“You deserve it,” he told her.

“And you spoil me.”

“Every chance I get.”

“I like…”

“You like what?” Bern prompted.

Sam turned her head to look at Mike, then back to Bern. “I like the both of you. Having both of you, as you really are. All games aside.”

And that was the reality she wanted to be in when she came tonight. Plugged in and present with these two men, all pretense and drama stripped away. No more barriers, not of any kind.

I just fucked with Mike’s script.

Yeah, she had. But in a way, she felt they’d role-played as far as they could. Mike could only “catch” them so many times. If simply getting to watch Bern fuck her still ate him alive in that way he so loved, the theatrics seemed a formality.

“Just as we are?” Bern echoed, slowing.

“Yeah.” Again, she looked to Mike, needing reassurance. If she’d wrecked his fantasy, she couldn’t tell – he looked stoned on arousal, and his cock was as stiff and ready as ever.

Bern stilled completely. “You mean I finally get to find out how you guys fuck, just with each other?”

Sam blinked, surprised the exhibitionist was so eager to watch. She couldn’t guess his reasons – simple curiosity, or maybe a touch of that insecurity that got Mike so hot? Did he want to see what his dirty texts and photos and videos and real-life performances drove them to, when he wasn’t around? She couldn’t say for sure, but there was no denying the eagerness in his voice. “If that’s something you want, I’m game. Mike?”

“Is that what you want?” he asked her.

“Yeah. It is.” She’d seen Bern fake a dozen things for them – cruelty and cockiness and every mean shade in between. She’d love to see what else that gorgeous face might project, with the artifice set aside. Would she see fascination there, as he watched them, or blind lust? Even a touch of jealousy? That would be a reversal indeed.

Bern slid out. “Show me, then.”

CHAPTER NINETEEN

Bern sat up, kneeling on the bed. Sam’s heart was beating hard, and from more than just lust. She turned over and looked into Mike’s eyes, seeking any sign that she’d steered them too far from the heart of his kink. None greeted her; only the intensity of sexual excitement.

She kissed her husband – the man she’d kissed thousands of times before, yet never like this. She made it deep, and fierce, and grateful, her teeth catching his lip and her palms curling with possession around his neck. His hair brushed her fingertips, so soft and subtle after Bern’s longer waves. He tasted different – he’d had a swallow of whiskey when he’d come in.

“You feel good,” she said, hooking her leg around his hip, welcoming the stiff press of his erection still trapped behind his shorts.

“Not half as good as you.” He dragged his palm lightly over her breast, drawing her nipple tight and her breath short.

“I want you.”

“Tell me how.”

She smiled at those three little words, ones he’d whispered and moaned and used to order her any number of times these past five years. Ones she’d gotten very used to reading in Bern’s texts as well.

“On your knees, with your hand.”

Mike knew what she meant. Sam rolled onto her back as he shed his underwear. He knelt between her thighs, allowing only three eager strokes of her hand before he moved it aside and slid deep. She shut her eyes and smiled, loving this familiar moment, and when they opened, she held Mike’s gaze, then Bern’s. Their guest’s lips were parted; he licked them as though thirsty.

She looked to Mike. “Show him what I like.” A frisson moved through the room at that order, everything inverting in one hot moment.

Mike took her at a taut, controlled pace, with that rough little slap each time their bodies met. This was Sam’s favorite view during sex – Mike’s gorgeous torso, upright, clenched and undulating as he thrust. He laid a hand across her mound, thumb on her clit, and the contact arched her back and curled her toes.

“Good.” She squeezed his arms, just as she might Bern’s, and feasted on the sight of her husband’s body. It was the most free she’d felt since these three-way games had begun, letting her new lover finally glimpse behind the scenes, and see her husband for who he really was.

Bern’s gaze was on her, moving from her face to her breasts to the point where their bodies met.

“Can I touch myself?” he asked.

“Of course.” Let him be watched, even as he was the audience.

Sam was burning up, and from so much more than the friction of Mike’s fingers or the rush of his driving cock. From everything her eyes could take in, every sound in her ears and every scent suffusing the room. From the flex of Mike’s abs and the tops of his thighs as he owned her; from the spectacle of Bern’s fist making slow work of his startling cock. From the reality of her own sex life, in this bright, blazing moment.

Her hands were on her breasts, deepening the pleasure. “I’m close, baby.” She said it to Mike, but it was meant for the both of them.

“What do you need?”

“Just this. Don’t stop.”

“Rougher?”

“Yeah.”

He delivered, his thrusts racing, body meeting hers with a force that had her orgasm intensifying to a foregone conclusion. She looked to Bern, finding fire in those blue eyes.

He told her, “You’re so fucking hot.”

“You, too.” She dropped her attention to his pumping hand. “Keep on giving me that show.”

“Whatever you need.”

She looked to Mike, finding his expression absent – from arousal, not dispassion. He was too close to stay plugged in without losing himself. She knew that hazy, far-off look so well.

“Get me there, baby,” she said, already on the brink.

A dozen hard thrusts did the job, and when the crescendo struck he dropped to his forearms, pushing his dick deep as she rode the spasms.

“Sam.”

She came back to reality to find her fingers denting his biceps, and felt the crazed expression plastered across her face. She sighed loudly, then glanced at each man in turn with a smile.

Mike lowered, as though doing a push-up, and kissed her forehead. “That’s my girl.”

She nodded, utterly wasted. “That’s me.”

“What now?” Mike whispered, loud enough for Bern to hear.

She swallowed, struggling for clarity and considering the logistics. Bern had to come next, if she wanted to indulge Mike’s reclamation fantasies. “Him,” she said.

Mike eased out, that slick friction tensing her anew. In a breath, Bern was in his place. His cock felt cool as he pushed in deep, taking her breath away. Never had the fact that she was with two men struck her so hard.

“How do you want me?” he asked, taking her slow and steady.

“However you like it.”

He gathered her legs, holding her crossed ankles to his shoulder. His hips bumped her ass with every thrust. He liked this position especially, she bet. Him upright, performing, holding her like an instrument. She liked it as well. Liked feeling mastered.

Mike was at her side, stroking her arm with his fingertips. He had to be close, if he didn’t dare touch himself. Sam leaned over to kiss him, then moved his hand to her breast – more for Bern’s benefit than hers.

A thought struck her. Good God, this is on tape.

The uncontestably hottest night of her life, and she had the homemade porn to prove it. She nearly laughed aloud, giddy at the thought.

Bern swore through a moan. “I shouldn’t be this close already.”

Her heart danced at that proclamation. The thing she wanted most had both of these men teetering on the edge.

“I want you close,” she said, and urged his thrusts with a hand on his side. “I want you to lose it, inside me.”

His eyes shut and his head dropped back, a sign Sam could recognize well, now. “Yeah.”