He gave himself one slow, thorough pull. “That big enough?”

“That’s plenty.” Above and beyond. Bigger than her husband. Bigger than any man she’d had before him, for that matter.

Did Mike like what he saw? Had this man’s cock given him that pleasurable punch in the gut he craved, a gulp of that scary-strong cocktail of jealousy and lust? Did it get him five times drunker than their dirty talk about other men’s dicks could ever hope to?

“Touch me,” Bern said.

She grazed the underside of his length with her fingertips, then again. She measured his girth with her fist, squeezed to feel how stiff he was. As she explored him, she imagined that hard thickness pushing inside her. Mike might be in the room for that moment, or pretend to walk in. She swallowed, overcome – turned on, undeniably, but overwhelmed as well.

“I love it,” she said, remembering her role. Worship him, dum-dum.

“This what you’ve been missing?”

She admired him with a greedy stroke. “It’s perfect.”

“Maybe you want to suck me,” he said.

“I do.” Her reply was automatic, but chased by a worry – was it too soon? Though when would going down on a new man not feel like a leap? Now was as good a time as any.

“Here.” He took her hand and coaxed her from the bed, having her kneel before him on the carpet, the two of them still in profile to their unseen audience.

He murmured a long, pained “Yeah” as she spoiled him with strokes meant to rouse all three of them.

Bern played his part well, with the calculated calm of a career philanderer. But this close, she felt the tension in his body, the energy practically vibrating from him. Two men were having their fantasies realized tonight, and she wondered what Bern was most tuned into – the nearness of her lips or the presence of her husband’s eyes.

She brought her face close, letting her breath steam the dark, taut skin of his head. Her other hand she dropped to his hip, lest she obscure Mike’s view. A shiver enveloped her as Bern combed her hair aside with his fingers, drawing it into a sloppy ponytail. The weight of his hands urged, edging her lips closer.

“Taste me.”

She let her lower lip brush him and his cock twitched. A firmer order from his guiding hands and she took his crown in her mouth, closing her lips around his heat.

“Good.”

She imagined it was Mike who’d uttered that happy syllable, approval whispered from the dark of the bathroom. Another inch slipped between her lips, another. When he was slick with her spit, she sought a rhythm. Don’t service – worship, she reminded herself, and let her mouth do the job of her eyes and hands and words, handling him like the lust object he’d been cast as.

“Fuck.”

His sensuality gave way to a darker tone – she felt the shift in the way his fingers gripped her hair and urged her motions. His sounds were as hot as any other detail about him – guttural, muttered nonwords, grunts and sharp inhalations. She longed for different ones, the kind that would echo the tempo of his hips as he fucked her. If he fucked her. Jesus, please let him fuck her.

That final thought struck her, woke her up.

I really do want this. Every bit as much as Mike wants it for himself.

“Fuck, that’s good. Nice and deep.”

She moaned around him, and she wasn’t acting anymore.

“You’re so hungry for me, I can feel it. What’s wrong – he can’t stay this hard for you? Or you just want a nice big mouthful?”

Rhetorical questions, resounding accusations to stab holes in Mike’s ego.

“You like that,” Bern said, stroking her hair. “You like sucking that fat cock.”

She did. It wasn’t a hardship, moaning like a porn star around him, but as exciting as he felt, it was incidental. Size mattered only as a novelty and for how hot it might be getting Mike. It was the power that had her high – the knowledge that she held the keys to two men’s deepest desires.

“More.” It was a statement, not a request – Bern’s hips had begun making demands. He took her mouth only deeply enough to intimidate, not to gag. He slid a hand between his thighs to fondle his balls and she could see his wrist and arm trembling faintly. She nudged his hand aside to do the job for him.

“Yeah.”

She gazed up at his flexing abdomen, his tight chest, the shadows of his strong arms. He swallowed, then their eyes met. His mouth dropped open with a silent moan, and for a moment, she owned him.

Watch him and he’s yours, she mused. And she kept her attention on his face for the rest of the act, until he eased her fingers away and slid from her mouth, panting.

Bern took a seat on the edge of the bed and she moved her attention to his thighs, memorizing his skin and muscle while he collected his wits. At length, he let out a long, delirious sigh.

“Were you close?” she asked, looking up to meet his eyes.

He grinned. “I can go all fucking night. But I like variety.”

Liar, she thought. He’d been closer than he wanted to admit. But she liked the fib. She liked knowing how hot her mouth or Mike’s gaze had gotten him.

“Bet you like variety, too, huh?” he asked.

She smiled. “You have no idea how much.” Neither did she – but she was learning fast.

“Well, you’ve got me, tonight.”

“That I do.”

“Why don’t you tell me all the things you’re dying to do with me?”

“Where to start?” She weighed him in her hand. “Let me just enjoy you. Stand up.”

He did, and she lavished him with hungry touches – enough to tease but not to torture – fascinated to explore his new, beautiful body. Mike’s was just as wonderful. Better in many ways, as she knew it so well, how to please it, and felt assured that it knew how to please hers in return. But Bern was a thrilling new toy.

She stroked his belly and hips, backside. His skin was warm and taut, the hair sprinkled across his chest and down his abdomen darker and denser than Mike’s. Between his legs it was darker still, but shot through with the same silvery gray that decorated his temples. Sam wasn’t sure why she found that so appealing, but it turned her on, undeniably. She ran her fingers through the curls and his cock tensed in reply.

Not wanting to be cruel, she gave his length a couple of gentle pulls, keeping him stoked, then moved her touch lower, cupping his balls again. He responded with a sucking breath and a grunt, and his hand came to rest softly on the back of her head once more. Sam had never heard a single one of her girlfriends ever express any enthusiasm for this bit of the male anatomy, but she had to say, Bern had a great set, as balls went. Tight and heavy, compact.

“I love how you smell,” she said.

“More than how I taste?”

Pretending to have forgotten that flavor, she gave the beading head of his cock a slow lap. “I like both,” she decided.

“Maybe someday I’ll let you find out how my come tastes.” His words were confident but the tone beneath them strained. His words tightened her, too, and Mike, surely.

She smiled up at him. “I hope so.”

“Maybe you’ll let me find out what you taste like,” he added.

“You only have to ask. You can have anything you want.”

But he didn’t ask. He simply slid her fingers from his cock, took her hands, and urged her to trade places. He dropped to his knees on the floor, nudging her thighs wide. His hand slid under her butt, coaxing her closer to the edge, and she had to lie back to keep from slipping off. Unwilling to be robbed of a good show, she propped herself on her elbows, watching the concentration tense his features as he slid her panties from her legs and took her in. He brought his face closer, closer. She imagined Mike in the dark bathroom, standing if he wasn’t already, not wanting his view obscured by Sam’s thigh.

A warm breath heated her lips. She’d been aching for ages, her clit untouched all that time he’d spent being spoiled by her hands and mouth. His nose glanced her, sending a shock of pleasure up her body.