Page 46 of The Marriage Policy

“To try something. You beneath me. I can rub our dicks together, and it feels so fucking good.”

A shiver rolls through him, and I can tell it’s a good one, an excited one.

“I’m down,” he replies, and something about how he says it, so nonchalantly, makes me smile.

Eric rolls to his back. I take him in, still unable to believe we’re naked in bed together. I don’t let my gaze linger too long before I get on top of him, careful of his ankle. With our groins close, I rut my hips, our hard cocks together in a rough slide.

“Oh fuck.” He arches toward me. “That is…wow. I wouldn’t have thought. Do that some more.”

With a chuckle, I do as he says, thrusting us together, letting a hand slip between our bodies and wrapping it around both our shafts, squeezing.

“Dude…I can’t even…oh my God, D. Dicks are so fucking fun.”

He is so fucking fun. I kiss him again, fuck against him, squeezing our shafts and pumping my hips. I’m so close to losing it. The sweep of his tongue in my mouth is amazing, but I know I’m not going to last long, and I wasn’t lying when I said I wanted to see his face when he came.

I pull up a little, let go of him, thrusting and rubbing, looking at him while I do.

“Come for me, babe. Let me see. I wanna make you feel good.” I want him to like this, want him to like being with a guy, even though this thing between us isn’t serious.

“Shit. I’m gonna come. You too.”

“I will. Give it to me. Let me see that big load.”

Something about those words does it for him. Eric unravels beneath me, body tight, bowing forward, mouth dropping open and eyes squeezed shut as he lets loose. The heat of his release touches my skin. His balls draw up, tightening against mine as he keeps coming in long spurts, pooling in his belly button, landing on his abs and chest.

I push onto my knees, wrap a hand around my dick, but Eric swats it away, jacking me off until my vision blurs and my body feels like it’s floating, my nuts emptying all over his stomach.

I look down at him covered in cum, and fear washes over me.

Please let this be okay, please let this be okay, please let this be okay.

He smiles. “We are so doing that again, husband.”

Then he closes his eyes and goes to sleep.

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

Eric

Iwake upwith a smile on my face.

I had an orgasm with Donovan, an actual one and not just the two of us doing the same thing only in different rooms. I touched him, and he touched me, and then… Who knew dick-on-dick action was so hot and fun?

Before this whole thing started, I didn’t expect the kissing, but I really enjoyed that as well. My husband is very talented with his mouth. If his tongue is that good between my lips, I can only imagine what it would feel like on my cock. Am I allowed to imagine that? Because the idea is stuck in my head now.

Messing around with Donovan feels completely different from hooking up with other people. There’s the reality that he’s a guy, of course, but it’s more than that. It’s the fact that it’s him and I know him so well. We enjoy each other so much that it feels like a natural progression for it to transfer to the bedroom. And it’s not like our situation is unique. Friends have sex with each other all the time. Is it as good for other friends as it is for us?

All I know is now we’ve started, I don’t want to stop.

I open my eyes to check on Donovan and realize the bed is empty. Oops. I guess he didn’t pass the fuck out after a fantastic O.

I sit on the edge of the bed, find my boxer briefs, and tug them on. My crutches are close, so I grab them and go find Donovan. Maybe I should be worried he wasn’t in bed with me, and maybe I am, but I’m so tired of overthinking everything with him lately. It’s not something I’m used to when it comes toDonovan. We don’t have to question who we are to each other, and I don’t want this marriage of convenience or the sex to change that.

He’s not in the living room or the kitchen, but when I look through the sliding glass door, I see him in the backyard. He’s got his knitting stuff out, his fingers going a million miles a minute. He absolutely does not have to be nervous about what we did, and I’ll make sure he’s not.

I open the door and go out. Donovan turns to me, trepidation in his gaze.

“I don’t regret it,” I say, before taking a chair beside him.

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