It had been three months since Las Vegas, and yet the memory hadn’t faded; it had settled—like warm light in a room they never used to visit—making everything else look a shade brighter. Ted and Susan’s routines still existed (pickups, lunches, laundry, bills), but now their marriage carried a pulse. They touched more in the kitchen. They laughed more in bed. They didn’t look away from hard conversations.

Lamar didn’t flood their phones—only the occasional like on a post, a short reply to a story, a quick “you two good?” text. Each little signal worked like the click of a lock, reminding Susan that a door had opened inside her and wasn’t closing.

On a Tuesday afternoon, Ted forwarded a message from Lamar with no preamble:

New house. Pacific Palisades. Pool, good view. Pick a Saturday, bring Susan. I’ll take care of all the food. Stay overnight. Let’s catch up.

Susan called him at work before he could even set the phone down. “Do you think this Saturday?” she whispered, then laughed at herself. “I shouldn’t be this excited at my desk.”

“Tell me what you need,” Ted said.

“I need to see him,” she admitted, voice softening. “And I need you with me.”

They texted Lamar together. He confirmed within minutes. Susan arranged for her parents to take the kids. That evening she drove to a strip of little boutiques by the beach and came home with a floaty sundress, a white one-piece with a low back, and two new sets of lingerie—navy satin that hugged and a delicate white lace that didn’t try to hide anything. She tucked them into her drawer and lay awake later, thinking of Vegas and of the way Ted had held her hand afterward, like he was anchoring them both to something new.

——-

Saturday dawned soft and gold. Ted ran the kids to her parents’ while Susan took a long bath and a slow breath. She shaved carefully, misted perfume across her collarbones, and slipped into the navy set beneath the sundress. By the time Ted returned—freshly showered in an untucked white short-sleeve and blue board shorts—she’d packed: swimsuit, lingerie, toiletries, a toothbrush she never forgot but always checked twice.

“How are you feeling?” he asked as they merged onto the freeway.

“Nervous,” she said honestly. “And happy. And… really horny.”

He threaded his fingers through hers on the center console. “This is going to be lots of fun.”

They talked the whole way—about the kids’ latest obsessions, about the achy shelf in the garage he still hadn’t fixed, about how strange it was to feel so close after all these years, and how right everything seemed since Vegas.

——-

The gated community sat high on the hill, glossy and quiet, with the ocean peeking between the palms. Lamar’s house was three stories of glass and bone-white stucco, sharp lines and sunlit angles. His electric blue BMW sat angled in the driveway, the Nevada plate—LMRBULL—winking like an inside joke.

The double doors swung open before they rang. “There they are,” Lamar said, that easy grin warming his whole face. He hugged Ted first, then Susan, holding her in a way that didn’t presume anything and still made her knees forget what to do.

Inside was all white and air, with African masks and textiles on the walls and a cluster of framed Raiders jerseys down one hallway. “Guest room’s this way,” Lamar said, taking Susan’s overnight bag. “You’ll be comfortable.”

“Comfortable already,” Ted said, half to Susan, half to himself.

——-

In the kitchen a slim young man stood behind a marble island, a towel slung over his shoulder. Tattoos sleeved his arms; his cornrowed braids brushed the collar of his tee. He looked up, wary for half a second, then softened.

“My cousin,” Lamar said, circling behind the island. “Curtis.”

Curtis wiped his hands, came around, and shook Ted’s hand, then Susan’s. “Good to meet you both,” he said, voice low and rough around the edges.

“Curtis showed up yesterday,” Lamar added, matter-of-fact. “Just got released. Needs a fresh start. I told him to come stay with me until he can get on his feet. I’m going to teach him a few things.”

The vague explanation was clear enough to Susan and Ted: Curtis just got out of prison, and needed a mentor to get him going in the right direction and be successful. Susan would agree that someone like Lamar would be an excellent mentor, but the timing was terrible!

Something in her chest sank—she’d pictured a weekend with no observers—but the feeling cracked when Curtis started talking. There was nothing slick in him. He listened more than he spoke. He said he had a lot to learn from Lamar; he said it without pride. When he admitted he’d burned up time he couldn’t get back, Susan’s throat tightened. She found herself wanting this kid to win.

They ate croissant sandwiches off a platter Lamar slid across the island—ham and gruyère, a smear of something tangy—and drank cold water while they traded updates: business booming, a new training program, an influencer signing on, a funny story about a celebrity who absolutely could not plank. Ted asked Curtis questions. Curtis answered them straight. Susan watched the way Lamar listened to his cousin—stern sometimes, but patient. It felt like a different kind of strength than the one she’d seen in Vegas, and it pulled at her just as surely.

“Pool?” Lamar asked finally, chin tipping toward the glass sliders.

“Pool,” Susan said, and meant more than that.

——-

The backyard opened like a postcard: sapphire pool, palms nodding, a cut of ocean beyond a wrought-iron fence. Ted took a cushioned chair in the shade. Lamar and Curtis stripped to the waist, tossing shirts into a wicker basket and diving in with twin splashes that made Susan laugh.

She slipped into the guest bath off the bedroom to change. The white one-piece hugged where it was supposed to and skimmed where it knew better. In the mirror she saw the nerves fight it out with the warmth in her cheeks. When she went back through the house and out the sliding door, both men in the water looked up and then again, slower.

“You look like summer,” Lamar said, voice gone thick. “Come join us,” he added with a warm grin, easy and bright. And she did, descending the steps until the cool caught her ribs and the prickle of goosebumps lifted across her shoulders. Lamar drifted closer. His hands found the small of her back, then stilled, checking, waiting.

Susan tipped her chin once. He slipped his arms around her and kissed her in a way that held the room steady but made the edges hum. Her breath stuttered; the sound of water and distant gulls went wide and soft.

She was aware of Curtis somewhere nearby, respectful but present, and of Ted in the shade with his sunglasses pushed up, smiling at her like he had in a kitchen twelve years ago when she’d said yes without needing to think. She let herself sink against Lamar’s chest and let the kiss deepen, and when his hands slid to her hips, she didn’t move away.

“Missed you,” Lamar murmured against her mouth. 

Her laugh broke into a little sound she didn’t try to hide. “I noticed,” referring to the tent in his swim trunks under the water.

Susan hesitated, her eyes flicking toward Curtis, who sat at the pool’s edge. He wasn’t leering—if anything, his expression was reverent—but his presence still made her uneasy.

“Lamar…” she whispered, her voice low. “He’s right there.”

Lamar kissed her neck, his hand sliding under the water to cup her hip. “I know. He’s here because I want him here. He’s learning. You’re safe, Susan. Always safe with me.”

Curtis dipped his head. “I’d never disrespect you.”

Her eyes moved to Ted, who sat on the shallow steps, half in the water, watching. He gave her a soft nod, calm and sure. “Only if you want it,” he said gently. “But if you do, I’m good with it.”

Something loosened inside her. She let out a nervous breath, then nodded. “Okay.”

Lamar’s smile widened. He kissed her—slow, firm, his tongue teasing hers until her knees felt weak beneath the water. His hands roamed freely now, sliding down her sides, squeezing her ass, and then slipping forward to rub her through the crotch of her swimsuit.

She gasped against his mouth. “Lamar…”

“Mm-hmm,” he rumbled. “You’re already wet for me.”

His thumb worked in slow, steady circles beneath the water, the pressure against the thin fabric making her squirm in his grip. She clutched his shoulders, her body heating despite the cool water.

“You ready to play?” he asked, brushing his lips over her ear.

Her breath came quick. “Yes…”

“Good girl.”

With that, Lamar lifted himself up onto the pool’s edge, water streaming off his body as he leaned back on his hands, his thick cock rising proudly. He looked down at her, eyes smoldering. “Show me.”

Susan moved between his knees, heart pounding, and wrapped her lips around him. His groan rumbled through the air, deep and approving. She worked him with her mouth, her hands circling the base, her tongue sliding slow and wet up his shaft.

Behind her, she felt movement in the water. A warm hand brushed her thigh, then parted her legs and began rubbing her pussy, still covered by her swimsuit. 

As if annoyed by the barrier, Curtis moved both hands to the shoulder straps of her swimsuit and peeled them over her arms. She let him slide the swimsuit completely off of her, hearing a soft splash as he tossed it aside into the pool. He lifted her ass out of the water and began kissing his way up her inner thighs. Before she could protest, Curtis’s tongue pressed against her pussy, licking firmly, insistently.

“Ohhh—God,” she gasped around Lamar’s cock, her moan vibrating against him.

“That’s it,” Lamar groaned, his hand on her head guiding her deeper. “Let him taste you. Let him see what it means to please a queen.”

Curtis buried his face into her, licking eagerly, his hands firm at her hips. The sensation was too much—Lamar filling her mouth, Curtis’ tongue working her clit.

“Ohh, I—I can’t stop myself—” she gasped, pulling back just enough to cry out. Her climax hit hard, shaking her thighs as Curtis groaned into her. She clutched Lamar’s cock, her lips sliding back down around him as she rode the wave.

“Fuck, yes,” Lamar growled. His hips thrust gently into her mouth, his cock swelling. “Swallow it, baby—here it comes.”

Hot spurts filled her throat, thick and salty, and she gulped as much as she could, though some spilled past her lips, dribbling down her chin. She moaned at the mess, licking at him as his cock softened in her hand.

When Lamar finally let go, Curtis was already there, lifting her easily into his arms and carrying her to the pool steps. He sat down with her straddling his lap, his cock jutting hard against her belly.

“Please,” he murmured, breath ragged.

Susan slid off him and knelt between his thighs, her lips closing around him. He gasped instantly, his hands tangling in her hair as she sucked him hungrily. His need was raw, urgent, and within moments, his climax tore out of him, spilling hot into her mouth. She swallowed what she could, pulling back just in time to catch the last pulse across her tongue.

Curtis sagged against the steps, breathless. Susan wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, then smiled faintly.

“Damn,” Lamar said from the pool’s edge, still watching her with a satisfied grin. “You’re something else.”

“Thank you,” she blushed. “You boys really know how to get my motor running,” she chuckled.

As they rested quietly in the cool water, Lamar broke the silence.

“I want to take you all to a small hole-in-the-wall barbecue spot not far from here. You game?”

Ted and Susan exchanged glances before Ted responded, “That sounds great!”

“Perfect,” Lamar smiled. “Maybe afterward, we can come back here for some more fun!”

“That sounds even better!” Ted gushed, and Curtis echoed his approval of the plan.

Susan chuckled softly, floating backward until she found her swimsuit drifting lazily nearby. She grabbed it and swam back to the steps, cheeks still flushed.

The men watched as she climbed gracefully out of the pool, water glistening on her curves and dripping from her ass. They stared at her full butt that swayed and jiggled with every step. She reached for a towel, patting herself dry, glancing back over her shoulder at them with a playful smile before disappearing inside to change.

Lamar and Curtis lingered a moment longer in the water, silent, until Lamar finally exhaled with a grin. “She’s perfect.”

Curtis nodded, dazed. “Yeah… she really is.”

Ted echoed in agreement.

——-

Later, with the day slipping toward dusk, they piled into Lamar’s black Navigator and drove to a hole-in-the-wall barbecue place where the smoke was honest and the sides came in styrofoam. The four of them claimed a corner table and ate like people who’d earned their hunger: ribs that came clean off the bone, beans laced with something sweet, cold bottles sweating rings onto the wood.

Conversation found an easy lane—Curtis talking about what he hoped to build, Lamar nodding or cutting in with “nope, not like that” and a chuckle. Ted weighed in with questions about hiring and growth, and Susan listened, the cadence of the cousins’ back-and-forth making something bloom low in her chest.

The grill smoke lingered sweetly in the small restaurant, and Curtis leaned back in his chair, sipping from his glass of Hennessy. Ted, relaxed by the conversation thus far and Lamar’s easy hosting, took the opportunity to ask, “So Curtis, Lamar said you’ve been turning your life around. If you don’t mind me asking… what happened that sent you away?”

Curtis looked thoughtful for a moment, then gave a faint smile. “Nah, I don’t mind, man. Better to be honest about it.” He set the glass down, his gaze drifting toward the pool before focusing back on them. “I grew up in a rough part of town. My mom did what she could, but the streets were… well, they had a way of raising you too. I learned fast you had to stand your ground, or someone would walk all over you.”

Susan leaned in, curious. His tone wasn’t boastful—if anything, it carried a quiet humility that surprised her.

Curtis continued, “One night, I saw this girl I knew from the neighborhood being hassled outside a club. This guy—big dude, drunk, hands all over her. She kept telling him no, but he wouldn’t quit. I stepped in, told him to back off. He swung first, and I wasn’t about to just take it. Things got ugly real quick. By the time it was over, he was on the ground and I was in cuffs. He almost didn’t make it.” He exhaled through his nose, shaking his head. “Judge didn’t care that I was protecting her. All he saw was another angry young Black man who put someone in the hospital.”

There was a pause at the table. Lamar gave a solemn nod, as if he’d heard the story before but still respected it. Ted’s brows knit in sympathy. “That’s… damn. Sounds like you were trying to do the right thing.”

Curtis shrugged. “Maybe. Maybe I went too far. But I’d rather take the time I did than stand by and let her get hurt.”

Susan’s heart gave a little tug. The way he told it—not bragging, not self-pitying, just matter-of-fact—hit her in a tender spot. She imagined him younger, angry but noble, standing between a woman and danger. Her eyes lingered on the tattoo peeking from under his sleeve, the quiet strength in his posture. Suddenly, the attraction she already felt had another layer to it—something protective, almost romantic in its tragedy.

“That must’ve been hard,” she said softly, giving him a look that was equal parts compassion and admiration.

Curtis caught it, and for a fleeting second, his tough exterior cracked into something boyish, almost shy. He gave her a small grin. “Yeah. But I’m here now. Lamar’s making sure I don’t waste my second chance.”

On the drive back, the skyline rinsed in peach, Lamar twisted a little in his seat to look at them. “I was going to head upstairs later,” he said, casual as a weather report. “You’re welcome to join us. Or not.”

He let it hang there, unthreatening. Ted’s hand found Susan’s knee, warm. She nodded once.

“Then let’s keep the night simple,” Lamar said, looking out at the road again, smiling like he knew.

——-

Upstairs, a slant of light cut across the hallway carpet. Music thumped softly from behind double doors. Ted knocked, then pushed one side open at Lamar’s “come in.” Inside, the room was huge—animal-print throw at the foot of the bed, artifacts on the walls, a TV mounted above a low dresser casting a slow, loopy wash of color and shadow.

Lamar and Curtis were down to their briefs, sprawled easy on the Alaskan king. Ted took a chair near the corner. Susan paused in the doorway, steadying herself on the jamb as the music’s bass curled low in her stomach. She’d changed in the guest room—white lace bra, garter belt, stockings, a wisp of a thong—and from the whistles and smiles that met her, she knew she’d chosen well.

The master bedroom felt like a stage set for temptation. A low amber glow from the bedside lamps mingled with the pulsing bass of slow R&B. On the flat-screen, a muted adult film played—white women kneeling before powerful Black men, moaning and arching for their attention. Susan swallowed hard, knowing the imagery was deliberate.

She twirled shyly under Lamar’s instruction, showing off the white lace lingerie and stockings she’d chosen for tonight. Ted, seated in the corner armchair, couldn’t take his eyes off her. Lamar’s approving smirk and Curtis’s hungry stare made her cheeks flush hotter.

“That’s a little white angel right there,” Lamar drawled, his hand brushing down her side. “But I know you’re ready to be our dirty girl tonight.”

Susan gasped as Curtis moved in, his lips brushing her shoulder. “Mmm. Lamar wasn’t lying… this is the dream.”

Lamar eased her down onto the satin sheets, sliding her thighs apart. “Lay back, baby. Time for us to feast.”

Curtis unhooked her bra with slow precision, baring her breasts. He bent his head, sucking a nipple into his mouth while cupping the other. Lamar kissed his way down her stomach, tugging her panties aside, and buried his face between her thighs.

The sensation ripped a cry from her throat. “Ohh my God!”

Curtis pinched her nipple, rolling it between his fingers as Lamar lapped and sucked greedily. “That’s it,” Curtis murmured against her skin. “Moan for that Black tongue.”

Susan writhed helplessly, her legs clamping around Lamar’s head. He spread them wider, his tongue circling and then flicking her clit mercilessly until she shattered, climaxing with a shrill cry. Her body trembled so hard Curtis had to hold her breasts steady against his mouth.

“That’s number one,” Lamar chuckled as he came up, licking her juices from his lips. “White sugar melts quick when she’s with her bulls.”

Lamar positioned her on hands and knees at the bed’s edge. He slid inside with one deep thrust, groaning at the snug heat.

“Mmm, tight little hotwife pussy,” he rasped. “Taking her bull like she’s meant to.”

Ted leaned forward in his chair, his cock tenting his pants. “Take him, Susan. That’s it, baby.”

Curtis stroked himself at the sight, muttering, “Damn, watching that is better than porn.”

The steady pounding pushed Susan into her second orgasm, her cry muffled into the sheets. Lamar ground deep, growled, and erupted inside her—his first creampie spilling warmly into her womb. He pulled out slowly, both of them laughing softly at the way it dripped down her thighs.

“Damn,” Ted breathed, adjusting himself. “Seeing you filled like that… unreal.”

Curtis climbed onto the bed before the moment cooled, pulling Susan onto her back. He pressed into her slick, creampied pussy with one long thrust.

“Ohhh!” she moaned, clutching at his arms.

“Look at that,” Curtis groaned, thrusting deep. “Taking my dick right after my cousin bred you. You like that, don’t you? Two Black men using you while hubby watches?”

Her body answered for her—her third climax ripped through her, making her scream. Curtis stiffened and groaned, cursing as he gave her his own creampie, laughing when it mingled with Lamar’s inside her.

“Double stuffed,” he said with a grin.

Lamar chuckled, slapping Curtis’s shoulder. “Welcome to the club, cuz. That’s what a hotwife’s for.”

After a quick break—water, whispered laughter at Susan’s dazed expression—they were ready again.

Curtis lay back, pulling Susan astride him cowgirl. She rode him with abandon, her breasts bouncing free, while Lamar slid his cock between her lips at the top of the bed.

“Damn, look at this snow bunny,” Lamar groaned, guiding her head as she sucked him. “Dick in her mouth, dick in her pussy, husband jerking off in the corner… you’re living the life, baby girl.”

Ted moaned aloud, unable to deny it.

Susan gagged and moaned around Lamar’s cock, her pussy milking Curtis until another orgasm shook her, her body twitching uncontrollably. Curtis groaned, holding her hips down as his second climax surged out of him, his cum pouring into her again.

She collapsed forward, but Lamar wasn’t finished. He bent her over the bed and slid into her from behind, pounding harder than before.

“Mine,” he growled, gripping her hair. “Always gonna be mine, little hotwife.”

Her final climax broke her voice to pieces, her scream muffled by the sheets. Lamar snarled and filled her with his second creampie, groaning as it leaked down her thighs.

They all collapsed in a heap—Susan between them, trembling and glazed with sweat. Lamar stroked her hair while Curtis kissed her shoulder. Ted stood over them at last, eyes shining with wonder.

“You were incredible, baby,” Ted whispered.

Susan’s lips curved faintly, eyes closed in exhaustion. “I never… never felt anything like this.”

Lamar smirked, still catching his breath. “Now you know, princess. This is what it means to be a hotwife.”

Curtis chuckled softly. “And to be double creampied by two bulls.”

Ted exhaled hard, his arousal and pride written plain on his face. “And I loved every second of it.”

Susan lay catching her breath, her hair damp with sweat, her skin glowing in the low light of the bedroom. Ted leaned down, kissed her temple, and whispered, “Come on, baby… let’s get you cleaned up.”

He guided her carefully out of the room and down the stairs, his arm steady around her waist. In the guest bathroom, he ran warm water over a washcloth and began to wipe her down gently, tracing her breasts, her stomach, and finally between her thighs. He lingered there, slow and deliberate, cleaning the mixed seed of the two men from her folds. The tenderness, the devotion—it made Susan’s chest swell with love.

But she also noticed the way Ted’s breathing changed, the way his cock stirred beneath his slacks. She smiled knowingly, dropped to her knees before he could even speak, and freed him with practiced hands.

“You’ve been patient all night,” she whispered, kissing his length before taking him into her mouth. Ted groaned, one hand bracing against the sink as she bobbed her head, swirling her tongue and sucking greedily until he was iron-hard.

He pulled her up suddenly, spun her around, and bent her over the sink. With one smooth thrust he was inside her, burying himself to the hilt. Both of them locked eyes in the mirror, the reflection making every movement more electrifying.

“You see yourself, baby?” Ted rasped against her ear. “See how beautiful you are? My wife… my hotwife.”

Susan cried out, bracing herself on the counter as his thrusts grew faster. Their eyes met in the glass—his intense with arousal, hers glazed with pleasure—and that connection drove them over the edge together. Ted groaned as he spilled inside her, the sound of their bodies slapping echoing in the small tiled room.

When it was done, he kissed her bare shoulder, then carefully cleaned her again, wiping away the mess they’d made together. He kissed her mouth tenderly, and she kissed him back with love and gratitude.

——-

Later, lying in bed with their bodies entwined, they whispered softly in the dark.

“I can’t get over this house,” Ted started. “I can’t believe we’re staying in a place like this!”

Susan agreed. “I know. The kitchen, the pool… and the Master Suite…” Her voice trailed off, realizing she had unintentionally named two spots where she had given her body to two men who were not her husband—a new experience for her in this budding lifestyle. She confessed, “I’ve never felt so desired… or so well used—in a hot way. Lamar… Curtis… it was almost overwhelming. But what it really did was make me see how much you love me, Ted. Sharing me like that—it’s changed everything.”

Ted stroked her hair, his voice warm and steady. “Watching you with them… it was the most erotic thing I’ve ever witnessed since first watching you and Lamar in Vegas. It’s definitely awakened something in me. But more than that, seeing how you were reacting to everything they were doing to you, and how badly they obviously wanted you—it made me love you even more. I think this… this lifestyle might be who we are now.”

She smiled, curling against him. “Then it’s ours, together.”

They drifted to sleep in each other’s arms, completely spent, their bodies sore but their hearts light. A new chapter had begun.

——-

The house was still, the faintest blue of pre-dawn just starting to seep through the high windows. Ted stirred, the empty spot beside him on the bed cold, and instinct pulled him up to investigate. He padded softly down the hall and stopped short at the faint sound of a moan.

From the shadowed archway, Ted peeked into the kitchen.

Susan was there, her simple cotton nightgown bunched high on one hip, her bare leg raised onto the countertop for balance. Bent over the counter, her hair falling loose, she let out breathy little moans. Between her thighs, Curtis knelt with his shoulders broad and steady, his face buried against her heat.

“Ohh… Curtis…” she whispered, gripping the counter with white-knuckled hands.

Ted’s pulse hammered. He crouched low behind the half-wall, heart torn between jealousy and raw arousal, eyes locked on the illicit sight.

Curtis lapped her with steady hunger, his hands gripping her hips to hold her still as she quivered. Susan’s hips rocked back toward his mouth, her quiet whimpers echoing in the still kitchen.

Just as her thighs began to tremble, Curtis stood in one smooth movement, his shorts already pushed down. With a firm grip, he slid into her from behind. Susan gasped, twisting her upper torso, her arm wrapping around the back of his neck. Their mouths nearly met, her cheek against his, as his hips snapped into hers with urgent, measured thrusts.

Ted nearly gasped aloud as he watched his wife’s body shiver in climax, her muffled cry buried in Curtis’s shoulder. Curtis grunted deep in his chest, driving into her one final time before withdrawing with a wet slap. He smirked down, both of them watching as a creamy stream began to slip out of her, dribbling down her inner thighs to the kitchen floor.

Susan laughed softly, covering her mouth with one hand. Curtis chuckled too, shaking his head. “Damn, that’s messy.”

He grabbed a paper towel, ran it under the faucet, and crouched down to wipe the floor. Ted, flushed with a mix of emotions, darted back down the hall, slipping into the guest bedroom and pulling the sheets up just as Susan padded in a few minutes later.

——-

She slid under the covers as though nothing had happened, her breathing still a little uneven. Ted turned his head on the pillow, watching her closely.

“Where were you?” he asked softly, his tone calm but edged.

Susan froze. “I… I just needed some water.”

Ted raised his brows, unimpressed. “Water doesn’t leave your thighs glistening like that, Susan.”

Her lips parted, then closed. A guilty flush swept across her face. “Ted…” she began, then sighed, her voice breaking into honesty. “It just happened. Curtis followed me down. I didn’t plan it, I swear. It was so sudden, and I—”

Ted cut her off with a steady look. “I told you I’m okay with this. With you. With us trying this lifestyle. But Susan… not in secret. Not where I’m left guessing. That isn’t us. That’s cheating.”

Her eyes welled, and she grabbed his hand. “You’re right. I’m sorry. I wasn’t thinking. I should’ve woken you, or told you. I’ll never let it happen again without you knowing. Never. I promise.”

He studied her, then kissed her knuckles. “That’s all I ask. You enjoying yourself—it excites me. But honesty has to stay between us.”

Susan nodded fervently, laying her head on his chest. “I love you. More than ever.”

Ted stroked her hair, the adrenaline of what he’d witnessed still coursing through him. “I love you too. And now… I know exactly how much this life is going to change us.”

They lay together in silence, the weight of confession giving way to a deep, shaky trust, one they both knew they had to guard carefully as they stepped deeper into the life they had just begun.

——-

Breakfast was a spread—eggs, fruit, toast, the good coffee Ted swore he could taste hazelnut tones in. Nobody pretended to be more awake than they were. They laughed about it. Lamar’s eyes met Susan’s once, a question there, and she answered with the smallest nod: We’re okay.

All four expressed their sadness that Ted and Susan had to drive back home today, sharing laughs and sexy memories of their brief time together.

Lamar smirked wickedly. “You know, I haven’t shown you how big the shower is in my Master Bathroom,” he said, amused. “It’s very spacious, with room enough for all of us. We could… save time and water by having one last experience together before y’all have to split.”

Susan arched a brow and then did something unexpected—she got up from her seat, sauntered over to the stairs, looked back at the men, and wagged her eyebrows at them. The men didn’t need a clearer invitation. They got up quickly and made their way to the stairs. Giggling, Susan shucked her nightgown on the stairs and let it puddle on the landing as she began running up the rest. Curtis whooped; Lamar shook his head, laughing, and both men chased her. Ted took his time, and that felt right too.

By the time Ted finally made it into the master bathroom, steam was beginning to fog the glass as Lamar and Curtis joined Susan under the wide showerheads on either side of the very spacious shower. Ted took a seat in a small, padded vanity chair just inside the bathroom door, his pulse racing as he watched his wife melt between them.

The three inside the shower kissed and fondled, Susan’s hands roaming over their slick muscles as their lips and tongues tangled in turns while the men groped her wet breasts and ass. 

Curtis guided her to bend forward at the waist until her palms rested against Lamar’s chest. From Ted’s angle, he saw Susan’s pale skin contrasted by Lamar’s dark frame as his cock slid into her open mouth. She moaned, water running down her back and down her crack as her body trembled.

Lamar looked down at Susan, watching her face as his huge meaty cock slid in and out of her lips.

Curtis took a moment to admire the view from his perspective; a beautiful woman sucking the cock of his cousin, and looking further down her body at how the cascading water flowed down her back and ass, a large stream running between her crack. He couldn’t resist any longer. He had to have that sweet white pussy one more time! 

Grabbing her hips, he drove into her from behind. He thrust into her over and over, glancing between her bobbing head at Lamar’s waist and her rippling ass. Her thighs shook and her cries pitched higher until her climax washed through her, rippling down to where Curtis filled her. He pulled out slowly, grinning at Ted.

Lamar stepped in then, turning Susan’s body to face away from him as he guided himself into her. He steadied her hips while Curtis stood in front of her, his cock beginning to soften. Instinctively, Susan grabbed his dick and guided it into her mouth. Ted could see Curtis’ meat starting to harden again as he laced his fingers through her wet hair. The men’s combined grip and thrusts soon drew another orgasm from her. Ted could see her body quake, her moans muffled by Curtis’s cock until at last he groaned again and withdrew, his diminished seed mixing with the shower spray.

Lamar pounded her several more times before she came again. Moments later, he buried himself deep inside Susan‘s pussy, clenching his teeth and tensing as he roared aloud, his warm seed filling her slick tunnel.

Exhausted but glowing, Susan stepped out first, catching herself against the vanity. Water dripped from her hair and breasts as Ted stood and stepped forward with an open towel. He began to lovingly dab at her hair and skin. She gave him a sweet, grateful kiss and pushed him back to the vanity chair, pushing his shoulder down to sit. 

She met Ted’s eyes, a playful smile spreading as she knelt between his thighs, pulling his gym shorts down his thighs. She leaned forward and took his cock into her mouth. He hissed at the heat of her tongue, watching her head bob between his thighs.

When he was fully hard, Susan stood, water droplets still clinging to her skin, and straddled him. Facing him, she sank down slowly, sighing at the sensation. They rocked together in a rhythm that was theirs alone, her arms looped around his neck. Curtis shifted forward instinctively as if to join in, but Lamar raised a hand to stop him. “No,” Lamar said quietly but firmly. “This is their moment.”

Ted held Susan tight as he spilled into her, their kiss deep and hungry. When she finally dismounted, she laced her fingers through his and led him out of the bathroom, both of them flushed and satisfied.

As they headed downstairs, Lamar put his hand on his younger cousin’s shoulder.

“Listen, future bull,” Lamar said, voice low and instructive. “That right there—that was reclaiming. A husband has to have that with his wife, to keep balance. Usually it’s private. Today, you got to witness it. But don’t ever forget—if you cut into a couple’s moment, you take away the very thing that makes this lifestyle work.”

Curtis nodded, thoughtful, as Lamar’s words sank in.

——-

They dressed and packed unhurriedly. 

When they stepped out and walked toward the entryway, they saw Lamar and Curtis standing there, waiting for them with smiles. 

Curtis hugged them both; Susan felt the solidness in him she hoped would grow. 

“You promise me that you are going to make good choices, young man,” she said, looking into his eyes and giving him a quick kiss on the mouth.

“I promise,” he smiled sheepishly. “This is the life I want,” he winked.

Lamar’s embrace was warmer, heavier. He didn’t kiss her. He didn’t need to.

“You know how to find me,” he said, simple as that. “No pressure. Your pace.”

Ted shook his hand, long and firm. “You’ll hear from us again. For sure.”

Outside, the light was bright and forgiving. They chose a route east that skimmed the ocean until they had to head north to their home city in San Bernardino County. The two of them remained quiet for a while in that good way that doesn’t require filling.

“Strange truth?” Susan said finally, watching a line of surfers pick their spots. “Sharing me gives me something I didn’t know how to ask for. And seeing you hold me through it… I didn’t know I could love you more. Turns out I can.”

Ted smiled without looking away from the road. “That was the hope.”

She threaded her fingers through his. The city rolled closer. Life, waiting at the door, didn’t feel like a return to normal anymore. It felt like normal had expanded to include something bold and tender and chosen.

“Call your mom about the pickup time?” Ted asked.

“I will,” Susan said. She squeezed his hand, then held on. “And then maybe we pick a Saturday of our own.”

“Mrs. Burnett,” he said, very serious, “are you asking me on a date?”

“I’m telling you what to wear,” she said, laughing, and the car filled with it—the sound of people who had learned the shape of their love and decided to make more room.

-TO BE CONTINUED-