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“You want me to fuck your husband?” I smirk.

She nods.

“While you watch? While everyone out there watches?” I angle my head toward the window, where shadows move on the other side. I’m goading her now, because she seems to enjoy it just as much as I do, and I fucking love the adorable blush staining her cheeks.

“Yes.”

I glance up, and Quentin is staring down at us with a hooded gaze.

“You good with that?” I ask with a grin.

“Fuck yes I’m good with that.”

I look at Sarah and tell her she’s allowed to move wherever’s most comfortable just before Quentin and I are falling onto the bed in a flurry of movement.

He doesn’t go slow. Our movements are frenzied as we tear each others’ clothes off, and as soon as we’re naked, I straddle him and line his erection up at my entrance.

I sink down onto his cock and cry out as he stretches me, fills me. It’s been a long time since I’ve fucked a man, but I have to admit that the feeling of him inside me and his strong hands bracketing my hips is intoxicating.

Between the two of them, I could never want anything more.

Once I’ve adjusted to his size, I begin to move, riding him with desperation. I know I need to make myself come quickly, because he was hanging on by a thread after Sarah’s zealous blowjob.

I rub my clit as I grind my hips with his cock inside me, and every nerve in my body seems to come alive.

It doesn’t take long before I’m close to coming. I happen to glance over at Sarah when I catch her movement in my peripheral vision, and she’s watching with rapt attention.

I flash her a wicked grin. “Care to join, or would you rather watch?”

She doesn’t answer aloud, but she moves to join us on the bed.

“Ride his face while I ride his cock,” I instruct.

She sucks in a breath but does as I say, carefully situating herself over Quentin’s face and holding onto the metal bars of the bed frame to redistribute some of her weight.

It’s then that I glance to the side and see our reflection in the mirror once again. “Look at how fucking perfect we are together.”

Sarah and Quentin both turn their heads to follow my gaze, and we all simply stare for a minute. Then, I begin to move my hips again, and Quentin buries his face in Sarah’s pussy. Sarah comes first, crying out and clutching the bed frame, and I’m not far behind her.

My orgasm hits me hard and without warning, and my inner muscles clench around Quentin’s throbbing cock as I fall apart, riding wave after wave of bliss. I’m overcome, not only with pleasure, but with a tender sort of intimacy at experiencing all this with the two of them.

Quentin comes a minute later, clearly having been trying to hold back for my sake, and groans with his release before we all collapse into a pile of tangled limbs and heavy breaths.

CHAPTER 16

SARAH

Everything is perfect. Who would have guessed that having a girlfriendwithyour husband would be so amazing? They’re both in the kitchen while Kat teaches Quentin how to bake real bread from scratch—no banana bread this time around—, and I’m changing out our bed sheets after a rather… spirited session between the three of us last night.

This is everything I had hoped it would be but dared not to dream about until recently. A few weeks have gone by, and each day is better than the last. I had never felt like something was missing between Quentin and me, but I also can’t deny that Kat’s presence in our lives has taken everything to another level. I don’t think either of us had ever considered polyamory as an option, but it all feels so natural. Less like filling a gap and more like adding even more joy and love to an already happy marriage.

With Kat and Quentin, I’m able to be the truest, happiest version of myself. As I secure the clean sheet around one side of the mattress, I let my mind wander, considering what our future could look like. Kat’s already spending more and more time here, and the idea of her moving in has me smiling to myself. No more texts to check if we’re home before she comes over, no more planning our time together—though, to be fair, we already spend more of our free time together than apart.

I’m fitting the bedsheet around the last corner of the bed when I hear yelling from the front of the house. At first, I think Kat and Quentin are messing around, but the smile falls from my face when it doesn’t stop.

It’s then that I realize that the yelling isn’t coming from either one of them. And the voice isfurious.

What the hell?

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