They both obeyed, and when Sam flipped onto her back she could see Mike’s hands shaking around the camcorder. But he did as instructed, aiming the lens right at the action as Bern took her. It was quick, rough, even frantic, and he was there inside a minute.

“Here I come. Here I come, Sam.”

His hips froze, pressed hard to her backside as he released. She heard and felt him go slack, heard him gulping deep breaths. Warm hands caressed her thighs and hips for a few moments, then he slipped his softening cock from inside her. She could feel his come on her lips, and her thoughts and curiosities changed immediately. She knew what she wanted – the same as what Mike wanted, in theory. Tonight, nothing excited her more than these two men, together, in every way possible.

She collapsed against the pillows, her exhaustion all real, no act. Bern was sitting farther along the mattress, leaning back on his palms and catching his breath. Sam looked to Mike, finding his expression stony… though she thought there might be a glimmer of excitement or curiosity there. She propped a leg up and let her hand drift to her tender, swollen folds as she mentally edited out the rim of the condom. Mike’s eyes widened as two fingers stroked her lips, surely glistening with what his rival had put there. She laid out the bait and left it up to Mike to take it or not. She thought she knew their guest well enough now to feel comfortable inviting Mike’s pleasure to begin, even after Bern had come. And if he wasn’t, she trusted him to make a graceful exit, play the part of the selfish, sated man and dismiss himself if things took a turn he didn’t care to witness.

She could sense all these same questions and hypotheses flying around in Mike’s head as well. His eyes darted, but they kept flitting to where her fingers flaunted his enemy’s seed.

Take me back. Take back what’s yours.

Just as she began to think it wasn’t to be, a final nudge was given. By Bern.

“Your wife’s gonna feel me dripping from her cunt for hours,” he said, voice steady once more. He looked to Sam with a mean smile. “Bet you’ll like that, won’t you?”

“Anything to remind me how good you fuck.”

“That’s my girl.”

Ooh, you’re good.

Then suddenly Bern was on his feet, gathering his clothes. The relief hit her like a cool breeze, a gasp of fresh air she’d not realized she needed. He’d set them up, taken them further than she’d even expected, but he was letting the two of them finish the story.

“I’ll see myself out. Call me next time you need a decent fuck,” he told Sam, buckling his belt.

“Way more than decent. And drive safe.”

He came over and they shared a quick kiss on the mouth, Sam’s fingertips skimming down his arm as he pulled away. He left them for good without so much as a glance at Mike.

When she heard the front door click shut downstairs, she let her fingers continue their display. Mike crossed to the bed and sat beside her.

“It’s still warm,” she said through a sigh. “What he left inside me.”

“You’re my wife. I don’t want another man’s come where mine belongs.”

“Too bad for you, then. Unless you want to do something about it…?”

A glint of determination shone in his eyes. Sam held her breath as he moved, parting her legs and getting to his elbows and knees between them. Her arousal blazed back into brilliant life, and faking apathy became more challenging.

“Can you see what he’s done?” she taunted, slicking more evidence of Bern’s trespass along her folds. “I’ve been dying to taste him. Maybe you could do the job for me.”

Mike smelled her first, a deep, heady sampling of the scent of her and Bern’s sex. As he brought his mouth closer she felt the warmth of his exhalations on her clit. She raked her nails through his hair, wondering if it triggered any memory of Bern similarly touching him. She did it again, softer and more affectionate.

“Go ahead. Tell me how good he tastes.”

Mike’s tongue glanced her pussy and she had to fight to cover up the fresh waves of pleasure that spread through her, to keep up her role as bored wife. This was all too amazing and fucked and perfect to be her sex life.

Finally, he managed a firm lap. They’d acted out this moment dozens of times, but it had to be different. Doing this had to put another wrinkle in Mike’s definition of his sexuality. Same as that hot, loaded moment when he’d taken Bern in his mouth. But once the line had been crossed, she could sense the change in him. He’d jumped. It was done. Now he was free.

He caressed her with deep licks, the contact feeling so like Bern’s style, that languorous savoring. She held his head as he did the deed, her insides curling into a tight, hot ball of excitement. When he finally seemed to be satisfied that all traces of the other man were gone, he edged up her body and claimed her mouth.

She could taste Bern there as well as herself.

At her waist, Mike was fumbling with his pants.

“Take it out,” he murmured, and Sam stripped the condom.

Mike got himself free and sank inside her, the zipper of his jeans scraping the soft skin of her inner thigh. She didn’t think he’d ever felt this hard – and he’d come barely twenty minutes earlier. The humiliation was done for the night, the reassertion process begun.

She murmured his name.

“You came for real tonight?” he asked. “Both times?”

“I did.” And she might again, if he gave her the chance. But as it was, his pace was frantic. His body slapped hers, graceless and aggressive, needy. She had to wonder, was he reclaiming more than his primacy? His manhood, perhaps, in the wake of what he’d done? Whatever the reason, it was as hot as any camera-worthy performance Bern could offer.

Camera. She looked to the side, finding it back on the tripod, red light still blinking. As Mike’s eyes shut, as they always did when he was racing to the finish, she turned to stare that lens down and smiled. An evil little look to tell the viewer, I know exactly how good I’ve got it.

Though how and when it might come to an end, she couldn’t begin to guess.

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

How did you feel about it?

That was the question Sam was dying to ask both men, in regard to Saturday night. Asking Mike first seemed only right, though finding the chance was tricky. He was woken up by a new and demanding case at five the next morning, one that kept him out late for the next three nights and had him too burned out for intense conversations about their sex games once he was home. It also left Sam on her own, with too many memories and not enough feedback to know where everyone stood. She could only vouch for her own feelings, but at least they were loud and clear and utterly unconflicted.

I want to see that again.

Mike and Bern, touching. She wanted to watch the video, badly, but it felt like the first viewing ought to be for her and Mike, together. So she settled for the film in her head – rewatching again and again, and imagining the two men taking things further than they had, replacing Mike’s uncertain receptivity with something hungrier, and replacing Bern’s brash contempt with a taste of awe. Reversing the roles, making Bern the shameless instigator, on his knees, Mike ever the overcome and uncertain one, surrendering to the act and ultimately loving it. The aggression of the actual night she kept, but doubled the lust. She hadn’t gotten so lost in fantasies since she’d been a teenager, though she also knew the high would deflate if she found out Mike regretted that act that had left her so hot.

A hundred times she toyed with e-mailing Bern, asking him what he felt about it. They hadn’t talked or texted since the big night, and she couldn’t say why. Because they’d gone too far for his comfort? Because he was waiting to hear from her first, and was worried about the same thing – that it had been too far for them? She had her own answer for him – hell no, that wasn’t too far – but not Mike’s. And so the silence lengthened, gathering like a dark cloud to dampen her burning mood.