I'm not sure what it says about me, but I don't feel guilty at all. Jax and I have been pretty hot and heavy. After our first “encounter” in that stairway by the bar, just a few hundred feet from where my husband was playing pool, I did try hard to forget it happened. The next day, a typical Sunday, my husband made chili, I made bread, and we watched football, cuddling on the couch.

Then back to work on Monday and the mundane rhythm of my life. But everything is different now. Out of nowhere, I find myself daydreaming about Jax. The memory of his thick accent drips down my throat and steals my breath, along with his hand wrapped around my arm, his finger hooked inside me, finding my G-spot for the very first time, and how he lifted me against that wall.

Jesus, El, I beg myself, shaking my head. Stoooop!

No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't shake the urge to see him again. By next Wednesday, just four days later, my resolve disappears, and I make up an excuse and text my husband, “Sorry, babe, gotta work late, don't wait to eat, see you tonight.”

That was a month ago.

I’ve made up a better excuse to give me more access to my sexy side piece. Jax owns the bar, another surprise I didn’t expect. He made up a dart league, which I “joined” and now play in every Wednesday night.

Do I play darts? No.

Is there an actual league? Also no.

But my husband hasn’t questioned it.

I didn't know it then, but I was 10 weeks pregnant when I met Jax. I haven't told him yet. I'm not sure how. I’m thinking maybe I won't. I can pick a fight and end it with him once and for all. But who am I kidding? I don't want to end it; I'm addicted.

Jax’s employees give me small, knowing head nods when I come in now. They usually nod suggestively to wherever he is in the bar, or, if he’s upstairs, when I arrive. We don't need to say anything; they know what this is. I was embarrassed at first, but now... well, now it just is what it is.

The bar is packed; it’s not my usual Wednesday, it's Saturday afternoon. My husband is deep-sea fishing overnight, and I'm going to surprise Jax. We’ve never been able to spend the night together. I'm excited to wake up next to him.

There are no head nods today; they're all busy, and I didn't see him in the bar, so I make my way up the staircase behind the bar. His door is unlocked, and I let myself in. As soon as I walk in, I can hear him talking low, but I hear someone else. I freeze, realizing he's not alone. I should leave, but I can't. I have to see.

I walk quietly to the bedroom door, which is ajar. I can smell the sex seeping through the opening. I can see them. He’s lying sprawled out, legs spread, pants around his ankles, hands above his head, gripping the headboard. The same headboard I was gripping last Wednesday as he took me from behind for the first time. The look on his face is burning into my brain, that “fuck feels amazing” look. The look I so enjoy putting on his face.

Then there's the girl. She's kneeling between his legs, her perfect ass high in the air, framed by a way-too-short miniskirt. Her bright yellow tank top is pulled high, exposing her small, perky, fully erect breasts.

Ginger ponytail, long and bouncing up and down.

I hate her.

I don't know how long I've been standing here when Jax looks up and catches my eye.

Fuck.

I raise my eyebrows, and he grins. What the entire hell? Where's the gasp? The shock? The fucking awe?!

I push the door fully open, and it makes a loud creaky sound, and the girl turns quickly, whipping Jax in the face with her ponytail.

“What the fuck,” she gasps.

There it is. The shock. The awe.

As soon as I see her face, I notice her; she's one of his bartenders. She flips onto the side of the bed and pulls her tank top down, wiping a noticeable amount of Jax’s precum off her lips. Jax doesn't move, doesn't attempt to cover up, nothing.

“I wasn’t expecting you today, baby girl,” Jax says, his thick accent hitting differently, like nails on a chalkboard.

“Clearly,” I spit, glaring at the girl.

She stands. “Jax, I'll catch you later.”

“No, don't go,” Jax responds, much to my surprise. “El, this is Bambi. She works downstairs, and she's a nursing student. Isn't that what you want to do? Maybe she can help you.” He shrugs, moves to the edge of the bed, adjusting his pants, and smacks the girl on the ass and pulls her back onto his lap. She squeals, laughing.

“Yes, Bambi,” I say slowly and with every ounce of contempt I can muster, “please don't go. I'm leaving. I only came to tell Jax I'm pregnant.”

I turn and start toward the front door. Then, there it is, the hand wrapping around my upper arm, stopping me in my tracks and spinning me not so gently.

“El, wait, what did you say? You're pregnant?”

“Don't worry, Jax, it's not yours.”

Bambi walks up, says nothing, and I move aside to let her out.

“I asked you to stay,” Jax says to her again, and I scoff.

“You're staying too,” he murmurs in my direction, his grip on my arm firm. Bambi looks at Jax, then at me, and smiles. It makes my stomach sink, and I'm not sure why.

“Baby girl,” he whispers, his voice crawling up my spine. “We’ve been having fun, haven't we?”

I wrench my arm from his grip and cross it high across my chest with my other. Then, glaring up at him, I nod. He grins.

“And we haven't exactly been playing by the rules anyway, have we?”

I roll my eyes, then slowly shake my head. “No, we haven't,” lessening my pout slightly.

Bambi steps closer to me, catching me off guard, and I instinctively step back. She retreats and chuckles, and Jax grins. “She won't hurt you, El. In fact, quite the opposite.“ He winks at her, and she walks back toward the bedroom.

“And don't act all sheepish; you told me you've had sex with your sexy little friend Mari a few times. You even mentioned liking redheads. We have that in common.” He runs his hand up my chest to my throat.

I shove his chest, and he holds his hands up and laughs.

I look at Bambi again. Standing in the doorframe, her perfect ass is visible just below the hem of her skirt. She bites her lip and smiles at me. God, she’s sexy. Fuck am I doing this? Heat rushes between my legs, and I make the smallest sound, but Jax catches it. He pushes me against the wall and kisses me like only he can. His hands in my hair, pulling my head back, his tongue tangled with mine. He trails kisses down my neck and pushes the strap of my dress off my shoulder.

My mind goes blank; all I can do now is feel, and all I feel is intense desire for both Jax and Bambi. Jax picks me up, and my legs wrap around him as he carries me to the bed and lays me down. Bambi is there in seconds; Jax lies beside me, unbuttoning the top of my dress, laying soft kisses on my lips and lower.

He grabs Bambi by the ponytail and pushes her head down. I can see her pushing aside Jax’s already undone pants and pulling out his erection. As she does, her hand is sliding up my thigh under my dress. My little jump makes Jax grin.

He brushes my hair back and hums in my ear, “Relax, baby girl, this is going to be fun.”

Bambi is hungrily bouncing away at Jax’s manhood; a tinge of jealousy causes me to flush as I see her taking him all the way in, as he said only I could. Maybe they all say this to get you to try harder. Fucking liars.

Then Jax twists his fingers in my hair and pushes me down, too. I resist at first, but he persists. I'm not ready to be this close to her, sharing him that way. Am I? Bambi moves off him, holding the base in her grip, and smiles at me, licking her lips. I move my mouth onto him, and he lets out a groan. Hmmmmm, I'm suspicious of his groans now, too, but I continue. I run my tongue slowly around the tip, catching the ribbed ring and then down, keeping my eyes on him.

Bambi leans back in, her tongue on the other side, matching my movements. Every once in a while, our tongues touch, and it sends shockwaves through me. Then she takes him back in her mouth as I move lower. He adjusts his hips, and I help him remove his pants fully. He lets his legs fall wider open, and I move back between them and take his balls into my mouth as Bambi strokes and takes him deep.

He lifts Bambi like a feather, and she straddles him, her tight little hole swallowing him up in seconds, and her ass bouncing within an inch of my tongue. She leans forward, exposing herself to me more, and I'm flooded immediately. My tongue goes completely rogue; I dip lower on Jax, rimming him and then up to Bambi, rimming her, back and forth, drawing deep moans from them both.

Jax’s hands are on my head, guiding me now. “That's a good girl, El, fuck, that feels amazing,” he rasps. I push my tongue in deep and keep everything wet. I slide a finger into Bambi’s nearly impenetrable little hole. She jerks, and squeals, and Jax moves his hands to her hips to steady her. I'm rimming Jax’s and fingering Bambi’s, and I'm so turned on I can hardly stand it any longer.

Without warning, Jax flips Bambi onto her back and peels off her tank top and skirt. Her head was near the end of the bed, her long legs propped up on the headboard. He grabs my hand and guides me into a sixty-nine position on top of her. I'm sure she can feel the heat radiating from between my legs as she glides her tongue into my core.

“Jesus,” I breathe. Jax, I need you, please,” I beg, looking into those jet-black eyes. He brushes his hand across my face, his thumb running over my tongue before he positions himself behind me. He straddles Bambi’s face and plunges into me from behind. I nearly orgasm immediately, Bambi’s tongue on my clit, circling. Jax’s curved, rock-hard erection is pushing relentlessly deep against my G-spot, making me tremble. Every few thrusts, he pulls out, and I can feel him slide himself down into Bambi’s mouth and back into me, wet, again and again.

Jax’s hand gently pushes on my shoulders, guiding me to Bambi’s swollen bud, visible through her thick crimson pubic hair; the thought of her being a natural redhead runs through my mind. I hesitate; I've never been with a woman with a full bush. It's moist; I can smell her sex, and I’m surprised.  I thought it would turn me off, but I'm so turned on by everything happening right now, I dive right in. She arches her back right away.

Using my finger, I try to reenact Jax’s hooked finger move he's done on me several times now, making me completely lose my mind. I plant my thumb on her clit and my pointer finger inside; I fish around, poking and prodding until I find a spongy spot inside that makes her moan loudly. I circle my thumb along with my tongue on her clit and slide my finger slightly out and back to her spot. After a few moments, she squeals loudly. Her legs start shaking, and a rush of fluid hits my fingers and face. The fuck?! A squirter! I rub my four fingers over her clit as she gushes and hollers out.

“Damn, El, that's fucking hot. I need you to finish, Baby. I’m gonna cum, ohhhhh fuuuuck Babe I'm coming,” he groans, and I can feel him emptying deep inside me just as I let myself feel it all and convulse in waves, clenching around him as he shudders inside me.

Jax lifts me against him, and Bambi sits up and moves to the edge of the bed. “Fuck, El, I think I'm in love,” she teases, winking at me as she’s dressing. “That was great, guys, but I gotta jet; I'm late for my shift, and my boss is a real asshole.

Jax laughs and reaches over, grabbing her arm and pulling her back to the bed. I'm still nuzzling up my back to Jax’s chest. He gives Bambi a quick peck on the cheek, and she leans in and kisses me softly on the lips, and my stomach whirls. I smile.

“It's nice to officially meet you, El. Jax has told me all about you.”

“Alright, that's enough. Get out, get to work, Bambi,” he grumbles low.

I grin, but wonder what he said to her about me, and when. Was it while he was face fucking her? Bambi saunters out, and Jax moves and sits at the head of the bed. He pulls me back, and I lay my head on his chest. “You good, baby? I know that was unexpected.”

He's running his fingers over my temples, through my hair, and on my shoulders. It was peaceful, and I sank into it.

“I'm good. I was excited to surprise you.”

“I was definitely surprised, babe,” he chuckles.

“Yeah, sorry about that. I know I can't expect exclusivity. I don't know. I guess I just like you.” I turn my head to look up at him, but he immediately takes his hand and turns my head back, gently but deliberately, and keeps rubbing me. Hmmmmm.

He runs his palms down onto my abdomen. “So, you're pregnant?”

Jesus, what must they think of me right now? I wince and shrink into him.

“El, I hope you'll keep seeing me, fuck baby girl, the thought of you pregnant is,” he pauses and runs his hands over my belly, “is it wrong that it turns me on?”

I look back up at him, this glint in his eyes and a small grin. I smile, “It better turn you on because it's obviously got me horny as hell.” He squeezes me tighter.

This is absolutely insane. What the fuck am I doing? Lying naked in another man's bed, pregnant with my husband's baby, while a woman with my desire still on her face is serving drinks downstairs. I should probably get dressed; I should probably go home. But instead, I pull his arm around me and ask if I can stay.

Oh well, I’ll figure it out tomorrow.

But spoiler alert: as it turned out, tomorrow only led to more risqué behavior, leaving me caught somewhere between wanting more and wondering if I could handle another second of it.