When’s the last time you got to do this? she wondered. With his last serious girlfriend, likely, but that had been months ago. She selfishly hoped he hated condoms, and had suffered through the necessity of them with any interim lovers. She hoped this was a treat for him, a gift worthy of his fidelity.

“Fuck, I’m coming. I’m coming, honey.”

“Do it.”

“Get ready. Get ready for me.” He dropped her legs and Sam gripped his shoulders, drawing him down. He raced into his pleasure, eyes blazing, hips furious. With the deepest groan, he froze, buried to the root. His body rocked in three clenching waves, and Sam was lost in the moment. His skin shone, slick in the lamplight, and she doubted he’d ever looked so sexy. She smiled and touched his face, letting her fondness show – letting both men see it.

Bern pulled out and sat beside her, expression dazed. She wondered if he’d go now, too sobered by his orgasm to want to watch what came next. But no.

“Let me see.” He spoke to Sam, but she knew the words were meant for Mike. He wanted to know what went down after he normally took his leave.

Sam was curious herself, how Mike might want to remedy the violation. She expected his mouth, and was surprised when he knelt between her legs once more and slid inside. That moment was beyond explicit – she was wet from so much more than her own arousal and climax. She felt Bern’s spoils slicking the space between them, and Mike had to as well.

“You feel me?” Bern muttered – that was the only word for it. Nearly derisive, the way he asked it.

Mike shut his eyes, fucking hard and fast. “Yeah.”

“Just try to get rid of me,” Bern said, and his attention was on Sam’s face.

Mike was there inside a minute, his orgasm rocking him as a punch might, shock on his face as surely as relief. He closed his panting body over Sam’s, moaning softly into her hair.

She stroked his back and head, and breathed the both of them in, those pungent, mismatched smells that now marked her sex life.

Mike caught his breath and moved to the side. Bern mirrored him and Sam sighed loudly into the air between them, then giggled.

“Holy shit,” she whispered.

“Oh good,” Bern said.

Mike added nothing, just kissed her throat and hummed a happy noise. She kissed his temple in reply, then turned to look at Bern. “Thank you.”

“You are so fucking welcome.”

She grinned. “That was awesome.”

“Good. You deserved every second of it.”

Only one orgasm, yet she felt completely annihilated, spent to the point of oblivion.

“I’m gonna leave you two alone,” Bern whispered. “I’ll show myself out.”

“Okay.”

He kissed her lips one last time and left the bed. Sam listened to him dressing and traced Mike’s face with a fingertip.

Muted footsteps grew faint, then disappeared down the stairs. The click of the dead bolt, then the lock as he shut the door behind him.

She buried her face against Mike’s neck. “Mmmm…”

“Oh yeah?”

“Oh fuck yeah.”

He laughed, and they fell into a peaceful silence. Sam felt sleep creeping up on her, until Mike drew her back into his orbit.

“Was it different?” he asked, sounding perfectly awake himself. “Having him inside you? Bare?”

She nodded. “Yeah. It was sexy. Felt extra forbidden. Sort of… dangerous. And dirty.”

“Could you feel it when he came?”

“Yeah.” That was a lie, of course. But Sam’s mother had always said a kind lie made a fine compliment, so surely a lie that turned your lover’s crank was a valentine. “I felt it. It felt hot when he came.”

Mike swallowed. “What was the hottest thing for you tonight?”

She stroked the swell of his shoulder. “Having both of you, just as you were. It felt like I was the one getting indulged this time…” She frowned. “That’s not quite the right wording. I get indulged plenty when we’re acting out your fantasies.”

“But this was yours. Yours to direct.”

“Yeah. You love imagining I’m cheating on you. I guess I just love feeling that desired by two men. And feeling… shared. Like, in the dirtiest way possible.”

Mike laughed. “Always.”

“We can go back to it being about the cuckolding, of course. I sort of wrecked the continuity tonight. But we can always go back to you two pretending you’ve never met. Back to the days when I just randomly brought someone home.”

“The soap opera parts of it don’t matter to me – the narrative. Not the way it did at first. Just seeing you with another man is plenty intense. Tonight was intense, even with all the humiliation stuff gone.”

“Yeah?”

“Absolutely. Part of me was pretty fucking proud, in fact, showing him I know how to please you.”

She smiled. “Me, too.”

“Maybe I’ll change my mind, but if we want to try making these get-togethers about something else – about you getting to be with us both, however you want, or about whatever he might be wanting… I’m happy to take us all off the script. See where this goes as a straight-up threesome.”

“I would be, too. And I’ll talk to him. See if he’s on the same page.”

“Though I think we’re back to surveillance fun, for next weekend,” Mike said, winding Sam’s hair around his finger.

“Oh, right. I forgot.” Mike was going to be in Philadelphia for three days, for a statewide narcotics summit. “So just me and him, if that’s okay.”

They’d not done that yet – just Sam and Bern the entire time, and Mike watching via live feed. She’d been wondering how it would be afterward. How she and Bern would say good night once the show was over. If he’d stick around for a drink, or be gone as quickly as when he was here to play Sam’s heartless piece on the side. She thought back to this very evening, thinking she’d better have her boundaries in order. In the middle of getting ravaged by a hot electrician was not the time to try to get one’s head on straight about propriety.

“Works for me,” Mike said, letting her hair spool from his finger in a long curl. “And I’m sure it’ll work for him. You guys just do whatever you want.”

“Oh, speaking of cameras…” She left the lazy comfort of the bed with a grudging groan to shut the laptop. “So, Saturday night?”

“Yeah. The meetings are supposed to wrap early that night. I’ll grab a quick dinner and be free by seven.”

“Fingers crossed your hotel Wi-Fi is nice and fast,” she teased as she lay back down beside him, rubbing her thumb across his stubbled chin.

He smiled, bent his head to kiss her knuckles. “Amen.”

CHAPTER TWENTY

Bern was free the coming Saturday, and plans solidified through a handful of texts.

Can’t fucking wait, he wrote that Monday.

Us, either. See you around 6:30.

With Mike leaving for Philly on Wednesday morning, Sam’s week would feel endless, even if the anticipation always sweetened these dates.

She waded through the workweek, her normally stimulating job no longer holding a candle to the dynamism of her personal life. No fewer than three of her coworkers asked her if she was feeling okay. She assured them she was.

“Just spacey. One of those weeks.” Just horny out of my ever-loving mind, thanks.

Saturday arrived, along with the usual happy jitters. Mike texted around noon with a bit of a letdown.

Hey, pretty, you jinxed us. Just tried watching YouTube and the connection here sucks donkey balls. Why don’t you guys tape yourselves tonight and e-mail it to me?

“Boo,” she said to the living room at large, then typed, Aww, that stinks! But okay – I doubt your heart could handle the buffering. And the show must go on, huh?

Fucking right. Plus, this way I can grab drinks with a few of the guys after the last meeting wraps. Love you. See you before bed, I hope…?