All Chapters of Love in the Time of Quarantine: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Jorge’s mouth covers my clit and I nearly buck my hips off the bed. The only thing that stops me are his strong hands keeping me spread wide for him. As it is, I let out a loud moan—straight into Jaime’s mouth.She pulls back from the kiss, her lips trailing down my jaw to my ear. “Moan, baby,” she whispers. “I want to hear all the sweet sounds you make while he devours that hot little cunt of yours.”Oh my God. This is the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced.And Jaime’s right—Jorge is devouring me. His mouth, tongue, lips, even his fingers—they're all in on it, worshiping me like he’s starving and I’m the feast. He moans as he tastes me, like he actually loves the flavor of me on his tongue. I’ve never had a man eat me like this.Jaime trails lower down my body until her mouth latches onto one of my nipples, while her hand teases and plucks at the other.With my nipple still between her lips, she asks, “How does she taste, Daddy?”“So fucking delicious,” Jorge groans into me.“Gimme

The last time I was in a polyamorous relationship, I kind of fell into it.Honestly, there was no forethought in it at all. It just sort of… happened.In college, I had this best friend, Jenna. She was awesome—funny, great taste in music and style, witty, intelligent, and just fun to be around. I won’t deny that I had a huge crush on her, but she was a lesbian and I didn’t want to push boundaries. I was just happy to hang out with my best friend.Our sophomore year, Jenna started dating this girl, Sarah. Sarah was bisexual—leaning more heavily toward women, especially for relationships—but she’d been known to have the occasional one-night stand or friends-with-benefits situation with a guy.She fit in with the two of us perfectly. Granted, I didn’t see Jenna as much at first. It was to be expected. She and Sarah had just started their relationship. I missed her, but I understood.But then things started to change. As their relationship deepened, the more they started to include me. The

It’s been two days since we got together with Andie. In all honesty, it isn’t much different from normal. Andie makes breakfast, Jorge makes lunch and dinner. Andie and I do some work on our computers. Jorge and I go running. We all eat meals together, watch TV, and generally goof off.The big difference? There’s a lot more naked time—and a hell of a lot more sex. More than Jorge and I ever had alone. And thank God we have a California King bed, because all three of us have been sleeping together every night.We’re trying to avoid the news and keep things light. That’s how the Twister game got pulled out.“Holy fuck! We haven’t played this in forever!” I cry as I take the Twister box out of the closet.Andie catches sight of it and groans. “Yeah, that’s because the last time we played, Cameron fell on me and broke my wrist. I was in a cast for months.”Jorge comes up behind me, a hand cupping my ass as he looks at the game. “Damn, I used to play this at my frat. Drunk Twister was the f

Quarantine started two months ago. It has been… interesting.On the one hand, this shit is scary. I mean, growing numbers of people are dying, hospitalized, on ventilators. Worldwide, the deaths are in the millions. What was supposed to last two weeks has turned into two months with no end in sight.Jaime and I are both working from home. We’ve turned my room into an office for the two of us since I’ve basically moved into Jaime and Jorge’s room.Jorge is the one having trouble, though. He’s been working a few hours a week at his job, doing inventory, deep cleaning items, and finishing random projects they never really had time for before. But it’s only a few hours here and there. Nothing that brings in real money.That first month, he seemed okay with it. But as Jaime’s and my work schedules picked up, I could tell he’s been more and more nervous.On the other hand, the three of us have really fallen into this whole throuple thing and hit the ground running. I mean, we already knew pr

“Of course, Mrs. Schultz. I’d be happy to put you on the schedule for bread delivery. And I’d be happy to bring you that sourdough starter with the first delivery,” I say into the phone, jotting down notes on my ordering pad.“That’s perfect. Thank you so much, Mr. Gomez,” the older lady says. “I used to love to make my own bread, but I just don’t have the ability to knead it anymore. I can do it for the sourdough, since that doesn’t take much.”“I’m happy to help, Ms. Schultz. Let me know if you need anything else—I’ll see you Thursday morning.”I end the call and lean my head back against the car seat.“Fuck,” I groan, rubbing my eyes.That was a long fucking day. I’ve been out since 8 a.m., delivering bread and baked goods. I got up at 4:00 to make a few last-minute items and box everything up. It’s 5:00 now, and after all the driving and heavy lifting, I’m wrecked.Thank God I’m home. The only reason I’m still in the car is because I got two back-to-back calls for more orders.I do