Mike’s expression shifted officially from angry to unsure, and his gaze sought Sam’s.

“It get you off to watch a better man please your wife?” Bern asked.

That’s pretty much exactly the idea.

Mike didn’t respond, and Bern turned to Sam. “Touch me. Show him what you need that he can’t give you.”

Sam moved to the edge of the mattress and reached around to stroke him. She made the pulls long and indulgent, and watched Mike’s face. The predictable subtleties were there – the wariness in his brow, the glazing of his eyes. All the contradictions that constructed his sexuality, written on that handsome face.

“Mike,” she said. “Come here.”

He did, looking nervous. She could bet why, but that wasn’t what she was after tonight. She told him, “Take your clothes off.” Her hand stilled on Bern’s cock and she asked, “There’s no reason you both can’t make me feel good, is there, baby?”

Bern answered after a pause, turning around. “I guess not. But you said he can’t please you.”

She glanced at Mike, who was stripping away his shirt. She took in the body that she wasn’t supposed to admire, excitement deepening and those worries finally dissipating. “He can take direction.”

Bern smiled down at her, seeming to give in. “Like I could say no to you.”

She grinned right back. She could laugh to think she’d ever worried this role would demean her. Exploited? Try spoiled. “It’s what I want.”

“How?”

“Lie with me,” she told Bern, and the two of them stretched out on their sides, facing. She heard Mike’s belt hit the floor. “Mike, come behind me.”

He did, and it was everything she’d fantasized it might be. The solid heat of two strong men against her, and the filthy feel of two hard cocks – Bern’s bare one at her mound, Mike’s against her ass, still covered by his shorts. Bern slid an arm beneath her and one above, and freed her bra clasp. She shivered to imagine how that might look and feel to Mike – to watch another man unwrap her with such brazen entitlement. The pitch of his breathing told her she guessed right. That it made his blood boil in precisely the way he liked best.

“What do you need, honey?” Bern asked.

“You. Always.”

“Inside you?”

She kissed his mouth. “Yeah.”

“Better get your panties off, then.”

Sam could read Bern’s mind in that instant, and smiled to herself as she realized this man served Mike as much as he did her. He planted little invitations like that one, knowing exactly what the move would do to his seeming opponent.

Sam took that segue and rolled with it. She craned her neck and spoke to Mike. “Would you?”

He said nothing, but his mouth was just behind Sam’s ear, and she heard him swallow. He edged along her body and pushed her underwear down her thighs, her calves. Sam slipped her feet free and turned her attention back to Bern. “Get me ready?”

She rested her top knee on Bern’s hip, giving him access. His fingertips tickled her curls and found her clit. Her leg twitched and he smiled.

Sam reached her hand back to run her nails through Mike’s hair. “You, too. Get me ready.”

Bern’s fingers felt good, but the pleasure heightened tenfold when Mike’s touch joined the game. He reached between her legs from behind, the edge of his hand brushing the length of her sex. With them both working at the same task, she was struck by just how well the man at her back knew her body. He touched her with a smooth, subtle perfection, knowing every spot to hit, the exact pressure and friction. She wanted him to slide those fingers inside her as he had countless times, to tease her into hysterics with the promise of his cock.

And what she really wanted, deep down, was for their cuckolding dynamics to burn away, just for one night, and for each of these men to reveal themselves for who they were. She wanted Bern to watch Mike fuck her as he did when it was only the two of them. She wanted her husband rough, and smug, and showing off to Bern as boldly as their guest did to Mike. She wanted both of them baring what they actually felt, openly. Two excited men, eager to please her, and no callous-wife part to play. No parts at all. Just for one night.

Ask them. They’ll give that to you.

“Now you’re ready,” Bern whispered, dipping inside her, his fingers surely touching Mike’s. Arousal flashed the length of her body at the idea. And he was right – she was wet, and from her own thoughts as much as from their two pampering hands.

“Show me what you want,” he said.

Sam slid her hand between their bodies to stroke him, her touch sloppy with distraction from what both men were doing.

Bern’s lips were at her forehead, and he exhaled in a huff. “Yeah, you want that, don’t you?”

“Always.”

“Maybe your husband would like to help me give it to you.”

Sam wasn’t entirely sure what he was implying, but she liked where this was going.

“What d’you think?” Bern asked Mike. “You wanna give me a hand?”

And between her legs, Sam discovered what Bern meant. She felt him take Mike’s hand and put it to his cock, making him guide it to Sam’s lips. She wanted to see it all, so badly, but her raised leg blocked the view. She pictured it instead, feeling hazy.

The butt of Mike’s hand stroked her just before Bern’s smooth crown found her folds.

“Yeah,” Bern breathed.

“You let him do this?” Mike asked, barely louder than a whisper. “Fuck you, unprotected?”

I do now. “I need to feel him. With nothing in the way.”

Bern moaned, his hips driving him deeper. “Yeah, you need to feel this.”

While the actual absence of the condom was negligible, Sam felt the difference starkly.

You’re mine, she thought, kissing Bern’s throat. Maybe not forever, but for now. She felt his silent groan against her lips as he began to thrust.

“She loves it bare,” he said to Mike. “She loves my come.”

Sam blushed, the sensation winding her tighter.

“I’ll get rid of you the second you’re gone,” Mike said.

“Oh yeah?” Bern was panting. “Bet I can guess exactly how. Bet you know how I taste even better than your wife does, don’t you?”

“Fuck you.”

Bern laughed softly. He held Sam’s hip, taking her deeper. She longed for Mike’s hand on that same spot, and for their fingers to touch. Anything that united them physically. Anything that further merged the three of them – that was what Sam craved. Mike hungered for the threat of a rival, Bern for an audience. Sam wanted more. An enmeshment. A bond. She’d ventured into this situation intimidated but hopeful, prepared to pay much more than mere lip service to Mike’s kink. Now here she was, sealed between these two men’s bodies, feeling consumed and adoring it.

She’d never seen this coming. Not for a second.

Mike shifted and his hands closed around her breasts, the sensation curling her spine, driving her ass against him. Sometimes he’d take her from behind, on their sides just like this, and those fingertips teasing and toying could make Sam come without her clit ever being touched.

Tonight it was a different man’s cock rushing in and out of her, and the experience was electric. Bern’s shaft rubbed her clit as Mike spoiled her breasts, and they were everywhere – their scents in her nose and their groans in her ears, their hard bodies framing her soft one. Pleasure, multiplied, and like a flame doubled by the presence of a mirror, Sam burned brighter than she ever had before. She stroked Bern’s back with one hand and laid the other over Mike’s fingers, feeling his knuckles dance as he teased her nipple. Moans were rising in her throat, and she let them flow.

“You like this?” Bern murmured. He said it softly, but Mike could hear it as easily as Sam could. “Two men?”

“It’s amazing.” So amazing she could be drunk, or high. Too good to believe.