Where My Husband Sleeps
My husband sleeps on the floor beside the bed whenever my lover comes over to spend the night. He either sleeps on the floor, or he gets to have the guest bedroom to himself. Whichever one he prefers is fine with me, as long as he knows he won’t get to occupy the bed with us. Jeffery didn’t always like it, but as he loves watching me and my lover fuck, he knows he has no choice. It’s his only means of getting to see how well my lover pleasures me in the bedroom. Jeffery has to abide by our rules or he would only listen in on us from outside. Not a reasonable option, which is why he much prefers the floor. Ricky, my lover, gets a kick out of humiliating Jeffery whenever he can. He is always the real man in our home; Jeffery is always an obedient puppy when Ricky drops by, and would do anything Ricky asks, as long as we don’t stop him from watching us fuck. Jeffery is quick to get Ricky a beer from the fridge whenever he wants one. Ricky doesn’t ever fuck me with a condom, and