Beneath him, Sam was engaged but quiet. He hadn’t let her know what he wanted from her – which Sam his mind wanted, his kind wife or the callous actress. He didn’t know, himself. He didn’t really care. Another man had been with her tonight, and that was enough.

“I loved watching you with him,” he said.

Her grin was full of relief. “I’m glad.”

“Did you enjoy yourself?”

“I did. I came tonight.”

Mike’s hips sped, unbidden. “You liked how he fucked?”

“He’s good. He doesn’t know me like you do, but it was exciting to enjoy his body.”

“You like his cock?”

“I do.”

“More than mine?” He took her slowly, calling attention to the equipment in question.

“Honestly?”

Shit, did he really want to know? “Yeah, honestly.”

“I like yours more.” She stroked his chest and neck. “But he’s hot. New and different.”

“He’s bigger than me.”

“Yeah, but it’s the man that matters, not the size. And both of you turn me on. Did you want me to pretend I liked him more?”

“Maybe.” Yeah, he did. The assurances were appreciated, but his body wanted to get back to the conflict that’d had him burning up, watching the two of them.

“In that case, I was only trying to make you feel better.”

“Oh?”

A sly smirk. “He’s way better than you. And bigger.”

Another hot jab in the arousal synapse of Mike’s brain. “I’m gonna fuck you till there’s nothing left of him inside you.”

And he did. He owned her like a beast, screwing until the friction shifted, lube burned up and the condom began to drag on his skin. He pulled out, fumbled with the lip of the thing until Sam intervened and did it for him. He made a hurried trip to the bathroom, to soap and rinse his throbbing erection, then he was back with her, above her. He sank deep in nothing but Sam’s own slick folds.

“What got you this wet?” he demanded.

“Him.”

Mike’s climax rose, the point of no return looming close on the horizon. She felt so fucking good – warm and swollen and slippery, familiar. Bern hadn’t felt her like this, he told himself. Only Mike got this.

For now.

Just as he was about to rush headlong into the final stretch, Sam slipped a hand between them to play with her clit. Shit, he should have offered to do that. But he’d gone nuts with lust. He prayed he could hold off long enough for her to come.

“I’m close,” he admitted.

“Me, too.”

“What are you thinking about?”

She didn’t answer right away, pursing her lips on a reply as she remembered they were playing again. “Just about how good he felt,” she said. “Big and rough and strong, and how he made me come so easy.”

He had, too. Another man had felt her climax, felt that hot little hug around his cock. Made her shudder, and maybe recognized that fleeting glimpse of momentary crazy in her eyes that Mike loved so much, and maybe even appreciated it as much as he did. Jealousy nudged him ever closer to the edge, his hips pounding, dick aching. But he couldn’t beat her to the punch, not knowing that Bern had gotten her off. No fucking way.

“And how good he looked when he came,” she added. “When he shot inside me.”

“Come for me,” he ordered.

“Mike.”

He’d slipped them from their games without even realizing it, but it was exactly where he wanted to be.

“Jesus, Sam.” If it weren’t for her busy hand, he’d have dropped to his elbows, slid his forearms under her back and held her tight as he hammered himself home. She’d cradle his head as she always did, and there’d be nothing left of the world except the two of them, Mike and Sam. Mike and the most wonderful woman he’d ever met.

“Come for me, baby. Please.”

The hand gripping his shoulder was hot and damp, the other racing between their bodies, between her legs. He gave her his cock the way she liked best, fast and hard and controlled, though the friction was dangerous. He felt his own orgasm coming, already in motion and impossible to stop, a train bearing down with its whistle shrieking. Then he felt it – the tug of her body around him, the subtle squeeze of her climax. The second her fingers left her clit, he shoved his arms beneath her back and chased his own release – bolted down the track and let the momentum demolish him.

“Sam. Fuck.”

Pleasure had never come so near to pain – a searing, screaming rush that swallowed him whole, a rush so intense it left no room for relief, only obliteration.

Mike came back to reality blinking, panting, reeling, as though from a punch.

There was Sam, beneath him, her hands grazing his back. There was her smile, and all around and against him, her warmth. He buried his face against her neck, smelled her skin, tasted it on his lips between gasping breaths.

He felt her tremble, followed by a tiny laugh.

Unsteadily, he pushed up to his elbows to stare into her eyes. “Yeah?”

She nodded. “You’re so sexy.”

He laughed himself, and flopped to his side. Here they were in their room, though it would never be quite the same, would it? Strange new memories had taken root, and they’d have to either choose to tend and harvest them, or else tread amid the dead husks of regret. But what was there to regret, if this kink really could serve the both of them? It had grown on Sam, he knew that much. And now that she really was getting off with another man, not merely pretending she had…

He rolled onto his hip and kissed her cheek, her shoulder, her arm.

She stroked his hair. “Happy?”

“Incapacitated.”

“That’ll do.”

He nestled his chin on her shoulder and studied her face. “Are you happy?”

She nodded against the pillow. “Did I earn my Wife of the Year trophy tonight?”

“Tell me it wasn’t that much of a hardship.”

“Yes, such a trial. Two guys, two orgasms… I’ve got it so bad.”

“And I do dishes and laundry,” he said.

“Yes, you’re a very complex man.”

“A man with a complex, you mean.”

She smiled, tracing his ear with her thumb. “Being kinky isn’t a mental illness, you know. If anything it’s a superpower.”

“And you’re definitely happy we went through with it?”

“Very. Are you?”

“Yeah.” He swallowed. “Yeah, I think so.”

She frowned.

“No – I mean, I don’t regret anything. It’s just hard to say it makes me happy, since… you know.”

“Since it’s the ugly feelings that get you off?”

“Yeah. Happy’s like… contentment. Security. I can either choose happiness or being out-of-my-mind horny, where this thing’s concerned.”

“Are you satisfied, then?”

“Yes.” He could say that with certainty. He was deeply, utterly satisfied. And in the dark little cracks where the happiness couldn’t shine, those were the shadows he’d dig around in, stoking the strange flames that flickered in his body and brain.

“Good,” Sam said with a lazy sigh. “That’s all I wanted to know.”

“I wonder what he thinks of us.”

She laughed. “From what I’ve gleaned, he thinks we’re like some crazy old rich person who keeps throwing fistfuls of money at him. He doesn’t get it, but he’s not complaining. I suspect he’s perfectly happy playing tourist.”

“Think we’ll do this again?” he asked.

“That’s all up to you.”

“Actually, it’s all up to you.”

“I think we’ll have to disagree on that one. But if you want this again and he’s game, I’m honored to oblige.” She leaned in and kissed his forehead. “It’s awfully fun. Why shouldn’t we keep doing it until it’s not fun anymore? I mean, it might take ages to find another guy I – or we – have the right chemistry with.”

“True.” Goddamn, she spoiled him.

“And if the chemistry keeps working for all of us…”

“There’s lots of other things we could do.”

She nodded. “Ditch the condoms. Maybe tape it.”

“Yeah.”

Infinite other “maybe” scenarios. Maybe a real three-way, with Mike allowed to enjoy her while she sucked Bern’s cock. So many options. So many that he better not start drafting his wish list and jacking up his hopes. Plus, something just as good was right here in his arms – his wife, all to himself.