She’d claw him if they were face-to-face. Drag her nails down his back and arms, a pain Mike knew well and loved. He longed to move to the mattress, sit beside her and touch her hair, run his thumb across her swollen lip. He wanted to take a turn, take over. Take her back. As always, the uncertainty had him panting.

Bern’s free hand shifted to the small of her back, something possessive in the way he pressed his palm to her skin, like he was pinning her down, asserting his strength. Mike’s cock was on fire, screaming to assert a few needs of its own.

“Fuck.” It was Sam who said it, and he knew what it signaled. She was close. She’d said Fuck, but what it meant to Mike was Don’t you dare stop. She probably didn’t even know she did that.

She’s not faking it.

He swallowed. Good. Let her come apart with this stranger inside her. Let the guy do the same, and leave Mike to scrounge for whatever pleasure was left to him. Table scraps from another man’s feast.

“Yeah.” Bern kept his hand working, hips speeding as he surely realized she was coming. Mike could see excitement in his strained features – excitement Mike had felt any number of times himself, in this lucky bastard’s exact position.

She muttered, “Fuck me,” but it came out breathy. She was already there.

Bern let loose a long, low groan, a sound of satisfaction, but not release, Mike didn’t think. Not yet.

Where will he come? And how might Mike banish him, afterward? His face and throat burned, skin flashing hot at the question.

Their bodies slowed, and Bern stroked her back with both hands, gazing down with something approaching affection. “Good?”

A satisfied sigh answered him, and she turned her head to grin drunkenly at him.

He gave her butt a soft whap. “On your back.”

She did as ordered and Bern knelt between her thighs, taking her deep and swift, bracing himself upright with his palms on her knees. “Want you to watch when I come.”

Her hands ran up and down his belly. “Happily.”

She wouldn’t be the only one.

Strange, pleasurable, scary feelings gathered in Mike as he studied the scene. An insecure bit of him wasn’t comfortable with exactly how hot it got him to watch another man – a strong, built man – fucking his wife. But Sam had asked him once, Would you still be turned on if I weren’t there? If it were just a man that he was watching? And no, he wouldn’t. Not at all. The reassurance lowered his hackles, soothing an impending identity crisis. Attractive men didn’t get him hot – competition did. And the fear of failure, for whatever reason. But it was true, Sam was always there. Without her, there was no fire to stoke.

And here she was indeed, those slender hands that had been exclusively Mike’s for all these years, caressing this stranger’s chest and sides and ass, egging him on.

“You look good,” she told him.

“Hope you’ll think about this the next time you let your husband fuck you.”

Mike swallowed a moan.

Sam smiled up at Bern. “You know I will.”

“Maybe someday you can tape us.”

The need racking Mike’s cock doubled at the thought. A video of Bern fucking Sam… God, he’d love that. The perfect porn, and he could watch and pretend he’d hidden a camera, caught her messing around behind his back. No copy for Bern, of course. Too risky. And recording it at all was risky in this day and age, but goddamn, some gambles were worth it.

“Maybe your husband could help,” Bern added, his voice unmistakably more hoarse than before. He turned his head and shot Mike a second’s mean glance. “Maybe we’ll make him hold the camera.”

Sam gave a wicked little giggle, her cruelty as hot as the smell and heat of their bodies in Mike’s bed.

Bern dropped lower, palms set beside Sam’s shoulders. He took her roughly, flesh pounding flesh, and dragged a harsh moan from her lungs. “Bern.”

“Yeah. You like that.”

Yes, she does.

She gripped his ass, following or urging the motions. “I love it.”

“Want me to give it to you? Shoot you full of my hot come?”

Mike held in another pained sound, teeth grinding.

“Please.”

“Good. Beg me. Beg me and I’ll let you have it.”

“Come for me, Bern. Inside me. Please.”

“I can feel it,” he said, nearly seething. “I’m gonna give you so much. Spank me.”

Without a second’s pause, she slapped his ass.

“Yeah. Again.”

She spanked him again, rubbed the reddening spot, then gave him another.

“Yeah.” His head rolled back, hips racing so fast the motions seemed to blur. “Oh fuck, here I come.”

She slapped him again, three more times until he froze, groaning long and loud and shameless through the spasms. Mike nearly lost it himself, so close it hurt.

Bern stayed braced above her, back rising and dropping as he caught his breath.

Get the fuck out of my fucking bed so I canfuckingcome, asshole. Mike held the words in, certain he was on the brink of an aneurysm or heart attack.

After a maddening minute, his swear-riddled prayer was answered.

“I better let you deal with your husband,” Bern said, as if Mike were a dog that needed walking.

Sam nodded up at him with an exaggerated frown. “Yeah.”

They disentangled themselves, both bodies damp with sweat in the low light. Bern dressed quickly, and Sam slipped into her bathrobe.

“Thanks for coming by.” She stood on her tiptoes and they kissed. “You have no clue how badly I needed that.”

“Anytime,” he said, then shot a mean look at Mike. Any time you turn your back, my dick’s in your wife, his glare seemed to say. Mike would have appreciated the sentiment if his sexual frustration weren’t begging him to strangle the man to death.

Though his fantasy had been realized tonight, Mike couldn’t wait for the door to close behind their guest. He could claw his own skin off, he was so worked up. Sam walked Bern out, and Mike was stripping his shirt before he even heard the dead bolt click downstairs. By the time Sam was back in the bedroom, he was down to his shorts, and even those felt like a straitjacket.

They both paused where they stood, gazes locking.

Sam smiled, eyeing his erection. “I was going to ask if it was good for you, but I guess that’s my answer.”

Her comment killed the role-playing, but Mike didn’t care. He could appreciate her wanting to know that her real-life husband was okay with everything that had just gone down, and like the last time, he was too fucking hot to keep the games up, himself.

Dropping her robe and crossing the carpet, she came to wrap her arms around his waist, belly brushing his cock. He planted a kiss on her forehead, wanting to do way more than that.

“You’re not too sore, are you?”

She smiled up at him and shook her head. Her fingers twined with his and she led him to their bed.

“I still have the condom in.”

“Good.”

A little laugh answered him, but he was burning up, body in too much of a crisis to register much more than the need to come.

Sam lay down as he stripped away his shorts. Just the swipe of the fabric against his cock made him buck. He got her thighs spread with his knees, pausing a moment with his crown poised at her lips. He felt the slickness there, knowing only a small measure was lube. That was the enemy there – for real this time – easing his way. Making him insane.

“I’m gonna fuck his come right out of you.” The promise came out like a death threat, his voice hoarse and crazy. He shivered as he heard the words, surprised he’d uttered them. Eager hands stroked his arms and he took the plunge.

A sound like he’d never made before ripped from his lungs, a groan of pain and fear and disbelief. The sex version of a primal scream. And why shouldn’t it, when he was fucking his mate, her sex still dripping from a rival?