Page 55 of My Wife

As his erection springs free, hard and stiff and weeping at the tip, Clay nods in approval and Tommy’s eyes return to me.

From the second they admitted they were in on this whole thing together, I couldn’t help but wonder who the truly dominant partner was. The mastermind. The one in complete control over the other.

Growing up, they seemed so equal. If anything, Tommy was the more outgoing of the two. I know now that Clay seemed more inclined to lurk in his shadow because he was obsessing over the fact that Tommy had something he wanted. And onceClay had it, Tommy didn’t give up. Heplannedthis. He used his lifelong influence over Clay to convince him that they each get a turn to love me, and once I couldn’t resist either of them any longer, we’d live happily fucking ever after together.

But when it comes to sex, Clay has something Tommy doesn’t: his ring on my finger. That gives him an edge, and he runs with it as he reaches into his back pocket, pulling out another condom.

Just one, I notice. And though Tommy is the one with the obvious erection, he doesn’t hand it to him.

Instead, Clay moves behind me. He lays his hand on the back of my neck, maneuvering my head until I have no choice but to take in Tommy’s need for me.

“Look at him,” he grates. “Look at how desperate he is for you.”

Clay trails his hand down my back, the condom wrapper between his fingers rustling as he does. When he reaches the waistband of my dirty jeans, he slips his hand beneath it. Without any panties to stop him, his finger deftly caresses my puckered asshole. I stifle my moan, but it’s too late. His husky chuckle on my skin tells me he heard it.

He shoves his hand further into my pants. It’s his turn to groan now. “Tommy,” he says. “Get on the bed.”

Tommy doesn’t hesitate. He climbs onto the bed, back against the pillows, and strokes his cock, waiting for what’s next.

I know what’s next, even before Clay waves his hand at me. “Go on, baby. Don’t keep him like that. You wouldn’t want him to get blue balls.”

I scoff at Clay. “That might’ve worked on me when I was seventeen, dickhead. I know better now.”

And, yet, I’m already padding toward the bed.

Tommy holds onto his cock, his gaze imploring me once more. “You don’t have to do this,” he tries again.

Oh. I know. I don’thaveto do anything.

But as I lift my shirt up and over my head, I admit if only for tonight: Iwantto.

“That’s my girl,” Clay murmurs, voice as proud as when Tommy confessed he was responsible for Madison’s murder. “Now go on. Spread that pussy for Tommy. Show me what you have that was worth corrupting such a good man.”

Tommy gulps, patting the bed next to him.

Good man? He’s a murderer. Theybothare.

And that’s still not going to stop me.

EIGHTEEN

TOGETHER

Iclimb onto the bed. Tommy’s cock twitches in anticipation. I purposely refuse to look at either his face or Clay’s as I throw one leg over him, grabbing his bare cock, and lodging it at my entrance.

For a split second, I wonder if I should ask for a condom. Now that I know about Summer… I should. After all, I know Clay has them. He only ever bought them for when I offered to let him fuck my ass, and the second he pulled that first one out, I knew what was going to happen.

To make Tommy wrap up would be a slap in the face. He did it with Summer, but we never had that layer of protection between us.

That seals it. Tomorrow might be different, but for now? I start to take him inside my soaked pussy.

“Yes… Godyes.I killed for you. I’ll kill again. Anything. For this… there isn’t anything I won’t do.”

I’ll remember that.

As I sink on top of Tommy, I finally do look for Clay. He must have undressed while Tommy was positioning me right he wanted me. He’s completely naked, and just as fucking hard as Tommy. I stare at his cock for a second, unconsciously squeezingTommy as I remember was it was like to have Clay fucking my ass… what? An hour ago?

Has my whole goddamn life changed in anhour?

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