like it is,” said Dan,
chuckled lightly. “Her G-spot will get harder as you stimulate it.
You want to curl your finger to rub it just right.” He demonstrated
the motion for Ryan. “You’ll know you’ve hit it if you observe her
reaction.”
    Dan slowly inserted his finger while Ryan
watched. Jenny felt like a science experiment, but she found it
kinky and exciting. He felt around for a second. She twitched when
he rubbed against it. “Ah, did you see that?” He stroked her just
right and the fire began building deep inside. She shifted,
breathing heavy. Dan pulled his finger out and looked at Ryan. “You
give it a try.”
    Ryan stared at her dark mound and then gave
her a quick peck on the cheek before pushing his middle finger into
her hot depths. Jenny spread her legs further and shifted to help
him. He brushed against it once and she jumped, but then his finger
moved away.
    “Did you notice when you hit it?” Dan
asked.
    “What, I did?”
    “You have to watch her, man. A woman prefers
it when you can read her rather than making her tell you what to
do.”
    Ryan sighed in frustration. She could tell
he was nervous about failing in front of Dan. Jenny encouraged him,
“You found it, Rye. I’ll try to let you know this time.”
    “No. I want

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