Page 57 of My Wife

Another stinging slap, another yelp.

This time, I swallow the vitriol I want to spew at Clay.

He can tell. Trading his spanks for a gentle caress, he calls out, “Tommy?”

“Yeah… yeah, Clay?”

Oh. Tommy’scloseclose. No wonder he stopped moving. Considering he seemed to mastermind this whole thing, it’s not performance anxiety or something like that that kept him from fucking me harder once Clay took my ass. Nope. He’s about to go off like a rocket, but he’s listening to Clay. Until they got to share me, he wouldn’t come.

Now? All bets are off—and Clay knows that, too.

“Can you reach Cyn’s clit?”

His hand shifts. Our bodies are slick with sweat, lube, and the juices from my pussy, but he manages to shove his fingers between us, finding my clit. My answering squeal as he rubs the super sensitive nub is all Clay needs to know, but Tommy still says, “She’s so fucking hot, Clay. Her clit is huge, and I can see how we have her split open. This is the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen. God, Cyn, you’regorgeous.”

He lifts his head off the pillow, trying to kiss me. I want to refuse. I’m being fucked by two killers I thought I knew—I thought Iloved—but for Tommy to kiss me while Clay is slowlyrocking in my ass? If he hadn’t pinched my clit, forcing my lips to part as I cried out in pleasure, I never would’ve let him in.

But I do, and no matter what Clay had seen while he stalked Tommy and I over the years, watching his best friend nip my bottom lip, shove his tongue in my mouth, and kiss me like he owns me… it makes my murderous husband even more dangerous.

Clay won’t hurt me. As vulnerable as I am—and I don’t just mean in this position—I know he won’t. But he does increase the pressure as he pulls out just enough for the full sensation to subside a little before returning tenfold. I gasp again, and with his slippery hand, he grabs my hair, tugging my head back.

Now Clay’s kissing me, and it never even occurs to me to deny him his kiss. And I know, as the possessive way Clay claims me—plus how my back bent to accommodate him—finally sets Tommy off enough that he’s coming inside of me, that whatever happens when this night is over, Clay was right.

I can’t deny him anything.

Sandwichedbetween the only two men I’ve ever loved, I should feel like the luckiest fucking woman in the world.

Clay is spooning me, his naked body pressed against my back. His cock is nestled between my thighs. He’s hard again, but he’s also snoring softly as he clutches me to him.

Running around an island, killing all our old friends, then having his cock sucked, his side slashed, and nutting three times since he first told me to crawl to him? Poor psycho husband. He must beexhausted. He didn’t even try to fuck me one last time after the two of them herded me to bed. Clay just pulled meup against him, promised me again that there’s no getting away from my husband, then promptly went to sleep.

Despite my situation, I feel a familiar pang in my chest. That’s Clay. Man could pass out anywhere, then wake up instantly without an alarm after the deepest, most restful sleep. That’smyClay… only my Clay is undeniably a ruthless killer who plotted with his best friend for the last five years to wear me down, get me to accept that I belong to both of them, then kill everyone I knew—everyone they believed every wronged me—as a twisted way to make amends.

Some girls get flowers and diamonds. I get my former tormentors trussed up, mutilated,tortured, plus a side of double penetration as they both needed to fuck me at the same time just to really send home the message that they believed I wastheirs.

It’s hard to deny that. Clay is at my back. Tommy is sleeping in front of me, just as naked, just as possessive. His hand is on my hip, the other one reaching out toward my hair, fingers twining around the damp clumps that haven’t dried all the way yet.

Clay likes my hair long. Clay likes my hair down. After our shower, he handed Tommy the brush, watching in approval as my boyfriend untangled the hair that Clay shampooed and conditioned in the shower. When Tommy admitted he wasn’t so sure how to pull my hair up the way I like after it’s been washed, Clay took the brush away from him.

He likes it down. It’s down.

Clay likes me to sleep naked. Like the two men, I don’t have a stitch on.

At least I’m clean. My body feel like it’s been hit by a truck since it’s definitely not used to being fucked like that, but Tommy pulled a pain reliever bottle out of his duffel bag. Clay dropped two in my mouth, then handed me a can of ginger ale to chase it down so that I wouldn’t be as achy in the morning.

After all, it’ll be Monday. If all goes well, we’re leaving tomorrow.

Do they realize that there are five dead bodies on the island? Six if you count what happened to Aaron? I’m sure they do. Fuck, they planned this forfive years. I’m sure they have something up their sleeves, just like I’m betting they think I’ll be that timid heroine, that meek little girl who simply goes along with it.

Clay and Tommy are treating me like I am. As soon as they both finished, they were careful to take care of me. I guess that’s the dominant nature that Clay’s always had and that Tommy obviously suppressed. They fucked me like they didn’t care if I broke, and when I didn’t, the killer and his accomplice pampered me like I was precious. They used my body until I was a trembling, sweaty, sticky mess between them, and as I came down from being fucked by the both of them at the same time, Tommy stroked my hair out of my face. Clay peppered kisses down my back, telling me how good I was, how impressed he was that I took them both so well, and how it’ll be that much easier next.

Nexttime…

I didn’t argue. My mind whirring, both with the realization that they’re serious, that this is happening, that my life is set… I let them do whatever the fuck they wanted to me because, well, I’m beginning to understand that that’s what they expect from me.

By the time they learn that that’s not true, I’m hoping to have a plan of my own.

Until then, I played my part as my husband disposed of the condom he pulled on to take my ass. While I laid on my side, honestly too spent to move, he stroked his semi-hard cock, gathering up as much of the come that clung to him after he pulled the condom off. Then, dipping his finger between mylegs, he scooped up some of Tommy’s load, swirling their jizz together, then went a step further than shooting come on my chest. He swiped it on my lips before fisting my hair, tilting my head back, kissing me so deeply, I was light-headed before he finally pulled back.

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