Hana
Our Uber arrived the next day, and we all three squeezed into the backseat of the SUV.
“One of you can sit up here if you’d like,” the kind Uber driver suggested as he glanced back at us.
“No,” Jack and Michael answered in unison.
I rolled my eyes to myself. We were off to a good start.
“So…we’re going to mine and Jack’s apartment. And then what?” I asked, as if they were the ones still making decisions.
“We can stay at my apartment. There’s three bedrooms. One for each of us,” Michael answered as he put his hand on my bare thigh, slyly pulling up my dress an inch. It sent an electric jolt throughout my entire body; my desire for him seemed to double ever since he so kindly and forcefully reunited us.
I nodded and put my hand on top of his. I reached for Jack’s thigh and squeezed it, glancing over at him with a smile. I knew he needed constant reassurance with this arrangement.
“Where’s your apartment?” I asked curiously.
Michael sighed a little and put his hand to his beard. “It’s…it’s across the street from yours.”
My eyes bulged. I shouldn’t have been shocked, but I was.
Jack started chuckling to himself. “Why do you attract so many men that stalk you, Hana?” he jested.
I ignored Jack. “So…you knew where we lived this whole time?” I asked Michael quietly.
He nodded and bit his lip as if he were ashamed.
My mind started to race. Why didn’t he ever approach me? Why didn’t he try to take me earlier?
“I was waiting for the right opportunity to approach you. I guess the video sort of pushed me into action,” he responded ominously.
All I could do was nod; I really had pushed Michael to the edge.
“What about the Chelsea condo?”
He shook his head. “It’s sold. I didn’t want to live there alone.” His voice was quiet and somber.
I put my head on his shoulder after a moment, my heart breaking all over again. I wondered how our life would look if Jack had never taken me. We would have been getting married soon; maybe I would have had a bachelorette party. Would I have still thought about Jack? Would I have kept wondering what my life would have been like with him? And what if I did choose Jack over Michael before—what would our lives look like then?
Jack didn’t give my thoughts any more time to continue spiraling; his hand began to caress my thigh, his strong grip squeezing my flesh. My nipples hardened as I looked over at him with a devious smile, wanting him to know how much I wanted him. He stared at me, his eyes wide with lust, as he slowly continued to make his way up higher on my leg, digging his hand between my thighs. I quickly gasped as he moved my thong to the side and stuck his middle finger inside of me, the slickness of my pussy guiding him easily. Michael tugged my head back with his hand, forcing me to look at him. He had the same eager, lustful look in his eyes as Jack. I quickly pressed my lips to his; the urgency forced a quiet moan from my throat as we passionately made out, his tongue swirling around mine, and his teeth biting softly onto my lip. Jack continued to move his finger inside of me, slipping another finger in, his palm causing friction against my clit. I was wholly aware that there was an Uber driver in the front seat of the car and that somehow made what they were doing even hotter.
“Come on, sweetheart. Come on my fingers and clench that perfect pussy around them,” Jack whispered in my ear, gently grazing his lips against my earlobe.
I had to part my lips from Michael’s—I was about to come and I needed to bite my lip to muffle the inevitable moan I would let out. I looked down at Jack’s hand discreetly under my dress and bit my lip as I gently grinded against him, my orgasm close. Suddenly, Michael had his hand up my dress, grabbing my bare breast and using his fingers to tease my nipple.
“Fuck,” I whispered, then released a quick gasp as I grinded against Jack’s hand, my orgasm exploding onto his fingers as my pussy clenched around them.
“Good girl, my dirty fucking wife,” Jack whispered in my ear. He released his fingers from me and brought them up to his mouth, gently tasting my wetness.
“Come on then. Our turn, baby,” Michael said into my ear.
I looked down and realized his hard cock was popping out of his pants.
Jack chuckled. “I like the way he thinks,” he said quietly as he pulled his hard cock out as well and started to stroke himself.
I looked up at the Uber driver, and he seemed completely unaware—unless he was hiding it well. I glanced down at Michael’s cock then Jack’s as I spit into my hands and took them both in each hand. Feeling their warm, hard cocks in my hands somehow made me feel powerful and in control. I did this to them, and I knew I could make them come just like that. I began to stroke each of them slowly, working my way to a steady rhythm, my pussy dripping wet again. It was rare that I had their cocks in my hand; usually they were either shoved down my throat or inside of me, so this felt new and painfully sexy.
“Come on, baby. Come in my hand so I can lick it clean,” I whispered in Michael’s ear.
I turned to Jack and grazed my lips against his ear. “I know you love watching these cocks in my hands, Jack. You fucking pervert. Come for me so I can taste how badly you want me.”
Suddenly, Jack pumped his hips quickly up and down and let out a small grunt, his load shooting around my hand as I continued to stroke, wanting every last drop of it on me. I felt Michael doing the same and looked down at his cock as he covered his load with his hand, most of his cum shooting out and dropping back onto his cock. I smiled as I brought each of my hands to my mouth, licking their cum off my fingers and turning to each of them as I did so.
“There’s more here, baby. Wipe me clean,” Michael whispered, putting his palm to my mouth.
I tasted his warm, salty cum and smiled.
“That’s my good girl,” he grinned at me.
“I love any way you make me come, sweetheart. But I need to be inside of you the second we walk into the apartment,” Jack whispered in my ear.
I bit my lip to refrain the huge grin that would give away just how badly I wanted the same.
“I’m gonna pound my good girl so hard, baby,” Michael continued in my ear.
I grinded against the seat beneath me, their words turning me on even more, and I wondered how the hell any of us were going to get anything done. All we wanted to do was fuck. Was that even a problem? Maybe the more we all had sex, the closer Michael and Jack would get. Or would that cause even more competition, more arguments? There had to be a way for them to unite…I just needed to figure out how.
* * *
It almost felt eerie that Michael was walking into our apartment with us. I never imagined he would be in this apartment, yet all this time he was directly across the street. I wondered how many times he saw me walking out of the building alone, wandering around Williamsburg with no real destination. I wonder what he felt when he saw Jack and I exit, hand in hand. Did he see us the night that Jack pushed me against the building as we made out? Did he watch me when I watched the sunset from the waterfront, hugging myself in the cold? Or all the times Jack and I watched it together, Jack holding me from behind and pressing his lips to my neck?
I turned to look at Michael as we walked down the hallway and into the kitchen and living room area.
“Um…make yourself comfortable. I’m just gonna pack some clothes and the necessities for now.” I took his hand and smiled, waiting for a reaction from him.
His eyes were emotionless as he scanned the living room, stopping at a framed picture of me and Jack from the day we got married. He let go of my hand and walked up to grab it, examining it like it were a piece of art.
“Why would you want to display this when you were coerced into marrying him?” he asked me sullenly.
I quickly looked to see if Jack was around; he had gone into our room, I assume to look for suitcases.
“It was coercion at first, Michael. But it turned into something real,” I answered, knowing how crazy that sounded.
Michael snorted and set down the picture.
“Does he still have the gun?” he asked me quietly as he looked across my shoulder, as if to watch for Jack.
I knew he did. It was in the safe, locked away from me. I nodded as I looked down to the floor.
“Don’t let him bring that. He could shoot me in my sleep,” he hissed with indignation.
I feared that would be true. “Wait here,” I instructed before walking down the hallway and into our bedroom. I found Jack with the safe open, two suitcases on the bed with his clothes thrown in and his laptop beside it. I walked closer to the safe to see if anything was still in there. There wasn’t.
“Jack,” I started gently. “Please don’t bring the gun.”
He stopped at his dresser and eyed me. “I’m bringing it for protection, Hana. I won’t use it unprompted.”
I sighed heavily. “Jack,” I started to argue.
Jack grabbed my arm and turned me toward him; my heart dropped as he glared at me, anger clear in his eyes.
“Hana, you’re lucky we’re doing this at all. I’m not going there unless I feel we’re safe,” he hissed.
Tears started welling in my eyes. “If you take it, you have to tell me where you keep it,” I argued, courage taking ahold of me. “And you better fucking remember why you’re doing this.”
Jack’s eyes went from angry to confused and then bolted right back to angry again. He took my face with his hand then quickly grazed it down to my throat.
“Don’t abuse your power, love. You better fucking remember who you’re talking to.” He squeezed hard before he let me go, and I gasped for air.
It took everything inside me not to fight back. He had no idea how much I had changed in the last week. I was not his property anymore; in fact, if anything, he was mine.
I stormed back into the living room where Michael sat on the couch with his phone in his hand. He eyed me as I walked into the kitchen to grab a glass of wine to calm down.
“Hana.” Michael approached me from behind.
My hands shook as I poured my Merlot, adrenaline still coursing through me. Michael put his hands to my shoulders, seemingly trying to soothe me.
“Hana, you know this isn’t a good idea. Drinking can—”
“Please, stop. I drink all the time.” I shook my head as I set down the bottle and put the glass to my lips.
He sighed behind me. “All the time, Hana?”
I rolled my eyes before I turned around to face him. “Not all the time. Sometimes. What does it matter anyway? Clearly I’ve been doing something right.” I shrugged, ready for an argument.
The concern was clear on Michael’s face. My heart dropped at the way he was looking at me, the way he used to—the way he did when all he wanted was to protect me.
“Hana,” he whispered, putting his hand to my cheek. “I love you. I’m going to take care of you now. I’m not going to let Jack continue to be a bad influence on you.”
Jack was a bad influence on me. He poured me glasses of wine at night as we talked until the sun came up. He didn’t care if I took my meds or went to therapy. He didn’t notice when I wouldn’t eat all day while reading a whole book in one sitting. He did, however, let me make all those decisions myself, whether they were unhealthy or not.
Michael watched me closely. He took my hand and kissed the top of my knuckles softly, pulling me closer to him.
“Let him pack. Come back to my place with me.”
Before I could answer, Jack startled us by throwing down his suitcase on the hardwood floor in the living room.
“She’s not going anywhere without me,” he huffed.
I turned and saw the fire in Jack’s eyes. There I was standing with my “perfect” Michael and my “scary” Jack. Oh, how they could so easily change between their personalities.
“Yeah, maybe it’s better we all go together,” I suggested. “I think we still need to establish some trust.”
Michael snorted. “That’s an understatement.”
I sighed heavily as I looked between the two of them. “Michael, if you’re not welcoming both of us into your apartment, we’re not going. We definitely haven’t started on the right foot,” I said with my head held high.
I needed to at least pretend I had some confidence and faith in this relationship we were all building.
“Come on then, sweetheart. Let’s continue to pack your bag,” Jack said sweetly, holding his hand out for me.
I tensed as I took Jack’s hand and let him lead me to our bedroom. I glanced back to look at Michael, his glare burning holes through Jack’s head. I looked away, realizing deep down in my heart that this was never going to work.