This story has sex in it.  How's that for a warning?  It has sex 
between three people and they are in a relationship together.  Still 
there?  Ok, this story is copyrighted by me, Shon Richards so please 
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"What's Yours"
By Shon Richards

	"Do you think Claire been acting strange?" Diana asked as I washed 
dishes.

	"Well, I wouldn't say strange," I said with a lazy smile.  
"Claire gave me a memorable homecoming when I got back from the grocery 
store.  She wore that black teddy you bought her for Christmas, and 
she sucked me as I stood against the refrigerator. It was unexpected, 
but I wouldn't call it strange."

	Diana smacked me on the arm.  "That explains why you've been smug 
all afternoon, braggart."

	"Why do you ask?" I said.

	"This morning, Claire was waiting for me after my shower.  She 
insisted on drying me and even did my hair.  Afterwards, she went down 
on me and wouldn't let me return the favor before I had to go 
to work."

	I shrugged.  "So she's feeling affectionate.  Maybe she just 
can't keep her mouth off of us.  We are terribly sexy after all."

	That got me another smack on the arm.  "I can't deal with you 
after you've had a blowjob," Diana laughed.  I loved the way her thin 
lips disappeared when she was amused but unwilling to laugh.

	"Honestly, Diana, if there is something odd going on, just ask 
her," I told her.

	"That's not everything," Diana said.  "I went looking through the 
garbage today."

	"Okay," I said.  "May I ask why?"

	"Just a hunch, and I found this," she said.  It was two pieces of 
toast, untouched except for one bite.

	"She's not eating," I said, stating the obvious.  "Which means 
she's been anxious about something.  That doesn't excuse the fact 
that you searched the garbage.  Should we search her room too?"

	Diana shook her head.  "I only checked the garbage because I knew 
if she had stopped eating, she would try to hide it.  If Claire has a 
problem with me uncovering her deception, we'll settle it between us.  
In the meanwhile, we need to find out why she's anxious and why she's 
giving us one-sided sex."

	"Obviously it's a form of supplication," I said, drying my hands.  
"Maybe she's hiding some sort of stress, and she's giving us great sex 
to bond closer to us.  It's a good thing she has two lovers instead of 
one; one of us might not have noticed her odd behavior."

	That earned me another smack on the arm, but at least Diana was 
smiling now.  As much as I needle Diana in order to lighten her mood, I 
have to admit that I just love watching her get mock angry.  My Diana 
is a gorgeous blonde Valkrie when she's pissed.

	We found Claire in her room, lifelessly clicking away websites on 
her computer.  When she saw us at the door, she quickly closed the 
window on her browser.  Her face said "busted," and I knew Diana was 
right.  Something was upsetting our lover, and that was not acceptable.

	"Ok, spill it," I said.  "What's bothering you, and why haven't 
you told us?"

	"So much for asking gently," Diana snorted.  I didn't take it 
personally.  Her temper always deteriorated when she was worried about 
a loved one.

	Claire just looked at us.  Her red hair was in a tight ponytail;
an errant strand was hanging over her forehead, and somehow it made 
her look all the more guilty.  It was like the single strand was a chink 
in her armor of composure.  Diana and I didn't say anything more to 
prompt her.  We had her cornered, and she knew it.

	"Promise not to get mad?" Claire asked.

	"Did you kill a person?" Diana asked.

	"No," Claire said.  "But you might want to kill me."

	I waved that away.  "We'll waive the right to kill you today if 
it makes you feel better.  Just tell us what is wrong, please."

	"Remember I was reading 'Lady Slings the Booze'?" Claire asked.

	I smiled involuntary.  That was one of the first books Diana and 
I had read on the subject of love without jealousy.  We were stuck at 
Diana's grandparents for a week and dying for something to read.  That 
book was all we had, and it was an eye-opener.  Later, we grew out of 
the writer, but we both treasured the memories of the discussions that 
book prompted. 

	"Did you like it?" Diana asked.  

	"I did," Claire said hesitantly.  "But then I left it in my car 
with the window rolled down yesterday."

	Claire pulled a dirty dark bundle of paper out from under a 
folded sweater. It took me a second to realize the dirty bundle was the 
book.  I remembered then that it had rained yesterday.

	"Shit," Diana said as she took the book.  It was completely, 
thoroughly, and totally ruined.

	"I am so sorry I ruined your guys' book," Claire said.  "I've 
been looking online to replace it, but it's out of print.  I swear I'll 
replace it somehow."

	Diana and I looked at each other.  Her big round eyes said what I 
was thinking.  Our lips began to twitch into a smile, and finally we had 
to say what was on our minds.

	"Awwww," we said simultaneously.  

	Claire was just confused.  She wasn't sure if we were mocking her, 
or if we were genuinely touched.  Diana cleared that up in a second.

	"Claire, you are so sweet, but you just don't get it," Diana 
said.  "It wasn't our book anymore."

	"I know, it's ruined and I'll buy you another one," Claire 
repeated.  The poor girl wasn't thinking straight.

	"Claire, think for a moment," I told her.  I pulled off my shirt, 
and held it out.  "See this Ghost shirt?  Who does it belong to?"

	"You.  You won it in a contest," Claire said slowly.

	I shook my head and wound the shirt up quickly in my hands.  I 
snapped the tip of it towards Claire's knee, and she squealed as I just 
missed her.

	"Wrong! Try again," I said with a smile.

	"Diana's?" Claire said, a bit jumpy.  At least she was smiling.

	I growled at her answer.  Diana saw where I was going and took 
her shirt off too.  I choked back a wolf whistle when I saw her orange 
bra.  I love that orange bra and the treasures it held, but now was not 
the time.

	"Whose shirt is this?" Diana asked.  

	"Umm, yours?" Claire said with no conviction.

	Diana wound her shirt in her hands and snapped it at Claire's 
other thigh.  She hit, but Diana was so bad at it, it barely tapped 
Claire's skin.  It made the redhead jump anyway.

	"Wrong!" Diana snapped.  "Try again."

	"I don't get it!" Claire snapped back.  Good, she wasn't being 
meek anymore.

	I sighed and took her hand.  I stood Claire up and pulled her 
shirt over her head.  She wasn't wearing a bra, but her breasts were 
just as attractive.  Again I had to resist my urges and keep my mind on 
the lesson at hand.

	"Whose shirt is this?" I asked, holding the shirt in front of 
her.

	"That's mine," she said with more confidence.

	"Son of a bitch," Diana said with a laugh.  People who are slow 
on the uptake both amused and frustrated her.  She stepped behind 
Claire and unbuttoned Claire's pants.  Claire squealed again as Diana 
ripped the pants down.  I liked where this was going.  

	"Whose pants are these?" Diana asked from around Claire's ankles.

	"I don't know!" Claire laughed.  

	"They're mine," I said taking her into a gentle hug.  I looked 
down on her face and gave her my warmest smile.  "They're Diana's as 
well, and they are yours.  They belong to us."

	Realization dawned on her face.  "But the book belonged to you 
and Diana before you met me," Claire insisted.

	"Ouch!" Claire said a split second after I heard a smack on her 
ass.  I looked over Claire's shoulder to see Diana squatting behind 
Claire and rubbing her hand on Claire's freshly spanked bottom.  Diana 
had pulled Claire's green panties down to just under the curve of her 
buttocks.

	"If you are going to keep acting like a child, I'm going to treat 
you like one," Diana said.  I knew better.  Diana just couldn't resist 
smacking an ass when she saw one.

	"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," Claire said laughing.  "But it did belong 
to you guys first.  Ouch!"

	"Say that again, I dare you," Diana warned.  I was hoping Claire 
would.  I liked the way she felt in my arms when Diana spanked her.  
The quivering was addictive. 

	"I won't!" Claire said.  "But I don't understand."

	"It's simple," I told the poor woman in my arms.  "You are not 
something Diana and I picked up.  You're not someone we allowed into 
our marriage that we can let go when we get tired of you.  You are not 
in our lives on a whim or a because of a phase.  We consider you to be 
part of us.  We've married you in our hearts."

	"There isn't a division between us," Diana added.  "We are three 
equal parts, not a couple and a third."

	"Understand?" I asked.  She nodded, and I looked her in the eye 
until I was sure she understood.  She blushed under my scrutiny and I 
felt her grind slightly against my pants, but I was convinced of her 
honesty.

	"Let's review," Diana said and I felt Claire shiver in my arms.  
Apparently Diana did something Claire liked.  "Is this ass yours?"

	I looked over Claire's shoulder to see Diana pinching a good 
portion of Claire's buttock.

	"No, it's ours," Claire breathed.

	Diana bit her ass and I felt Claire tense as her arms tightened 
around me.  I locked my arms around her, knowing she would need my 
support for what was coming.  Diana had that look again in her eye.  

	"What about this thigh?"  Diana asked.  She stroked the inside of 
Claire's thigh in that way that always made her melt.

	"It's ours," Claire answered and then moaned as Diana bit down on 
the spot she had been stroking.

	I had to get in on it.  "What about these lips I'm looking at?" I 
asked.  

	"They're ours," she said smiling.  She was still smiling as I 
bent down to kiss her.  She kissed me passionately as her tension from 
today melted away.  As Diana kissed her thighs I kissed her lips, and 
we set her body aflame with our affection.  

	"What about this?" Diana asked, and Claire could only moan.

	I guessed what the answer was.  "I think that's ours too," I 
said.  

	"I don't know," Diana said in her teasing voice.  "I'm not doing 
anything else until Claire confirms it." 

	"It's yours, it's yours," Claire said quickly.

	"You better lie down then," I suggested as I stepped towards her 
bed.  Claire didn't need further urging.  She sat down on the side of 
her bed and reclined as Diana and I knelt between her legs.  

	We started by each taking a thigh; Diana took her left while I 
took the right.  It's funny how we take a side the same way we 
take our places in a bed.  It's nothing we've ever discussed; it's just 
the way it is.  Claire reached down and took our heads in her 
hands.  I loved the way her fingers massaged my scalp as I kissed her 
hard thighs.

	"More," Claire moaned, her hips lifting.  The poor girl had given 
us so much today but received nothing till now.  That had to be 
corrected.  

	Diana reached Claire's sex delta first, taking one long lick the 
length of Claire's shaved lips.  Claire trembled and then moaned as my 
mouth repeated the lick that Diana gave her.  It became a simple game.  
Diana leading the way as we seduced Claire.  As she licked across
Claire's lips; so would I.  If she nibbled one pink fold and let it slip 
from her lips as she pulled away, then so would I.  It was a good game 
for all of us.

	Eventually, Claire's hands began to involuntarily pull at our hair. 
She needed us, and the teasing was becoming too much.  I 
gave Diana a quick kiss on the lips and tasted Claire's desire there.  
Diana took that as her invitation and went down on Claire in the manner 
she desired.  She delved into Claire's sex while I bit playfully on 
Claire's thigh.

	The moans Claire gave us were sharp and erotic in their 
desperation.  Diana's hips kept shifting and I placed my hand on the 
crotch of her jeans.  She pushed back into my hand and I massaged her 
gently.  I also kissed up and down Claire's thigh, relishing the 
goosebumps that rose in my mouth's wake.  Diana continued to perform 
her special oral magic on Claire, causing our lover to twist and arch 
on her bed.

	"Anthony," Diana gasped, and I knew that it was time.  I left 
Claire's thigh and joined Diana at Claire's delta.  Our lips merged 
with Claire's nether lips in an intimate three-way kiss of moisture, 
tongues, and clit.  Our mouths sought her clitoris, and we flicked her 
swollen bud between our tongues as Claire nearly screamed with delight.  

	Forcefully, Claire's hands pushed down on our heads, and we 
obeyed.  I sank into her wet lips while Diana sucked Claire's clit 
completely into her mouth.  My tongue felt Claire's climax moments 
before her spoke to Diana.  Together Diana and I rode Claire's hips 
as she merged into another climax and then into another.  We traded places 
for the next climax, allowing me to lap at Claire's button as Diana 
explored the twitching of Claire's sex.  

	When Claire was finished, we crawled up beside her on the 
bed.  She kissed us both and laughed at how wet our lips were.  After 
the laughter, she had something to tell us.

	"You two are mine," she said, and we didn't disagree.