She was quiet while she chewed, but she watched me. “OK. Do you prefer to watch or be watched?”
I smiled. I’d asked her the same thing after I knew she’d seen Stella and I fuck. “I like both, but I prefer to watch.”
“So then who do you watch?”
The food in my mouth suddenly felt like lead. I realized I couldn’t answer without revealing a lot about Stella. “Gabby…”
She sighed when my tone indicated we’d found something else I didn’t want to be open with her about. I’d lectured her on sharing things with me regardless of her discomfort and there I was, being all kinds of hypocritical.
“I’ve watched a lot of people fuck, baby. Mostly though, I’ve watched your mom.”
As expected, Gabby froze with her eyes on her plate and a piece of toast halfway to her mouth. “What do you mean?” She whispered the words like I’d just disappointed her in a major way.
“Not recently, but in the past, your mom and I would sleep with other people. Sometimes together, sometimes separately, but always with each other’s permission.”
“Holy shit,” she whispered. “Are you guys… swingers?”