And this woman got to call this gorgeous, strong, eager specimen of a man hers.

And not just him.

Outside, Mike was parked on the street, and, having not received a text with any changes to the plan, Sam could only assume he was watching everything that was happening, on his phone. He’s mine as well. Man, was she spoiled. But she didn’t take it for granted – not for a single moment.

There were things Samira wanted tonight, when Mike joined them. She wanted both their bodies against her, front and back. No double penetration – just the hot, naked skin of two ready, rowdy men pressed close, two voices breathing quick and hard, their fingers brushing as they touched her.

Bern freed a hand to reach down, toying with her necklace before slipping it over her head and setting it aside. “Let your hair down.”

She slid off her elastic and tugged her braid free.

“Yeah, good. I love your hair.”

“Now you – take your shirt off.”

Bern sat back, and Sam watched with awe as he obeyed. All that lean, flexing muscle that made him look so gorgeous in a well-fitted shirt – straight-up heart-stopping in the flesh.

“I could stare at you for hours.” She ran her palms over his abs and chest, watching his muscles twitch and tense from her touch.

Their bodies came together, Sam’s legs hugging Bern’s ass and his hips pumping slow.

“Too many clothes,” he panted after a hot minute.

“So fix it.”

And he was on his feet, grabbing her ankles, pulling her bodily to the edge of the mattress. Sam laughed and got busy undoing her fly. She shed her shirt and he tugged her jeans away, then she sat up. She didn’t want to miss a minute of the show. She wanted to watch him as surely as he was dying to get watched.

He undid his belt with slow, precise motions, and lowered his fly. Sam studied the dark hair that trailed from his navel to the band of his shorts, the way that line grew denser and darker. His jeans dropped and his thumbs went to his waistband. “Don’t rush,” she said, letting him see the way her eyes feasted.

He cupped his straining cock, then stroked, making a show of himself. “Don’t rush? That go for the night itself?”

“Absolutely.”

“When’s he due back?”

“Don’t know, don’t care.” She looked up, meeting his gaze. “Plus, is it really so bad when he catches us?”

“I like getting you all to myself… but no, it’s not so bad. I don’t mind showing him how to please you.”

“Or you,” Sam countered, electrified as always to imagine the men touching each other. Or watching Bern’s cock disappear inside Mike’s mouth. “I say let him catch us.”

Bern was still stroking his erection through his shorts, accentuating its obscene outline.

“You like being watched,” she mused.

“You know I do.”

“You like being photographed, too?”

Oh, that easy Southern smile. “Bet you already know the answer to that.”

“You’ll have to settle for my eyes tonight, but I’ll add it to the menu for future use.”

“You wanna see me now?”

She nodded, then curled her finger to tell him to step closer. When he did, she rubbed his hard, thick thighs and gave his taunting hand a front-row audience. “Show me.”

“You said no rush.”

“I lied. Show me.”

One thumb slipped behind the waistband, easing it down to expose the base of his shaft, and that dark V of hair shot through with silver. Impatient, she reached out to finish the job herself, but Bern caught her wrist in a firm grip.

“You’re eager tonight.”

No doubt. At times this man felt like a controlled substance, one Sam didn’t a hundred percent trust herself to be left alone with. “I want you.”

“You’ll always get me. You’ll always get this,” he said, and pushed that black cotton down to expose himself. Six times she’d been with him now, yet the sight of him still thrilled her as it had that very first night.

And this night was different. What she saw was precisely what she’d get when Bern took her. The condom’s whisper-thin barrier felt like a wall coming down, making all of this so undeniably real. In this realm of negotiated three-ways, losing the protection was strangely like telling someone I love you for the first time. The physical manifestation of stakes being upped intensely. Of attachments being declared and promises made.

There had been high stakes before – their identities and privacy, and Bern’s risk of having a part in the accidental dismantling of a marriage, should Sam and Mike not have weathered the storm these games could easily have unleashed. But this new boundary… I trust you, this move told Bern. We trust you. And we want you all to ourselves, at least for now. We want you. Do you want us back? Enough to be faithful?

And he’d told them, yes, he did. Christ if that didn’t mean something to Sam, something so beyond the bounds of Mike’s kink and its preoccupation with fluids…

Bern moved her hand to his cock and she clasped him, charged with more than lust. With gratitude and awe. And something darker. She gave him the strokes she already knew he loved, and desire spurred her to go further – to rush to the floor to kneel and close her lips around him.

“Fuck yes. Sam.”

Outside, in his car, Mike was watching. And he’d know exactly what this felt like. This room, this floor, her mouth, Bern’s cock – every angle of it, every role. She took him deeper, aggression hijacking her excitement. A few times in her past, she’d felt this same drive. Aided by alcohol and the scary thrill of new attachment, she’d felt this fuel burning in her blood, driving her to fuck a new lover so good he’d never want another woman. It had been years since she’d felt it – not since she and Mike had still been new to each other – but it came back to her in a rush.

He felt so right in her mouth. Familiar but forbidden, the same as his voice and scent and the rhythm of his pounding body when it claimed hers. Same as his name in her messaging app or her in-box. Everything about it.

Christ, I love this man.

Whoa. Shit.

Not actually, of course. That was the wine and conspiracy talking. And thankfulness, for everything he’d done for her and the man she truly loved. She loved Bern as she might a good friend. A real and powerful love, but not what she felt for Mike.

Just lust, intensified.Lust on fire–nothing more. She returned her attention to the physical, and got lost where she needed to be, between their bodies, until —

“Sam.”

She froze. That was no overwrought murmur from Bern, but the stern sound that announced Mike’s arrival in the festivities. She freed her mouth but held Bern firmly as she turned to meet her husband’s eyes. Her worries had had her rooted too deeply in reality, and she struggled to pick the right emotion to feign – ambivalence, annoyance, pity? Bern came to her rescue, tilting her face so she met his eyes.

“Keep going,” he said.

She stroked his cock, but didn’t take him back inside her mouth.

Bern’s gaze jumped coldly to Mike. “You again.”

“I’m getting really fucking sick of finding you here.”

“Your wife’s got needs. I meet them.” Bern looked down at Sam, his annoyed expression saying he thought this conversation might go on for a while. “Go ahead and get on the bed, honey.”

“Don’t you fucking call her that,” Mike cut in, but the strength in his voice was already waning. “I’ve been taping you both, you know. I’ve seen everything.”

Not everything, Sam thought, cheeks warming as she moved to kneel on the mattress behind Bern. Notthat kiss.

“Hope that tape’s still rolling,” Bern said to Mike. “More footage for you to get pointers from.”

“You can’t come into my home and talk to me like this.”

Bern’s posture hitched, as though with a silent laugh, and Sam imagined he was smiling now. “You can’t pretend you’re really that offended,” he said to Mike. “You have fun when we all get together, too, don’t you?”