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  My eyes flash to his, silently asking...

  Do you expect me to fuck her with that?

  He grins, tossing me a wink.

  Fuck yes, he does.

  “Our safe word is blue,” he states, unzipping his wife’s dress. “You good with that?”

  “Yes,” I answer, pressing my thighs together.

  I’ve never had the kind of sex that required a safe word, and never in a million years did I think having one would turn me on until this moment.

  But Lord help me, everything about this turns me on, including him, which is surprising.

  Julie holds my gaze, her eyes flaring with desire as her husband slips the dress over her head, revealing the curves of her body. The swells of her breasts with her hard, pink nipples make my mouth water; supple, tight, and rosy areolas surrounding them. There’s a tiny strip of hair just above her pussy. Enough to make my mind spin with the need to bury my nose in it.

  Nash drapes the dress over his arm like it’s some kind of precious garment. “Time to serve our guest, kitten,” her husband says close to her ear. “On the bed.” He slaps her on the ass, making her perfect mouth part on a gasp as she readily complies with his demand. I watch as she climbs on the bed, her cute little ass teasing me before she lies in the center of the mattress, tucking her hands behind her head, offering her body to me like a feast.

  Nash takes a seat in the chair nearby, making himself comfortable, propping one ankle up on his knee. His face may be hidden somewhere beyond the shadows but there is no doubt who’s in charge here.

  And it’s definitely not me.

  4

  Julie

  I can’t believe this is happening. I can’t believe we’re really going through with this. Making love to a beautiful woman is something I’ve fantasized about all my life.

  A beautiful, soft, breathtaking woman.

  He couldn’t have made a better choice. She’s absolutely perfect for this. My pulse quickens and my pussy aches, desperate and hungry for her attention. I love her eyes on me. They are filled with nothing but desire and something else.

  Dominance.

  Possession.

  If Jayla were a man, she’d definitely be an alpha.

  “Take off your dress, Jayla,” Nash commands from the shadows. “And the heels, too.”

  Jayla’s eyes are sharp and defiant as she tosses him a glare, but she instantly brings them back to me. All I can offer is a smile of reassurance, silently letting her know that her obedience will earn her great rewards.

  My husband is the most giving man I know.

  However, the look she’s giving me clearly says that no matter what my husband tells her to do, I’m hers. There are a lot of promises in those eyes but there’s one that scares me the most.

  That right now, in this moment, she owns me.

  A shiver of anticipation ripples over me as she unzips the side of her dress, letting it pool on the floor around her feet. She leaves her heels where she stands, stepping out of them one by one, dropping her height substantially but that doesn’t matter in the least.

  She still commands my attention.

  I squirm under her heated gaze, shifting my eyes to take in the curves and lines of her beautiful body, the swells of her ample breasts and how they are much bigger than mine. My mouth waters to suck the nipple into my mouth, having her moan with pleasure as she cups my head. The flare of her hips frames her bare pussy and I physically crave with every fiber in my blood to know how she will taste on my tongue.

  “Now climb on the bed and fuck my wife.”

  A victorious smile spreads across her lips and my own as I lift a brow.

  See...rewarding.

  She climbs onto the foot of the bed, crawling toward me on her hands and knees like the lioness she claims to be until she’s right over top of me, bracing her arms on each side of my head, her legs straddling my hips.

  Without a single word, she dips her head and presses a soft kiss to my collarbone before slowly moving to the base of my neck. I feel it all the way down to my toes, the throb of heat intensifying between my legs as her mouth moves to the shell of my ear, her voice seductively low. “Don’t worry, I’m going to make that sweet little cunt feel so good you won’t want his cock for a week.”

  Lifting her head, she looks down at me, and for a brief moment I think she’s going to kiss me, but she doesn’t. A sharp prick of disappointment stabs at my belly as her mouth descends to my right breast, swirling her tongue around my hard nipple, pulling a gasp from my parted lips.

  She grins up at me, hooded eyes flashing with satisfaction. Her hot mouth closes over the tight bud and I cry out this time, shifting my legs back and forth, trying to alleviate the agonizing ache she’s created.

  “Has he ever made you come like this? Just sucking your tits?”

  Her hand moves between my legs to massage my clit as she moves her mouth to the other breast, biting down on the side before sucking it into her mouth so hard I know there will be a mark tomorrow.

  A reminder.

  “Yes,” I finally reply, able to catch some semblance of a breath.

  “He’s made me come in every way imaginable. No one knows my body better than him.”

  “Mmm,” she moans around my nipple, sucking it hard into her mouth before releasing it. “I guess we’ll have to see about that.”

  She pushes a finger inside of me, then another, still giving my breasts plenty of attention. I can feel the orgasm inching closer, teasing the edges of my lust-crazed mind when she reaches the spot where I ache the most, fucking me with her fingers until I’m gushing with heat.

  “Yes,” she croons, kissing her way down my quivering belly. “I knew you’d be a squirter. He’s got this sweet pussy good and trained, doesn’t he?” she says, lapping up the mess I just made. Using her fingers, she spreads me open wide then begins an assault on my clit, tonguing and sucking the swollen bud until I’m a mass of writhing flesh.

  I catch movement out of the corner of my eye and drag my attention to Nash sitting quietly in his chair, watching everything. I can’t help but wonder what he’s thinking right now. Shame colors my cheeks. Am I enjoying it too much? Will he be angry at me for how hard I just came?

  No.

  He told me to be myself. To submit to her as I would him, because deep down I know that no matter what happens here tonight he’s always in control and he won’t let anything happen to me.

  His eyes bore into mine as another orgasm rolls through me, letting me know he’s right here and he’s enjoying this just as much as I am, which is far more than I ever thought possible.

  5

  Nash

  I’ve never been so turned on in all my life, watching this woman take my wife. The way she works Julie’s body, licking and fucking her cunt like she’s done it a million times before, and her filthy mouth has me hard as iron right now.

  What I wouldn’t give to own them both at once. To have both of these beautiful, strong women kneeling at my feet. I’m desperate to know what Jayla’s warm cunt smells like.

  What it tastes like.

  I bet it doesn’t taste as sweet and innocent as my Julie’s.

  No.

  I imagine she tastes wicked and wild, a deadly combination that would likely kill us both.

  Julie’s back arches off the bed as Jayla pulls yet another orgasm from her, and I have to reach down and squeeze the head of my dick through my jeans to keep from coming.

  The sheets beneath her are soaked as Jayla kisses her way back up Julie’s body then moves to straddle her face. Jayla lets go of a long sigh as she settles on top of her, grabbing ahold of the headboard for support. “God, her tongue. So hot and wet,” she says, pinning me with a wicked smile. “Mmm...fuck that feels good. I think your wife really likes the taste of my pussy.”

  She reaches down, twisting her fingers in the golden locks nestled between her open thighs, holding my wife’s head in place as she thrusts back and forth, sliding her bar
e pussy over Julie’s tongue until she’s crying out in ecstasy. I want to be buried inside of her while she makes those very same noises.

  Once she rides out her orgasm, she shifts from the bed to the table and my scalp prickles with awareness, wondering what toy she’ll choose to use on Julie. She picks up the strap-on and my dick grows impossibly harder.

  “Come here,” Jayla commands, and Julie looks to me for permission. I give her a nod of approval and she rises from the bed to stand in front of Jayla, awaiting her next order.

  “Go kneel between your husband’s legs, facing me.”

  Julie hesitates for a moment, blinking at her before returning her eyes to me. This was not part of the deal. It was only supposed to be Jayla and Julie, but this is dancing close to an edge I’m not sure Julie and I are ready to cross.

  I nod my approval anyway because I’m curious to see what her little plan is. I may let her think she’s got the upper hand here, but the truth is, I’m still in control.

  Julie complies with her request, walking over slowly and kneeling between my open legs to face Jayla. Jayla stands in front of her, the synthetic cock bobbing in front of Julie’s lips, eyes blazing with heat as she looks down at me expectantly.

  “Suck,” I order, and my wife takes the cock in her mouth.

  6

  Jayla

  I don’t know what’s happening, but I can’t stop this. Even if I wanted to, I don’t think I could. My body is so in tuned to theirs it’s like live wires shocking my blood.

  They have me all twisted and it’s pissing me off because no matter how hard I try to shake them, they are solid. There was no sign of jealousy in his gaze, only reassurance. That is until he pins me with his steely eyes, telling me in a single glance that she is his and if I want her, I will have to go through him.

  A challenge that is too good to pass up.

  I want her.

  I want her for myself and crazily enough, I want him, too. What are they doing to me? What is happening? My heart feels like it’s about to explode out of my chest but it’s what’s happening deeper that has me truly concerned. The connection I feel way down in my bones.

  No, it’s just good sex.

  That’s it.

  Nothing more.

  My knees give a little when he orders her to suck and she takes the head of the dildo between her lips, sliding it to the back of her throat with very little resistance. I meant what I said before, she is truly magnificent. I’ve never met a more submissive woman. A woman willing and ready to do anything my filthy heart demands. And Nash. That beast of a man is tempting me in so many delicious ways.

  His dark eyes call to me, firmly fixed on mine as I pump my hips back and forth, face fucking his hot little wife, possessing her like I want him to claim me.

  And where the hell did that come from?

  The thought alone makes me quiver. The images of us together begin to filter through my mind again, and it has me pulling from her mouth and shoving her head down between my legs. I prop my foot up on the arm of his chair to give him a good view.

  “God, she has the best fucking mouth. Her hot little tongue is so greedy. She’s magnificent,” I tell him.

  “She’s mine,” he growls, the flash of possession in his eyes sears me to my core.

  That may be so, but right now I’m the one who’s going to fuck her. And all he can do is sit there and watch.

  “Stand up and turn around,” I order, and his fists curl into his palms.

  It’s killing him to not call the shots, but he’s letting me have her just the way he would have her, with only one exception. When all of this is over, she’s leaving with him. The knowledge is like a punch to the gut. Realization that they will go home together, and I will go home alone, is enough to tap the darkest and filthiest parts of my mind. I’ll just have to leave a part of me behind then.

  Something they will always remember me by.

  Pressing my hand to her lower back, I bend her body in half so the crease of her perfect ass cradles the dildo. I reach for the lube and pour a generous amount onto her butt cheeks then toss the bottle aside, holding his gaze as my hand curls around her hip while I guide the head to her soaked entry.

  She gasps, the sound working over my skin like a cool breeze. It sends goose bumps rippling across my flesh, and I have to collect a deep breath before breaching her further then sinking all the way to the hilt, loving the way she stretches around the massive cock. I can’t help but wonder how fucking delicious she would look stretched around Nash.

  Jealousy is not in my vocabulary. I’ve never had the desire to take something that belongs to someone else, but right now, I want it.

  And the crazy thing is, I want them both.

  I want to be the one pinned between him and her, at their mercy, submitting to their every desire. My mind rushes with images of the three of us.

  Touching.

  Sweating.

  Fucking.

  Fucking until we are drenched with sin and gorged on lust. That’s the kind of fucking that’s about to happen right now. The kind that leaves a mark.

  A stain.

  You can scrub your mind forever but the images will forever remain.

  His eyes implore mine, a silent command to get on with it, so I do, fucking his wife with the dildo as if it were his own. Those dark irises guide me, telling me when to speed up.

  When to slow down.

  Then he begins fucking her mouth with his tongue the same way I’m plundering her sweet little hole.

  His strong hand threads through her hair, gripping the strands tight. “Is she fucking you good, baby?” he asks her.

  “Yes,” she replies, breathless, grinding her ass back into me.

  He pinches her tit and she cries out when he gives it a slap. Then he slaps her cheek. Not hard. But hard enough that it causes her to come. Gathering it up on my finger, I bring it to my mouth just as my own juices roll down my leg.

  Nash’s nostrils flare as he holds her head in his hands, pride beaming from his face. “My sweet girl. You come for her?”

  Julie nods.

  “Come again,” he demands, and after three thrusts, she’s creaming all over the thick cock ramming her greedy cunt.

  Nash’s eyes move back to mine. I might be fucking his wife right now but he’s fucking my mind.

  “Let me taste,” he says.

  I don’t even hesitate. In this moment, I will give him whatever the hell he wants as long as he keeps looking at me that way.

  Like he could eat me alive.

  Reaching out, I dip my wet fingers between his parted lips and I’m greeted by the swirl of his warm tongue.

  Jesus Christ.

  Who is this man and what is he doing to me?

  He carefully reaches for my wrist, circling his fingers in a firm grip as he licks and sucks each one.

  Then he positions them at her puckered hole.

  And that’s how it ends. With me fucking Julie. Nash fucking me with his eyes, and something swirling around us that is too wild to tame. Too strong to hold. So I let go. I surrender to it. And it’s the best night of my existence.

  7

  Nash

  I haven’t slept at all. I put Julie to bed as soon as we arrived home, after some much needed aftercare. The scene was intense and yet, was it just a scene or something far deeper. I didn’t have a chance to examine it before, but now, as I lie in bed next to my wife and reflect, yes, this wasn’t just any tryst.

  Something happened between us. Between Julie and Jayla, between Jayla and me. Christ, I’ve never wanted to be with any other woman besides my wife.

  Until tonight.

  It took every ounce of control I possessed not to break her right then and there, but deep down I knew it wasn’t something that could be done in one night. A woman like her would need time to bend to my will. To enlighten her mind to the world we live in and the relationship that Julie and I share. I drag my finger around Julie’s diamond necklace, a symbo
l of my love and ownership.

  We’ve talked very little since Jayla left us, but I can feel the shift. The slight unbalance she’s created in the short time we had the pleasure of knowing her. The thought of never seeing her again is unsettling.

  Julie stirs, her naked body seeking mine as she wraps her arm around my waist and nestles her head to my chest. That familiar warmth washes over me and I exhale a long breath.

  “She rattled you too, didn’t she?” Julie asks.

  I brush my knuckles across her pink cheeks. “Always so perceptive.”

  “I had a great teacher.” She swirls a finger around my bare chest.

  When Julie came into my life she was a far cry from the open, vulnerable woman she is now. Before she was closed off, despondent to emotion or physical touch due to the mental and sexual abuse she suffered as a child. She feared men, and worse, she feared her own emotions. She caged them like wild animals and only set them free when laden with immense pain. She’s since grown from that need. Like a flower that blooms in the cracks of the sidewalk. I gave her the permission and freedom to explore the darkest side of herself and then I taught her how to embrace it.

  That’s what I want to do with Jayla. I want to tear down her walls and make her look at herself from the outside in. Help her understand her true nature. She may want to be in charge, but the truth is, a woman like that needs someone like me to make her kneel, beg, and submit. To help her relinquish that control. I saw it in her eyes last night, the silent plea to set her free.

  “I want her again,” Julie says, lifting her eyes to mine as she rests her chin on top of her splayed hand.

  I kiss her pouty lips. “Always so greedy. If you promise to be a good girl, I’ll see what I can do.”

  She leans up to kiss me this time, and I can taste her hunger. It’s pouring from her like it’s my very own.

  I deepen the kiss and roll her over, sinking my cock inside of her welcoming heat.

  “I love you,” I say as I pick up my rhythm, driving into her over and over again.