THIRTEEN.
Friday night date.
I looked at the text from Gwen. What the hell did she mean by “date”?
Do you want me to take you to dinner and a movie?
No
You me and Adrian.
“Date” wink wink
Is Adrian okay with this?
Does it matter?
He wears the cage
I have the pussy
I make the rules
You just want to see us f**k, don’t you?
Her answer was honest enough.
You think you know me…
Friday night I walked into their house and greeted Gwen with a hug and a kiss on her cheek. I greeted Adrian with a hug as well, but I grabbed his crotch as we embraced. He felt it and was surprised at my forwardness.
“Just had to check to make sure you were still wearing it,” I explained.
Gwen laughed. “You could have just asked me. I’d have told you.”
“Do you like having a boyfriend because you’re hus
