Chapter 3
Robert is waiting in the living room with the lights off.
I see him the moment I step through the garage door.
He’s on the couch in his sweatpants, shirtless, one arm draped along the back.
The only light comes from the hallway behind me, cutting a stripe across the floor.
My clutch is heavy in my hand and my ring is still tucked inside it from the drive over.
I haven’t wanted to put it back on. Not yet.
His cock is hard. I can see it from here.
“Shannon.” His voice is a low growl that makes my used pussy clench.
“Hi.” The word comes out hoarse. Like someone screamed it out of me, which, to be fair, someone did.
He stands and crosses to me in three strides.
His hands cup my face, tilting my chin up.
His gray eyes rake over me like he’s cataloging damage — the flush still high on my cheeks, the mascara I know is smudged, the way I’m standing with my thighs pressed together to keep two men’s cum from running down my legs.
“Tell me.”
“Everything?”
“Every fucking thing.” His thumb drags across my bottom lip, and the faintest trace of Adrian lingers on my skin. “Start from when you walked into the office.”
He doesn’t kiss me. Not yet. He takes my hand and leads me to the couch, pulling me between his legs with my back against his chest. His arms wrap around me.
His cock presses against the small of my back, and I know this position is on purpose.
He wants to hold me while I talk. He wants to feel my body react as I relive it.
“When I went inside, they were both waiting,” I begin. “Tony behind his desk, Adrian by the window.”
Robert’s hands rest on my thighs. He doesn’t move them. Just holds. Anchors me.
“Adrian went first.” My voice drops. “Tony sat in his chair and watched.”
“Watched what?” Robert’s fingers tighten on my thighs.
“Adrian made me undress. Slowly. He wanted to see ‘what he was getting.’” I swallow. “When my dress came off and they saw I wasn’t wearing anything underneath, Tony said I came ready to get fucked.”
“What did Adrian say?”
“That I came hungry to get fucked. That there was a difference.”
Robert groans against my neck. His cock twitches against my back.
“Then he put me against the window.”
“The window.” Robert’s breath goes still. “Where someone could see you.”
“Yes. Pressed me face-first against the glass. Made me put my hands on it.” The memory floods back — the cold shock of the window against my bare nipples, the heat of Adrian’s body behind me, the vertigo of looking down at the city thirty floors below.
“Anyone in the office buildings nearby could have seen me. Naked, spread, with him behind me.”
“Jesus, Shannon.” His hand slides up my thigh now, toward the hem of my dress. “And then?”
“He teased me first. Slid his cock between my thighs without putting it in. Just dragging the head through how wet I already was, letting me feel every thick inch of him right there but not inside me.” I press my thighs together at the memory. “Made me beg.”
“Did you?”
“God, yes. I begged until I was pathetic.” I flush at the memory. “Told him that I’d touched myself imagining him.”
Robert’s fingers slip under my dress. When they find me slick with other men’s cum, his whole body goes rigid.
“This is from them.” It’s not a question.
“Both of them.”
“Fuck.” The word is reverent. His fingers slide through the mess, exploring. “You’re still full.”
“I didn’t clean up.” My voice wavers. “I wanted you to—“
“I know what you wanted.” He pushes my dress up to my waist. “Keep talking.”
“Adrian fucked me hard against the window. And I was so close, god, Robert, I was right there — that coiling feeling deep in my belly, every nerve ending lit up — and he pulled out. Just… pulled out and stepped back. Left me shaking against the glass with my orgasm dissolving like smoke.”
Robert’s fingers circle my clit. Slow. “He denied you.”
“Yes.” I’m starting to pant. “Then they switched. Tony bent me over the desk.”
“Same desk where he bent you over last time?”
“Same desk.” I shiver. “And Tony, Robert — he knows exactly how to hit that spot on the first thrust, and I was climbing so fast—“ I have to pause because Robert’s fingers are mirroring what I’m describing, pressing against that spot inside me while I talk, and my brain is splitting between the memory and the present.
“What’s Tony like? Compared to Adrian?” Robert’s voice is thick, and his fingers curl inside me in a way that makes my hips buck.
“Different. Adrian fucks like he’s punishing you — all force and command.” I shiver at the memory. “Tony fucks like he’s memorizing you. Like he’s building a file.”
Is it insane that I’m rating two men’s fuck styles for my husband while his fingers are inside me? Probably. Do I care? My pussy answers that with a squeeze that makes Robert groan.
“And just when Tony was about to make me come, Adrian told him to stop.” My voice cracks. “Froze him mid-thrust while he was still inside me.”
Robert’s fingers go still against me, mimicking what I just described, and I whimper at the sudden absence of friction. He does it on purpose and my pussy clenches in protest at both the memory and the present.
“He controls Tony too?”
“He controls everything. Tony didn’t move until Adrian said he could.
I was lying there full of Tony’s cock, begging, and Adrian just watched me.
” The second denial was worse than the first, my orgasm so much closer, and I shiver at the memory.
“Then he said ‘continue’ like he was issuing a command. And Tony obeyed.”
Robert’s fingers start moving again. Slow circles. “How did that feel? Being denied while he was still inside you?”
“Like the worst thing that’s ever happened to me.
And the hottest.” I arch against his hand.
“Being full of someone’s cock and not being allowed to come on it.
Tony was right there, every inch of him pressing against my walls, and Adrian just made me wait.
Made me feel my orgasm go away while Tony held perfectly still. ”
“Jesus.” Robert’s breathing has gone ragged.
“And then,” I swallow. “Tony said Adrian was going to fuck my mouth while he fucked my pussy.”
Robert goes very still behind me.
“They put me between them. Adrian fed his cock into my mouth. I could taste myself on him.”
I’m shaking now, and I can’t tell if it’s from the retelling or from Robert’s fingers working slow circles on my clit. “They found a rhythm. When Tony pushed in, Adrian pulled back. I couldn’t move or speak, couldn’t do anything except take what they gave me.”
“Jesus Christ.” Robert’s hand is trembling against me.
“I kept thinking about you.” The confession surprises me, but it’s true. “While I had two cocks inside me at once, I kept thinking about what you’d think if you were watching from the corner. Would you like to see that? Your wife gagging on one cock while the other one pounds into her from behind?”
He makes that sound again—the primal one—then withdraws his fingers and lifts me off the couch. I barely have time to register the movement before he’s dropped to his knees in front of me, spreading my thighs.
“Robert, what—“
His mouth is on me. His tongue pushes inside me, and I cry out as he tastes what two other men left behind. He groans against my pussy, the vibration making my knees buckle.
“You taste like you’ve been used.” The words are muffled against my flesh.
“I was.” I grip his shoulders for balance.
Robert sucks my clit, and my legs nearly give out.
“Tell me about the chair.” His mouth is still against me, the words vibrating through my core.
“They moved me onto Adrian’s lap. Facing away from him, my back against his chest. I sank down onto his cock and—god, the angle.
” I grip his hair as his tongue circles my clit.
“He’s so thick, Robert. He filled me while I sucked on Tony again.
Adrian’s hands were on my hips controlling my rhythm.
His thumbs dug into the bruises he’d already made. ”
I can still feel the ache — faint fingerprint-shaped shadows on my hip bones that will bloom purple by morning.
Robert groans against my pussy. His hands grip my thighs hard enough to leave marks of his own.
I’m panting now, both from the memory and from Robert’s tongue. “I was so close I could taste it. My whole body seized up and I begged with Tony’s cock in my mouth, and Adrian heard me, and he—“
“What did he do?”
“He pulled his fingers away. And I screamed.”
Robert makes a sound against my flesh that I feel in my bones.
“What are you?” Robert asks, his voice absolutely destroying me.
“I’m a slut.” The word doesn’t shake. “I fucked two other men, and I loved every second.”
He pulls me down to the floor. His sweatpants disappear. He positions himself between my thighs, and when his cock nudges my entrance, I nearly sob with relief.
“And then?”
“And then they finally let me come.”
I close my eyes. Even the memory of it — that orgasm crashing through me after the denials — makes my pussy throb.
Robert slams into me.
“FUCK!” My back arches off the floor.
“This pussy.” He pulls almost all the way out and drives back in. “They fucked this pussy. Both of them.”
“Yes.”
“And they both came inside you.”
“Yes!”
“Now me.” He fucks me like he’s proving a point, and I wrap my legs around him. “Three men. One night.”
“Three.” I can’t think. His cock feels like coming home. Fifteen years of knowing exactly how to angle, how to hit that spot, how to make me scream. “You’re the only one who matters.”
“Damn right.” He seizes my thighs and pushes them toward my chest, changing the angle so he’s grinding against the spot that makes me dissolve.
I convulse around him, crying out, my nails leaving crescents on his back. The pleasure is so intense it hurts. Every denied orgasm from tonight amplifies this one until I can’t tell where one wave ends and the next begins.
Robert groans and follows, his cum adding to the mix. He pulses inside me, filling me with one more man’s claim.
We lie tangled on the living room floor, breathing hard.
His hand finds my face. Brushes the hair away from my sweaty forehead.
“I have to tell you something.” He sounds serious.
My gut clenches. “Okay.”
“I don’t just want to hear about it anymore.”
I push up on my elbow to see his face. His gray eyes hold mine, and he looks open in a way I haven’t seen before.
“I want to watch.”
Holy shit. My husband wants to watch other men fuck me. My pussy — the shameless traitor who got me into this whole mess — gives a hard, approving pulse.
“I want to see what you look like when they’re touching you. When you’re being passed between them.” He swallows. “I want to be in the room.”
Why does this turn me on more than anything Tony or Adrian did tonight?
“Are you sure?” Okay, Shannon, at least pretend you need to think about it for more than half a second.
His hand finds mine and squeezes. “I’ve been imagining it all night. While I was sitting here waiting. I wasn’t just picturing what they were doing to you. I was picturing watching them do it.”
“And seeing me like that doesn’t scare you?”
“Everything about this scares me.” He pulls me closer. “That’s kind of the point, isn’t it?”
I lie back down and press my forehead to his chest. His heart is hammering.
“Okay.” I whisper. “Next time, you come with me.”
He exhales and his whole body goes slack. He was actually scared I’d say no.
“I love you.” His mouth is against my hair. “All of you. Even the parts that scare me.”
“I love you too. Even the parts that scare me.”
He laughs softly. “We’re both fucked up, aren’t we?”
“Completely.”
“Good.” He kisses the top of my head. “Means we’re perfect for each other.”