Mike moaned. He tried to imagine he tasted Sam, but Bern’s scent and flavor were intense, primal and intimidating, so starkly male. Mike shivered when a gruff hand cupped his head, fingers splayed in his short hair. For half a minute or more, Bern dictated. Not too rough, but bossy. Bolder. He gave more, and Mike gagged.

“Good.” And it was over. Bern slid out, and when he spoke his voice was stiff and stilted. “Bet you were worried I was gonna give you more than just a taste.”

Mike said nothing and kept his gaze on Bern’s legs. He shivered when the man ran his fingertips through Mike’s hair – a brief, patronizing gesture.

“Saving my come for your wife,” Bern said. “You want it, you’ll have to eat it out of her cunt.”

And would I? Mike wondered. He wasn’t sure, but more than likely, he’d find out before the night was over.

Sam’s breathing was short, high in her chest. It felt as though a fire were consuming her.

Only a couple of weeks before, she’d felt this same fever as she’d violated her vows and taken a new man’s cock in her mouth.

She’d felt all that and more, watching Mike do the same.

Never could she have imagined that would turn her on – not as much as it had. Before tonight, there had been a taboo appeal to it, a curiosity. Now? Jesus, maybe she did have a kink of her own. She’d be thinking of that moment a thousand times in the coming days… and amending it. Imagining Mike getting drawn into the act, not merely surrendering to it. His hands on Bern’s hips, or his fingers wrapped around the base of Bern’s cock. Of both men getting caught up. Of Bern taking it all the way, and of Mike drinking him down.

She flushed all over, ready for whatever Bern wanted next. For the first time, she felt truly, fully immersed in this game. Fearless and utterly eager.

Her eyes met Mike’s, finding them edgy. Electric. She knew he must be seeing just the same in hers, and prayed she’d feel it when their bodies came back together, after Bern had gone home. She moved back to the bed when Mike returned to his chair.

“How was he?” she asked Bern, her casual words undermined by the breathy lilt of her voice. She might as well have said, That’s the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.

Bern glanced to Mike or the camera. “He could use a few pointers.”

She smiled. “I’d be happy to give him some.”

“And what about me?” Bern asked, crawling close, looming large, erection brushing her mound as he straddled her thighs. “You happy to give me a little something?”

“Anything.”

He smiled right back, the gesture one thousand watts of sultry Southern charm. “Spread those pretty legs, then.”

She bit her lip. “Yes, sir.”

Bern shifted his knees and she did as she was told, all but seared by his gaze as he took her in. “You ready for me?”

“Always.”

Bern craned his neck to address Mike. “Don’t stop rolling, now.”

Mike’s only response was to part his lips, but Sam could read him like a book – that was arousal glazing his eyes, and darkening his cheeks and throat and ears. He’d come, he’d stepped beyond his comfort zone, and he was still in it. Still turned on. The three of them were up to their necks in the game now, and in it deeper than Sam had ever expected they’d go.

Yet here they were. Every one of them ready to see what came next.

“Take me,” she told Bern, tugging on those thrilling arms.

“Ooh, I like when you give the orders.”

Do you, then? A tempting notion. “Get inside me. Show him what I need.”

Another hot smile. “Well, yes, ma’am.” He steadied his cock and took her deeply in a single thrust.

“God yeah.” She gripped his hair, not faking an ounce of the desire burning inside her. “Lemme see you lose it.”

“What’s the rush?” He took her slow and deep, and for the first time, Sam was eager to watch that video. That ass, those hips, the muscles edging his ribs… all that in profile, working for her. Her own fantasies were coming into focus tonight, in so many ways. She’d always imagined that if she had a kinky side, she’d know it. But it had taken seeing Mike on his knees, live and in person, to set her on fire. She never could have guessed her reaction. Just as she never could have guessed the way indulging in another man’s body could deepen her feelings for her husband. She’d worried if anything, it would have dampened it. But no. Since their guest had arrived, sex had gone from a warming hearth to a blazing wildfire. A thought burst through the haze, one that slapped her in its clarity.

Don’t ever leave us.

Fuck, that was some dangerous thinking. That was attachment talking. She chalked it up to the intensity of the emotions in the room, and fell back into the moment.

“I like it fast,” she said, holding those slow-pumping hips. “You know that.”

“He not rough enough for you?” Bern asked, glancing at Mike.

“Not like you can do it. Show him.”

And he gave her what she’d asked for, driving quick and hard. “Get on your hands and knees.”

She did as she was told.

“Good.”

But after a minute, Bern’s punishing body stilled, then stopped. He spoke to Mike, three little words shifting the room’s entire atmosphere. “Come over here.”

Sam searched her husband’s face for trepidation, but it was impossible to locate behind the humiliation act. In any case, he was obedient. Suddenly the weight of three people dipped the mattress.

“Can you find a fucking clit?” Bern demanded, every inch the brash, wife-defiling shithead he was here to play.

Mike didn’t speak, but he knelt and edged close to Sam’s side, one hand on her back not far from Bern’s, the other sliding under her belly, familiar fingertips alighting on her clitoris. Sam shivered and moaned, shocked.

The pleasure was insane. It went far beyond a hard, skilled cock and a set of fingers that knew her as well as her own did. There were the smells and heat of two men, the disparate pitch of their breathing, mismatched moans at her side and back. But the psychological high was as potent as any physical aspect of what was happening. She’d never felt so much at once. Like an object of adoration and worship, like a prize desired by two hard, panting male animals.

Could Mike feel Bern? He was taking her so deeply, did Mike get the glance of Bern’s balls against his knuckles with every impact?

“She loves that dick,” Bern muttered, and Sam tensed right up to the edge of orgasm at those words. Not from the crassness of them, or his tone, but because something about it… He was talking to Mike, not her. There was a sharp dichotomy at play, a them and her. She was being pleasured by two men. Served and used at once.

“Fuck,” she groaned. “Don’t stop.”

“Not till I feel you come, baby.” Bern, of course. Mike’s voice was no more than a low hum of a moan. Together, Bern’s words and Mike’s sounds – they were something entirely different. So much more, as though one plus one made a hundred.

The pleasure built with every pounding thrust from Bern, every incendiary stroke of Mike’s fingertips. From the sensations and so much more. In a flash she imagined the wake of this encounter, of rolling over and kissing each of these men in turn. She was drunk on the moment, on the boundaries they’d obliterated. She’d never known sex could be like this. It couldn’t be like this one-on-one, no matter the lovers or the bond they shared.

Dangerous thoughts.

It was only the orgasm that drowned them out, her worries flattened in the face of the pleasure as two men, two voices, four hands became her entire world.

“God yeah. Baby, don’t stop.” She spoke to the both of them, and it was the both of them she moaned for when the climax hit. The moment she came down, Bern took over.

“Get that camera,” he told Mike. “Bring it close.” To Sam, “Turn over, honey.”