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“She said you were in here?—"
With my husband’s horrified eyes glued on mine, I exploded in a long, ecstatic orgasm.
“Get out,” Leopold gritted at him.
Harley hesitated, his face looking pale, but then he stumbled down the hallway as both men released in me, their mouths eagerly kissing, licking, sucking every inch of my skin they could.
“Babe, are you sure you even want to go back to that?” Brayden said disapprovingly after they had cleaned up the condoms and patted my sticky, pleasured body down. “He looked like all chopped and weird in the face.”
I said nothing.
Harley had fucked around with an open marriage, and had found out what it meant to encourage his wife to date other men.
By the time I made it down to the front door, Makayla was stomping out in front of me, her face beet-red with rage, and all her possessions in a box clutched to her chest.
“Move that fucking gold-plated pussy,” she snarled at me.
“Maybe look for someone who isn’t married next time,” I said.
She growled in impotent rage and as we left the building I saw Harley on his knees on the ground.
“God, why do you have to geteveryone?” she wailed, and ran off with her tail between her legs to the car.
Harley looked like a tortured mess, and he was weeping openly.
“Sweetheart, I was a fool. An idiot not to appreciate what I had in front of me. Talking you into an open marriage was the single stupidest thing I’ve ever done and I am ashamed to say I lied to you and to myself. I did want to have my cake and eat it too. I never wanted to give you up but I also wondered if I was missing out on anything. Now I know there could never be anyone for me but you. I am so so so sorry, Lily-Mae.”
“All right,” I said.
“Please, I beg of you, let’s call this open marriage thing off.”
“You want me to go back to one dick only?” I asked. “Why, it’s positively barbaric. It’s not the medieval era anymore, you know. I think we’re a little more enlightened now. Monogamy is a very repressive concept.”
He groaned. “I deserved that.”
“Youtold me it would be lovely and so evolved to have new experiences.”
“I don’t want new experiences. I fucking hated it. I only want you.”
There were tears snarled in his dark lashes as he looked up at me.
“Do you forgive me? Please would you forgive me? I swear to God this was the stupidest mistake I ever made.”
My husband had fucked up. Massively. He had lied and let his ego run away with him. But I believed him. I knew he sincerely, deeply regretted his actions and would never do it again.
“We’ll see,” I told him. “Let’s re-evaluate at the end of the three months.”
CHAPTER 20
Harley
All I could do was wait in my stupidity for the three months to be over.
Three months of my wife apple-picking, going to pumpkin patches, and horror movie marathons with other men, while I begged for the tiniest scraps of her time.
Three months of remembering how she had looked in between Leopold and Brayden—their faces rough with lust, their hands all over her, their mouths eager for her, the sickening dirty sounds of their cocks sliding in and out, wet with her arousal.
The fucking infuriating way all the tendons had been standing out in Brayden’s throat and arms because he was penetrating slowly, so slowly, into her tight little asshole.
