Ken walked across the hardwood floor of the Dreamhouse, his footfalls heavy with the weight of a seemingly unforgivable sin. He wasn't sure how he would break the news to Barbie, his beloved, but he knew it needed to be done. He approached her and gently tapped her shoulder, trepidation in his every move.
"Barbie, there's something I need to tell you."
"What is it Ken?" Barbie was nervous. She seldom saw her lover with such a look of apprehension upon his face.
"I let Elizabeth in the Dreamhouse." Ken looked at the ground in shame, knowing Barbie would disapprove.
"I told you not to let that slut near us!"
"I know babe, but… the thing is... I have needs."
"Aren't I good enough?" Barbie harbored a jealousy over Elizabeth, over her dark brown locks, curvaceous form, and haunting hazel eyes. The only things Elizabeth lacked were morals and an astute intellect. This in itself wasn't necessarily a flaw in the minds of the young men she often bedded.
"Of course you are. I just thought we could try something new."
"What's that?"
"I thought maybe we could have a threesome. Elizabeth was the only woman skanky enough to agree to it. If I could have found someone else I would have. Just try not to look at her face." Barbie would have no trouble keeping her eyes elsewhere. Elizabeth had a wonderful body, and Barbie was looking forward to exploring it.
"Okay. Is Elizabeth still there?" Barbie was growing eager at the thought of a threesome. The truth was, she loved Ken, but longed for something more.
"Yes. She's in our room. We'll all meet there tonight."
"Okay Ken. I love you."
"And I love pounding two chicks at once."
"What was that, dear?" Barbie asked with concern.
"Oh nothing, darling. I'll see you later." Ken and Barbie went their separate ways, awaiting the events of the night.