Page 56 of My Wife

Tommy lifts his hips, burying his cock as deep inside of me as he can go. I feel it since I’m still ogling Clay’s sculpted body, the V on his hips, and the cock jutting up from the junction of his legs.

I can’t see his face, though I hear the satisfaction in his voice as he says, “What a good girl. You took Tommy so well. Look at his face. He looks like he’s about to nut already. Don’t you fucking do it, though. Let her squeeze you. Let her fuck you. But don’t you come until I join you. You got me?”

Tommy’s voice is strangled. Because I tightened my core, squeezing him again? “I’m trying, Clay. But you know how good it feels inside of Cyn.”

“Oh, I know. Why do you think I made sure to sneak in over the years and fuck her while you were with Summer?” Clay chuckles. “She was still my wife, Tommy. Did you really think I’d go five years without fucking her?”

“No,” he gasps. “Why the hell do you think I left the backdoor unlocked? She’s yours. But, damn it—” He angles his hips enough to withdraw slightly, then slam up into me so hard, I bounce. “—she’s mine, too.”

I moan again. No matter how I feel about these two guys, or the sudden knowledge that they’ve been passing me back and forth for years, I can’t help but react to the way that Tommy’s fucking me. He knows how to work my body almost as well as Clay does which is probably why I could never tell the difference when one would take me or the other.

Do I care that they shared? I must be as twisted and damaged as they are because… I don’t. It was just sex, and these are the only two I’ve ever had it with. They each have a claim to my bodythat I won’t deny—otherwise I wouldn’t be riding Tommy Gillis right now—but that’s not what gives this a taste of hate sex.

They lied to me. Betrayed me.

And, one way or another, they’re going to pay.

As I have that thought, I run my gaze over Clay again even as his best friend eases his thrusts, careful not to come too soon. My husbandpreens, and I firm my resolve. I’ll admit that I enjoy the sight of his naked body way more than I should, but a quick flicker toward the floor reveals his pile of clothes—including his sheathed knife—not too far from the edge of the bed.

Then I see the torn remains of the condom packet suddenly fluttering next to them and snap my head back up.

With the bottle of lube palmed in his hand, Clay uses four fingers to slip the condom on the bulbous head of his cock before rolling it up his length. He pours a liberal amount of the lube into his palm, slathering it on the condom, getting good and slick.

His eyes find mine as he pours more of the lubricant onto his hand before setting the bottle on the nightstand.

Prowling toward the bed, his covered cock leading the way, he

Tommy picks up his pace even as Clay uses his clean hand to press down on my upper back, pushing my tits against Tommy’s bare chest.

It’s a new angle for him to penetrate me. He hits just the right nerves with his next thrust and I mewl against his skin before lapping at the space between his pecs.

“Cyn,” he pants softly. “Oh my fucking God,yes.” His strokes become shallower as if desperate to keep pumping into me—or because he knows that, in a moment, I’ll be so stuffed, he’ll barely be able to move.

Because once my ass is in the air, Clay makes sure my ass is slick with lube before he positions his cock against the rim of my asshole.

I know what to expect this time. I won’t lie and say that there isn’t a burn as he breaches me, but the feeling of him working the first inch of two of his cock into me while I’m full of Tommy in my pussy… I can handle the burn. I can handle the pain.

Fucking hell, I can handle both my husband and my lover.

He pushes a little harder as the weight of his body presses me further against Tommy.

I’m sprawled between them, my legs open, leaving them to fill me completely as Clay says between obviously gritted teeth, “I spent five fucking years watching Tommy have sex with you, Cyn. When he wasn’t there, I took his place because I knew you needed me. Youcravedme.” Yes. Damnit,yes. “I wanted to watch with you knowing I’m here. To beg me to join you… but I should’ve known better about that one. If I want you, I have to take you. And, my pretty little wife, you’re not going to stop me, are you?”

In answer, I arch my back just enough to take a little more of Clay.

“Ah,yes.That’s my good girl. Take your husband’s cock. I have more to give, baby, and you’re going to take it all.”

Tommy’s stopped moving beneath me. He’s still inside of me, but I’m stretched so tight, he has to be able to feel the girth of Clay’s cock pressing down against him. Fuck. With as much of my husband as I’ve taken already, there’s nowhere for either of them to go.

I thought I could handle them. Maybe… maybe I was wrong about that, too.

“I’m too full,” I tell him. Full? Tryimpaled. “That’s… that’s enough.”

“Silly Cyn,” he says, and before I can do anything else, he brings down his hand, slapping me on the ass. I jump at the stinging sensation, and I don’t know how it’s possible, but he bottoms out inside of my ass. “See? Thats my wife. You’ve had enough when I say you’ve had enough.”

I gasp. “I fucking hate you.”

He presses a kiss to my back. “Baby, if I believed you meant that, I’d kill myself for real. But since I know better, I’m going to fuck your ass while Tommy does his best to get in and out of your tight pussy. Maybe then you’ll learned there’s no escaping us.”

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