A Threesome at Last

"It has nothing to do with the sex," Moxxie said as he put his briefs on and hopped back into bed with his wife, "It's that he's a fucking asshole in the office, and no one who treats us like that should get sex from us! Are we rewarding dick behavior now with actual dick now?" 

Millie was clasping her bra. "Moxx, sometimes, bosses are gonna be dicks. You've gotta accept that. And besides, it's better to have a boss that treats you like a mediocre father than a mediocre father who treats you like a boss. Maybe we should see what he's all about?"

The look on Moxxie's face told Millie that that was not enough to convince him. "Look, honey. You're my husband, and I'll alwys respect your wishes, but–" Millie paused for a moment. Always careful with her words, she was. "Don't you feel like maybe a little adventure in this tiny ol' bed is worth a shot?"

"It does sometimes get a little repetitive. N-not that you don't do a good job, you're... you're as amazing as ever." Moxxie felt Millie's hand stroking his head as he continued. "I guess when you put it that way, I suppose a threesome isn't the worst idea in the world. If you want it, I want it."

At this, Millie's eyes sparkled with either astonishment or joy. "Really!?" She pulled her husband into a kiss. "You'd do this with me?!"

"S-sure. But if he says ANYTHING out of line today, the deal's off."

"Fine by me. You ready to head to the office, baby?"

Moxxie kissed Millie on the head. "Sure. I'll go get my mug and we can go."