Nefera has long honey blonde hair. She ties them into buns or ponytails, and she often lets a strand of hair out of her hairstyle. They aren't naturally straight, or curly, it depends on how she styles them I guess. I'm not really a specialist in girls' hair. All I know is that her long ponytailed hair gets me crazy every time I catch sight of them.

I love the curve of her neck, love how the remaining bits of her perfume long on my tongue after a long day. When I kiss it, I always enjoy watching her eyes flutter as if she won't be able to take more than a few nibbles.

Hanging from the said neck is the necklaces. Ah! Those necklaces! The key to understanding my woman. I rarely see her neck naked, as the necklace I bought her years ago almost never left it aside from her showers.

When she gets out of the shower, the bathroom is always dimmed and blurry and the smell of strawberries fills the air and my lungs. When she is in her bathrobe, brushing her teeth, I like to embrace her from behind and put my chin on her shoulder as I watch our beautiful reflection, all the while trying to ignore the third toothbrush resting upon the sink.

He is nowhere and everywhere at the same time. There are his drawers with his clothes, those notes on the fridge, those gifts under the Christmas tree when it's this time of the year, and his toothbrush, always there, scorning me.

It's like being a married woman's lover and staying at her home when the hubby has left for work. Except that the married woman also shares my name and my drawers, my notes, my gifts, and my toothbrush are also here when he is.

In the dynamic of our relationship, I'm the sideman, the 'plus' one. Nefera says I am not. She says I am having complexes I shouldn't have and that I am as much her husband as he is. She never down stands him when we're together, so I hope she does the same with me.

Repeatedly, her relationship with him impacted ours. One morning, as I got back from work, I found her with a ring on her left finger, as he had asked her to marry him. I saw black that night, persuaded she had made her choice, and that she would forget about me, that our relationship was over.

The doll face reassuringly told me that it changed nothing between her and me and that we could take as much time as needed in our relationship. I lasted four months before asking her as well because I couldn't bear her taking his name without mine following. That's how she became Mrs. Jekyll-Hyde; a chance she didn't choose to keep her own name, the whole thing would have been ridiculous.

A few months ago, she came to me and told me that they wanted to have a family of their own and that she would have to stop being on the pill. It's funny how she thought she had to warn me that we should find another contraceptive method as if the fact that she was getting pregnant wasn't an effective one.

And for fuck sake, was he okay letting me fuck my wife knowing she was bearing his kids? Long story short, Nefera and I had a terrible fight that day which we ended up by senselessly fucking on the kitchen counter. Unprotected.

Three weeks later, the princess proudly showed up with a positive pregnancy test and I had to force a grin on her. I couldn't help but wonder which one of us was the biological father.

I feel like she and I have a lot more fights than they do. I feel like their relationship is less fragile than ours, and yet, I know that she would forgive me anything.

I have no doubt about her feelings for me, and Hell, I'm glad about them. I like to think that she loves me more than she loves him, even though I'm most likely wrong, Nefera repeats on and on how she loves us equally.

I know close to nothing about them, about what they do. It's a golden rule between us three. The only things I am aware of are those that might impact me, such as a wedding or a fetus.

I don't know if she's annoyed with him as much as she is with me, if she tries on her brand new lingerie in front of him as well, or if she checks his pockets every time he's back from work too.

Nefera hates my job. Before she got pregnant, she used to come and meet me at the club every time I worked there for an hour or so, just to check on me and spy on who was there. I love when she's jealous, which she easily is.

Jealousy will make her want to remind me that I'm already settled with her, meaning a handjob or a blowjob while I'm mixing. More than once we were almost caught by my boss, but at times like these, I'd rather get fired than take my cock out of her mouth.

My baby really shouldn't be jealous. I never thought I'd marry or have kids and yet, Mrs. Hyde happens to be expecting right now. She has never felt more insecure than she has since the beginning of her pregnancy. She thinks she's old and fat and whatever and that I'll take the first opportunity to cheat on her.

She's been on edge with my work since two years ago, when my ex-girlfriend, Rita, started to work there as a part-time job, and though it is true that the redhead had been a little flirty with me and I had replied to her moves with a bit more enthusiasm than a married guy should have, I wouldn't ever cheat on Neffie.

Because as much as I hate the fact that she loves him too and that his toothbrush is a constant reminder of his presence in her life, none of this is close enough to my love for her, or the feeling of her arms around me. It's really nothing compared to how good and well I feel when it's just her and I, fucking in the dead of night.