A Plan for their Family

The front door slammed so hard the windows rattled. James’ voice cut through the apartment like a chainsaw, his words sharp with that same old demand: come home, marry him, leave this place behind. I stood in the kitchen, gripping the counter until my knuckles turned white. Not again. Not today.

Mark appeared in the doorway, his green eyes flicking between me and James. He didn’t say much, just stepped forward, his voice low and steady. “She’s not going anywhere. This is her home now.” James scoffed, but Mark didn’t flinch. “With me and Nancy. So back off.”

A lie. A good one. James’ face twisted in disgust, but it worked. He stormed out, the door slamming again, this time behind him. The silence that followed was thick, heavy with relief and something else—something electric.

Mark turned to me, his expression unreadable. “You okay?”

I exhaled, my body still humming with the adrenaline of the fight. “Yeah. Just… tired of it.”

He nodded, then gestured toward the kitchen table. “Sit down. There’s something I want to talk to you about.”

I raised an eyebrow but did as he asked. The wooden chair creaked under me as I settled in. Mark leaned against the counter, arms crossed, his blonde hair falling slightly over his forehead. He looked at me, then away, as if searching for the right words.

“James isn’t going to stop,” he said finally. “Not unless he thinks you’ve moved on. Really moved on.”

I frowned. “So what, I’m supposed to pretend I’m with someone else?”

Mark’s lips quirked. “Not someone else. *Me.*”

My breath hitched. “What?”

“Hear me out,” he said, holding up a hand. “We tell people you’re with me. And Nancy. It’s not a lie, not really—we *are* together, just… not the way they’d think. But to the outside world, it’s a relationship. A serious one. James sees that, he’ll back off.”

I stared at him. The idea was absurd. And yet… it made sense. James would never believe I’d just moved on with one person. But with *both* of them? That might actually work.

But then there was the other part—the part that made my chest tighten. “And Nancy?” I asked, trying to keep my voice steady. “She’s just… what, my *sister wife*?”

Mark chuckled. “She’d be my girlfriend. Officially. But you know the truth.” He stepped closer, his voice dropping. “Nothing changes between us. Not really. Behind closed doors, it’s still *us.*”

I swallowed. The thought of Nancy being his *official* girlfriend—even if it was just for show—sent a pang through me. I knew it was irrational. We were all together, in every way that mattered. But the idea of her having a title, a *claim* on him that I didn’t… it stung.

Mark must’ve seen it in my face. He reached out, his fingers brushing my chin, tilting my face up to meet his gaze. “You’re still my number one, Susan. Always.” His thumb traced my lower lip, and my body betrayed me, leaning into his touch. “This is just… insurance.”

I wanted to argue, to demand something more, but the door clicked open, and Nancy stepped inside, her arms laden with grocery bags. She kicked the door shut with her heel, her red hair spilling over her shoulders as she turned to us. “What’s with all the tension in here? Did James finally—” She stopped, sensing the shift in the air. “Oh. Did I walk in on something?”

Mark straightened, but his hand lingered on my arm. “Yeah. We were just talking about how to handle James.”

Nancy set the bags down on the counter, her eyes flicking between us. “And?”

Mark took a deep breath. “I think we should tell people we’re together. All three of us. But… officially, Nancy, you’d be my girlfriend.”

Nancy’s eyebrows shot up. Then, slowly, a grin spread across her face. “Oh, I *like* this plan.”

I groaned, but she just laughed, stepping closer. “Think about it, Susan. No more James. No more arguments. And we get to be *open* about us. Well, *sort of.*”

Mark nodded. “Exactly. And if anyone asks, we’re just… a happy little trio.”

Nancy bit her lip, her grin turning mischievous. “We could even get married. You know, to *really* sell it.”

My stomach twisted. “Whoa, let’s not get ahead of ourselves.”

Mark held up his hands. “One step at a time. But the idea has merit.”

Nancy pouted playfully. “Fine, fine. But I’m holding you to the *happy little trio* part.”

I couldn’t help but laugh, some of the tension easing. Mark’s fingers found mine under the table, squeezing gently. “So? What do you say, Susan?”

I looked between them—Mark, with his steady gaze and the promise in his touch, and Nancy, her eyes alight with excitement. It was insane. But it *would* solve the James problem. And honestly? The idea of being with them, openly, even if it was a half-truth… it sent a thrill through me.

“Okay,” I said finally. “But we’re taking this slow. No sudden weddings.”

Nancy clapped her hands. “Deal!”

Mark’s smile was slow, satisfied. Then, without warning, he pulled me up from the chair, his hands sliding around my waist. “Good. Because I think we deserve a celebration.”

Nancy didn’t miss a beat. She stepped in close, her body pressing against my side. “Oh, I *agree.*”

Mark’s hands moved, one sliding up my back, the other dipping lower, his fingers teasing the waistband of my jeans. “Bedroom. Now.”

A shiver ran down my spine. Nancy’s breath was warm against my neck as she leaned in, her lips brushing my ear. “I’ve been *dying* to get you both naked again.”

Mark didn’t wait for an answer. He took my hand, then Nancy’s, and led us toward the bedroom. The door clicked shut behind us, sealing us in our own little world.

The room was warm, the afternoon sun filtering through the curtains, casting golden streaks across the bed. Mark turned to us, his eyes dark with hunger. “Strip.”

Nancy didn’t hesitate. She pulled her shirt over her head, revealing her small, perky breasts, her nipples already hard. Her jeans followed, then her panties, until she stood before us completely naked, her red hair cascading down her shoulders, her round ass on full display.

I bit my lip, my own body responding to the sight. Mark’s gaze was on me now, intense, demanding. “Your turn.”

My fingers trembled as I unbuttoned my blouse, letting it slide off my shoulders. Mark’s breath hitched as my bra came next, my 36C breasts spilling free. His cock was already hardening in his jeans, the outline impossible to miss.

“Fuck, Susan,” he muttered, his voice rough. “You’re *gorgeous.*”

Nancy stepped behind me, her hands sliding around my waist, her fingers deftly unbuttoning my jeans. She pushed them down, her lips pressing a hot kiss to my shoulder. “Mmm. *So* gorgeous.”

My jeans pooled at my feet, and I stepped out of them, kicking them aside. Nancy’s hands slid up my thighs, her touch light, teasing. “No panties? *Naughty.*”

I moaned as her fingers found my pussy, already wet, already aching. “I was hoping for this.”

Mark groaned, his hands going to his own belt. “Fuck, you two are *killing* me.”

Nancy chuckled, her fingers circling my clit. “That’s the idea.”

Mark dropped his jeans, his cock springing free—average-sized, but thick, already flushed dark with need. He stroked himself once, his eyes locked on us. “Bed. Now.”

Nancy didn’t stop touching me as we moved, her fingers working me as I climbed onto the mattress. Mark followed, crawling between my legs, his hands pushing my thighs apart. “God, look at you,” he murmured, his breath hot against my inner thigh. “So wet already.”

Nancy settled beside me, her hand still between my legs, her other reaching for Mark’s cock. She gave him a slow stroke, her thumb swiping over the tip. “Mmm. Someone’s *ready.*”

Mark groaned, his hips jerking into her touch. Then his mouth was on me, his tongue dragging through my folds, and I gasped, my back arching. Nancy leaned in, capturing my mouth in a searing kiss, her tongue tangling with mine as Mark’s tongue worked my clit.

“Fuck,” I breathed against Nancy’s lips. “Oh *god,* Mark—”

He didn’t let up, his tongue swirling, his fingers joining in, thrusting inside me. Nancy’s hand left my pussy, trailing up my body to squeeze my breast, her thumb rolling over my nipple. “You like that, baby? You like us *worshipping* you?”

I couldn’t answer. My body was on fire, every nerve alight. Mark’s fingers curled inside me, finding that spot, and I cried out, my hips bucking against his mouth.

“That’s it,” Nancy murmured, her lips trailing down my neck, her teeth grazing my collarbone. “Let go for us.”

And I did. The orgasm crashed over me, white-hot and consuming. I came with a cry, my body trembling, my pussy clenching around Mark’s fingers.

He didn’t stop. He lapped at me through the aftershocks, drawing out every last tremor. Then he crawled up my body, his cock pressing against my entrance. “You ready for me, Susan?”

I nodded, my voice lost to the pleasure still rippling through me. He pushed inside, filling me, and I moaned, my nails digging into his shoulders.

Nancy didn’t waste a second. She pressed against my side, her hand sliding down to where Mark and I were joined, her fingers finding my clit again. “Fuck her good, Mark,” she purred. “I want to watch her come *again.*”

Mark groaned, his hips snapping forward. “God, *Nancy.*”

She grinned, her own fingers joining his, rubbing circles over my clit as Mark fucked me. “You love this, don’t you? Fucking her while I touch her?”

“Fuck *yes,*” Mark growled, his pace picking up.

I was already climbing again, the dual sensations too much, too *good.* Nancy’s lips found mine, her kiss hungry, her tongue demanding. Mark’s cock pistoned in and out of me, his balls slapping against my ass with every thrust.

“Oh *fuck,*” I gasped, tearing my mouth from Nancy’s. “I’m gonna—”

“Come for us, Susan,” Mark commanded, his voice rough. “Come on my *dick.*”

And I did. My back arched, my pussy clamping down around him as the second orgasm tore through me. Mark groaned, his own release building. Then, with a curse, he pulled out, his cock glistening with my arousal.

Nancy didn’t hesitate. She rolled onto her back, spreading her legs. “My turn.”

Mark didn’t need to be told twice. He was on her in a second, his cock sinking into her tight, wet heat. Nancy cried out, her nails raking down his back. “Fuck, *yes!*”

I watched, my own body still thrumming, as Mark fucked Nancy with the same intensity. Her breasts bounced with every thrust, her red hair fanned out across the pillow. Mark’s hands gripped her hips, pulling her onto him harder, deeper.

“Oh *god,*” Nancy moaned. “Just like that, Mark. *Fuck,* just like that—”

Mark’s jaw clenched, his body tensing. Then, with a groan, he came, his cock pulsing inside her. Nancy cried out, her own orgasm following, her pussy milking him for every last drop.

He collapsed beside her, breathing hard. But he wasn’t done. Not yet.

He turned to me, his eyes dark with need. “Again.”

I was already wet, already *aching* for him. He pulled me on top of him, his cock still hard, still ready. I sank down onto him, my body stretching around his length. Nancy scooted closer, her hand sliding between us to rub my clit as I rode him.

“Fuck, Susan,” Mark groaned, his hands gripping my hips. “You feel *amazing.*”

I couldn’t speak. I could only *move,* my body taking over, riding him with everything I had. Nancy’s fingers worked me, her other hand squeezing my breast, her mouth latching onto my nipple.

“That’s it,” she murmured against my skin. “Fuck him, baby. *Make him yours.*”

Mark’s hands tightened on my hips, his thrusts becoming erratic, desperate. “I’m gonna come, Susan. *Fuck*—”

I leaned down, capturing his mouth in a searing kiss as his cock twitched inside me, his release filling me, spilling out of me as I kept riding him. Nancy’s fingers didn’t stop, and I came *again,* my body clenching around him, drawing out his orgasm until we were both spent, both trembling.

We collapsed in a tangle of limbs, our bodies slick with sweat, our breath coming in ragged gasps. Mark’s cock slipped free, his cum dripping out of me, mixing with Nancy’s arousal where she’d been fucked before me.

Nancy let out a satisfied sigh, stretching like a cat. “God, I *love* when we do this.”

Mark chuckled, his arm draped over my waist. “Me too.”

I lay there, my body humming, my mind blissfully empty. But then Nancy shifted, her hand sliding down my thigh, her fingers teasing my pussy again. “Round two?” she murmured, her voice husky.

Mark groaned, but his cock twitched, already stirring back to life. “Fuck, Nancy, give us a minute.”

She grinned, wicked and beautiful. “But I *want* you, Mark. And I *want* Susan. And I want you to *fuck* us both *harder.*”

Mark let out a low growl, his hand sliding over to squeeze Nancy’s breast. “You’re *insatiable.*”

“And you *love* it,” she shot back.

I laughed, but my body was already responding to her touch, my pussy clenching around nothing, *needing* more. Mark’s cock was hardening again, pressing against my thigh.

Nancy sat up, her eyes sparkling. “Come on, Susan. Get us cleaned up. Then we’re doing this *again.*”

I groaned, but I couldn’t deny the thrill that shot through me at the thought. Mark’s hand slid down to squeeze my ass. “Yeah. And this time, I’m *not* holding back.”

Nancy’s grin widened. “*Promise?*”

Mark’s answer was to pull me on top of him again, his cock already ready. “Fuck, yes.”

I let out a breathless laugh as Nancy pressed against my back, her hands sliding around to tease us both. “Then let’s get started.”