Page 128 of Tell Me All Your Lies

Grant looks over at me and grins. It’s a different, more sadistic side of the usually pulled-together man I’ve fallen in love with. I realize now that I love every side of Grant that I get to experience.

I want him to own me in front of Fred.

I’ve never been shy about my body. It’s helped me numerous times out in the field. I’ll do whatever Grant says. He would never make me do anything I didn’t want. And right now? Right now, I like that I’m watching desire swirl in Fred’s eyes.

I like feeling wanted by both of the men in the room.

Grant steps back over to me and bends down to be at eye level with my chest. He squeezes my breasts together and presses his face between them.

He starts lapping them up, and I pull at his hair, enjoying every second of it. My head falls back as I hold onto Grant for dear life while he licks and nips at my nipples.

Grant pulls away, and I instantly feel the loss. He grins and bends down fully, taking my panties with him. They hang at my ankles with my pants.

He pulls them off, and I’m standing naked in front of Grant and Fred.

“Turn around. Hands on the bed. Follow the rules, my pretty wife,” Grant says.

I do as he says and place my hands on the bed right next to where Fred’s sitting quietly. My breasts hang from this position, and I notice the way Fred is watching them intently.

I jut my ass out, and Grant instantly grazes it with one of his palms.

“My perfect little whore of a wife,” Grant murmurs as he continues to tease my ass.

“Yes,” I moan.

“Do you want me to fuck you in front of Fred? Should I show him who you belong to,wife?”

“Yes,” I whimper, needing more.

My pussy is soaked from the teasing that Grant delivers. I hear Grant pull down his pants and a shuffling as they get moved to the side.

Grant grips one of my hips as he uses the other to line up his cock with my entrance. He pushes inside, and I feel the intrusion immediately.

“Oh god, yes,” I shout.

Grant begins to thrust rapidly as he holds onto both of my hips and rocks me roughly into the bed. I try to hold onto the blanket for any kind of balance. Fred’s blood is mixed into the sheets, and I have no idea if that’s where I’m holding.

“Do you wish you were the one fucking her?” Grant asks Fred as he continues thrusting.

Fred stays silent, but I look over to see him painfully hard.

“Ace, baby. Fred’s about to come in his pants.”

“I don’t care. Let him.”

“Ace,” I repeat.

Grant stills for a moment, understanding. I may be his wife, whom he’s crazy about in real life, but in this world, we need tokeep Fred alive as part of the bigger picture today. Grant can’t kill him, no matter how much he wants to.

In the real world, we are the good guys, and in this world, we may be bad, but in order to tell Taby what he’s done, we have no choice but to turn this situation around.

“Fred. Do you get the picture here?”

Fred nods his head up and down.

“Will you be coming onto my wife again?”

Fred tries to say something as he shakes his head no in return.

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