Jack
I was starting to lose it. I could feel the desperation butting its head in again, the urge to steal Hana away and make her all mine once more so overwhelming. How was I going to do this without her hurting herself? That was what was tearing me apart. I needed her to be all mine, but she wouldn’t allow it anymore. And there was no way I couldn’t not have her. I needed to get Michael out of the picture for good. I needed him to do something so terrible, so unimaginable, that she would never forgive him.
My trusty sister, Jessica, was good at investigating. She was my own personal Sherlock Holmes. I knew she would be able to dig into Michael’s past and find something I could use against him. I called her that night while Hana slept in her room. Of course, she demanded that both Michael and I sleep with her, but I just couldn’t get my eyes to stay closed. It was getting harder and harder to be in the same room as him.
“Brother,” Jessica answered, sounding surprised.
“Jess. I need you to do some investigating,” I whispered as I stood in “my” room, the guest room that held my suitcase.
“It’s so nice to hear from you too, my sweet brother. Oh, I’m so glad you’re asking how I’ve been doing and telling me how much you miss me!” Jessica retorted, sarcasm dripping in her tone.
I sighed. “I don’t have time for that, Jess. This is urgent.”
“Why? What’s wrong? Is Hana okay?” Jess perked up; she loved Hana and they had miraculously gotten close during the last several weeks.
“Yes. I can’t explain, though. I need you to find out some shit about Michael. I don’t care what it is, just find out everything you can. I want to tear him apart,” I hissed, my anger already boiling over.
Jessica sighed. “Right. I’ll do this. It’s for Hana’s benefit, right? I don’t want to wrong her anymore, Jack.”
I rolled my eyes. “Yes, Jessica. Trust me.”
She was quiet for a moment. “Okay. I’ll do it. I’ll get back to you tomorrow.”
* * *
I didn’t sleep at all that night. I was too wired and angry to sleep. I held Hana close to me as we lay in bed; she tossed and turned, and I kept adjusting my hold.
As the sun rose and Hana started to stir awake, I put my hand to her face and kissed her shoulder gently. She smiled as she blinked open her eyes; she had the most beautiful face I had ever seen with her gorgeous cheek bones and that fucking mouth of hers. My favorite thing about her was her eyes. I had memorized the way she looked up at me while my cock was in her mouth. I suddenly had the epiphany that I should paint it. I was starting to get hard as I grazed my fingers across her smooth skin, over her collar bone, and down to her breasts. Thank God she slept naked. I couldn’t help but put my mouth to her nipple, licking my way around it as it perked up beneath my tongue.
She began to moan, and Michael started to stir awake too. Fuck, I almost forgot he was here. I ignored him as I trailed my fingers down to Hana’s pussy, not hesitating to put a finger inside her wet, warm slit.
“Fuck yes, baby,” she whispered, her eyes closed as I stared up at her, my mouth still grazing her nipple.
She ran her hands through my hair as I slid another finger inside of her, then another, prepping her for the way I was going to slam inside of her.
Michael’s hand reached to Hana’s other breast as he mirrored me, flicking Hana’s nipple with his tongue. His hand slid down to her pussy too, rubbing her clit above my fingers and enticing another loud moan from her.
“Fuck, I’m gonna come,” she breathed out before she let out a whimper and her pussy clenched around my fingers. She rolled her hips up and down slowly.
“Again,” I ordered as I bit her nipple softly then dug my teeth into her.
“Ow! Fuck!” she moaned, and I felt her pussy clench again. I let out a soft chuckle; she loved pain and I loved giving it to her.
“Wait, wait—” she breathed out, sitting up and putting her hand to both mine and Michael’s faces. “I want you two to be together.”
I froze. “What?” I immediately questioned. What the fuck? There’s no way she was asking for what I thought she was asking.
She smiled and looked between us. “I had a dream that you two fucked each other while you fucked me. It was amazing,” she explained, dead serious.
“No, Hana,” Michael hissed. “No fucking way.”
“For once, I agree with this fucker,” I chimed in.
Hana frowned. “Okay. It’s just…that’s my biggest fantasy. You know that, Jack,” she explained as she looked to me.
I vaguely remembered asking her what she wanted that she had never gotten. She told me double penetration, which we gave her. She also said a threesome with another man or woman. I had always pictured a woman in that situation. Besides, we had given her a threesome plenty of times already.
“You never said you wanted to see me with another man,” I argued.
“Well, that’s what I meant.” She furrowed her brows, getting upset that Michael and I wouldn’t fuck each other. Maybe she actually was crazy after all.
“Never mind. That was stupid to ask for. I’m just…I’m so horny,” she breathed out as she leaned over to stroke my cock then reached for Michael.
I might have been horny as fuck for her too, but I don’t think I could ever let Michael touch me in that way, or vice versa. I didn’t have anything against two men fucking; I had some bi exploration in my twenties. It was Michael that I was against.
“Let me fuck you hard then, sweetheart. I can satisfy you in many ways,” I murmured before returning my hand to her pussy.
My dirty wife easily spread her legs, willing to do whatever I wanted.
“I want both of you inside me again.” She took Michael’s face with her hands and they began to make out.
With that, I pushed Hana’s legs further apart and quickly thrust myself inside of her. She let out a quick scream as she let go of Michael and locked eyes with me.
“Oh my God, baby. Yes,” she moaned as I quickly pounded her, unleashing all of my anger with my cock.
I quickly put my hand to her neck and began to squeeze, taking her perky tit in my other hand. Michael got up and started stroking himself, watching us. That’s right, she’s mine. When Hana’s eyes began to flutter, I let go of her neck but didn’t let my pounding slow. She gasped for air and then turned to Michael, reaching a hand out for him.
“Please, sir. Fuck my ass,” she pleaded.
I pulled out and started positioning Hana at the edge of the bed to make it easier for us both to be inside her.
“Wait.” She sat up. Fuck, not again. “I want to suck your cocks first.”
She slid down the side of the bed and reached for Michael’s cock then mine. She had both of our cocks in her hands and looked so fucking beautiful as she smiled up at us. She licked her lips then put her mouth around me first. Her warm mouth wrapped around the head of my cock, my sweet girl trying to go down further. Her mouth was suddenly off me, and she turned to Michael, quickly putting his cock in her mouth as she stroked me. Christ, this woman will be the death of me. When she took her mouth off Michael, she looked up at us. “Get closer together. I want to suck you both easier.”
This woman was testing me. I didn’t care; I stood closer to Michael and let her pull my cock closer to his. I don’t know what Michael was thinking, but he didn’t protest.
“Fuck, you two are so hot.” She observed our cocks before putting her mouth over my head then his, moving back and forth quickly. I knew what she was doing; there was no way she’d be able to put both of our cocks in her mouth at the same time. She was just trying to have us close, to potentially touch each other.
“Enough,” I huffed. “I need to be inside of you.”
Hana smiled and stood, locking eyes with me as she grabbed my cock and started to stroke.
“I want you in my ass.”
I loved when she asked for anal. My size made her scream, but she fucking loved it. Michael sat on the bed, pulling Hana over to sit on his cock, a little too aggressively for my liking. I stroked myself as I watched him hold her weight up and pound into her. Her arms clung to his shoulders as she let out her beautiful moans. I grabbed lube from the bedside drawer and continued to stroke myself as I watched them. Fucking hell, why did I enjoy this so much? I grabbed Hana’s waist and stilled them before slowly pressing my cock into her ass. Her eyes shut tightly as she turned toward me, her whimpers making my cock even harder.
“Just fucking slam into her,” Michael ordered impatiently.
I ignored him. I wasn’t going to listen to that fucker. With him in her pussy, her ass would need to be stretched slowly, especially without preparation. He wouldn’t know that, not with his size. Not unless he just fucking slammed into her all the time without caring about what she needed?
“Take a big breath, baby. I’m going to stretch you out,” I whispered in her ear.
She nodded as I slowly went in and out of her, going deeper each time. I finally pushed myself all the way in and started to pound her, taking her hair with my fist and lifting her up to my chest. I put my mouth to her neck and watched as her tits bounced, her nipples needing my touch. I grabbed her tits then inched down to her pussy, feeling her slick clit under my fingers. I felt Michael inside of her and that almost sent me over the edge; she was taking two cocks, feeling so fucking tight, and loving every second of it.
“Oh my God. I’m coming,” she moaned, throwing her body against Michael’s and whimpering as neither of us slowed.
“I’m gonna fucking come in your tight asshole,” I grunted then spilled myself into her, grabbing onto her hips as I let out every single drop.
Michael started grunting shortly after; he grabbed her face and kissed her eagerly, and I almost passed out from how amazing she felt all filled up.
We all caught our breaths before I pulled out and took Hana’s hand, aggressively taking her from Michael.
“Come on, love. Let me clean up my dirty whore.”
After Hana and I showered in the bathroom I had claimed, she gleefully got dressed and headed into the kitchen, wanting to prepare a brunch for us. I checked my phone and saw that I had a missed call from Jessica. I made sure Hana was out of ear shot before I listened to her voicemail.
“Jack, it’s Jessica. Call me. I have some…interesting things to tell you about Michael.”
I immediately called her back.
“What did you find out?” I asked urgently after she answered.
“Michael has an ex-girlfriend named Jackie. She was willing to discuss him in great detail,” she explained.
“And?”
“Well, apparently he tells everyone that she was the one that went crazy on him. In reality, Michael became very possessive of her. She was basically at his beck and call and she wasn’t a very willing participant. He told her he’d pay for anything she wanted if she obeyed him. When she tried to call things off, he tied her up and carved his name into her skin.”
Jessica barely took a breath as she spoke. My eyes were wide open and a slow smile stretched my lips. Michael was fucking crazy after all.
“He said he wanted to mark her body so no man would ever want her. He told her he’d ruin her life if she ever told anyone.”
I laughed. “Fucking hell, Jess.”
She scoffed. “Why are you laughing? That’s fucking terrible, Jack!” she scolded me.
“I’m not laughing at that, Jessica. I’m laughing because I’ve got something I can use against him.”
She sighed. “Well, that’s not all.”
I perked up again.
“She saw him after Hana left him. She said he drunkenly called her and begged her to go to him. He fucking did it to her again, all while he carved Hana’s name onto himself.”
Holy shit. This was good. Now I just needed to confirm if this was true; I needed to find Michael’s scars and then present it all to Hana.
The question was, would Hana think this was too disturbing to still love him? Or would she forgive him, as she always forgave me? It was my favorite quality about Hana, how she was so empathetic and kind. It worked in my favor many times. But now Hana’s kindness may get in the way—it may even work against me.