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My Boyfriend(s) Aren’t 2: The Jealous Type

An MFM Polyamorous Partner Swapping Erotic Story

Persephone Moore

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This is a work of fiction. All of the character, organizations, and events portrayed in this work are products of the author’s imagination. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author.

My Boyfriend(s) Aren’t 2: The Jealous Type

Copyright © 2017 Persephone Moore

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Contains adult material that might not be suitable for all audiences. This work is a fantasy, but in your own life be sure to follow safer sex practices. All characters depicted in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older.

Other Works by Persephone Moore

Amber’s Competition

Anna’s Nurse

Centaur Lover

Claire’s Cuckold Denial


The Hotwife

Kherli Walks In

Kiss of Iron

Lactation Jealousy

Lesbian Lactation

Melissa’s Decision

Milk Obsession

My Hotwife’s Secret Lover

Stealing My Husband’s Lover

Suburban Milk Maids

Wrong Romance


Part Two






Nader and I didn’t talk about him fucking Tyler right then or even the next day. I wanted him to think it was just sexy talk blurted out in the heat of the moment; a fantasy I didn’t necessarily believed would be fulfilled.

I had us talk about something else. “I want to fuck the two of you,” I told Nader the next morning as we ate breakfast.

“You already have,” he said with a wink at me, as if we were sharing some secret.

I inhaled and focused myself as I fought the urge to roll my eyes. “I want the two of you inside me at the same time.”

This was a common phenomenon, I knew. A former good Christian girl discovers sex or some other evil preached about all her life isn’t so evil and is really rather good and more than worth it and she over-indulges herself. I was confident I wasn’t over-indulging. I was indulging in just the right amount. There’s nothing wrong with a little sweet dessert after dinner. It’s only a problem when the dinner served is only sweets and nothing of substance.

“You’ve already had that too.”

Nader was smiling and stirring his mini-wheats around in his cereal bowl. Frosted mini-wheats. He was still somewhat of an innocent and playful child, at least in his emotional heart.

I put my hand on top of his. He stopped stirring and looked up at me. “Yeah. I know. One in my mouth and one in my pussy. But I’ve done that. Now I want one in my pussy and one in my ass.”

He looked up at me. “Are you serious?”

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