Chapter 27

After the discipline and aftercare, Jason and Sandra headed upstairs to the bedroom. Jason felt his excitement growing at the idea of being pegged. The lingering burn in his ass only made him more eager.

In the bedroom, Jason said, “Where do you want me?”

“In bed, on your back this time so that I can see your face.”

She had him lie back on the bed. After a pause, she said, “I think we’ll take the cage off for this. I like to see your little thing pulsing and drooling your prostate fluids.”

A thrill ran through Jason. He hadn’t been out of the cage for pegging in a while. This kind of freedom was rare for him and felt like a special treat.

Sandra put a large towel and pillow under his hips, then knelt between his legs and lifted them onto her shoulders. Jason watched as she added lube to the strap-on.

“Okay, deep breaths,” she said as she got into position. She found his opening with the head of the strap-on and began to slide it into him slowly.

Jason groaned and tried to relax. It always shocked him to feel something so large inside him.

As before, she let the head enter and paused. She looked down, amazed at how much he stretched. She wasn’t sure why she loved that sight, but it always turned her on. It was probably the power and control she felt. It was such an intimate act, one few women ever experienced.

Jason’s breathing quickened, and he tried to slow himself down. When she started moving again, he focused on relaxing as she pressed the strap-on in. It still felt huge, but it slid in more easily this time. He closed his eyes and took slow breaths; when he opened them, Sandra was smiling at him.

“You have it all, sweetie. That was easier this time, wasn’t it?” she said.

Jason nodded, unable to speak. He felt full and stretched, but without pain.

She waited several minutes, enjoying the feeling of dominance as she let Jason get ready. “Are you ready?” she finally asked.

Jason nodded, not trusting his voice. As Sandra started to move, he felt pressure on his prostate right away. It felt strange, like before, but more pleasant. Small spasms made him clench with each thrust.

After a few minutes of slow thrusts, she asked, “Are you ready for me to move faster?”

“Yes,” he whispered, feeling his now fully hard penis start to pulse with the throbbing inside him. He always worried he might climax too soon, but this time it didn’t feel like that. The pulsing felt steadier and deeper.

Soon, Sandra moved in and out at a steady pace, watching his face. His eyes were closed in concentration, but she saw no sign of pain. Once, she pulled out completely.

Jason wasn’t sure if she did it on purpose. He felt suddenly empty, almost aching. A moment later, she was inside him again. When she did it again, he realized she meant to.

“Wow, I love that. You’re so open. Now I can slide it all the way inside you without stopping. It’s amazing how stretched you are,” she whispered.

Jason didn’t answer. A strange warmth washed over him, and he felt closer to Sandra than ever. It was a deeper connection, almost like how a woman might feel with a man inside her. He’d never felt anything quite like it. He smiled at Sandra, and she smiled back.

She leaned forward until she was lying on top of him, her breasts pressing against his chest in the missionary position. He wrapped his legs around her waist, just as she had done to him during their traditional sex. Then she kissed him, hard and passionately.

When she pulled back, she said, “I’m fucking you. The base of the dildo is rubbing right against my clit. It feels so good,” she said, picking up a faster, steady rhythm.

After about fifteen minutes, Jason’s head was spinning. No pain at all; he was lost in the movement and closeness with Sandra. He heard her moan loudly as she pushed into him as deeply as she could. She was climaxing, and he could feel her shaking, almost as if he could share it. The pulsing deep inside him grew stronger, building in intensity. His small penis was as swollen as it could get, but he didn’t feel like he would ejaculate. His body trembled along with hers. The release came—he was drooling prostate fluid. He was having a prostate orgasm. Wave after wave went through him, and the fluid kept coming in a steady stream. It lasted much longer than any climax he’d ever had. Still, it felt different from a regular climax. The intensity almost made him pass out.

As they lay there catching their breath, Jason tried to make sense of it. He’d known for a while that his penis wasn’t the source of his pleasure anymore. He thought his pleasure came from his mind and from serving her, but now it felt deeper, spreading from his prostate through his whole body. The connection seemed to go straight from his prostate to his brain. His penis was just for urinating and releasing prostate fluid now. Still, he didn’t feel satisfied in the usual way. No refractory period, and he was still swollen and excited.

Finally, Sandra pushed herself up on her arms and looked down at him. They were both sweaty, even though the room was cool. “That was a workout,” she said. “I won’t need aerobics on pegging days. How was it for you?”

“Wonderful. Amazing,” he said honestly.

Her smile widened, and her heart swelled. Then she looked down at the sticky fluid on both their bellies. “You spurted again.”

“Well, it wasn’t really a spurt. It was more of a steady drool,” he said.

“Oh, fuck, I love that. Let’s go again.”

“Really?” he said, surprised. He had barely recovered before she started again. She didn’t have to be gentle anymore. She moved as fast and as hard as she wanted and only heard moans of pleasure from Jason. This time, it took longer for Jason’s prostate to pulse, and it was good, but there wasn’t as much fluid. Sandra had several orgasms. When they were finally finished, they were both exhausted. They lay side by side, looking up at the ceiling, enjoying the afterglow of this special night. It felt like a breakthrough for both of them, and they knew it would bring them closer.

“How about I order takeout? I don’t think I can stand long enough to cook,” Jason said.

“Sounds like a good plan,” Sandra said. “But let’s snuggle a while longer.”

Jason was more than happy to do that.

The nightstand lamp cast a soft light across the room, making Sandra’s hair glow as she turned to Jason. She traced small circles on his chest, steady as she met Jason’s eyes. Then she surprised him by saying, “Jason, I’ve made a decision. I want Darien to come here. It doesn’t make sense to meet at a hotel when we have a perfectly good bed at home.” Her voice was calm and confident as she waited for his response.

Jason knew this day would come, but he hadn’t expected it so soon. They’d only been to the hotel twice, and both times were on the same day. Tension tightened his chest as he tried to sort out his feelings. Excitement came first, then anxiety. Was he ready for this? The idea of Sandra bringing another man into their bed both thrilled and unsettled him. Jealousy lingered, making him even more nervous. “Really, so soon,” he said.

“He’s the one, and I think we both know that. But there are other reasons too. We don’t have to go to a hotel anymore, which is the riskiest part of what we’re doing. Sooner or later, someone will notice us. And I’ll be right here in our bed with him, while you’re at home. You won’t have to worry about me or picking me up. It just makes sense.”

Jason knew he couldn’t really argue, but he thought he’d have more time to adjust. Now Sandra would bring Darien into their bed, the same one they’d shared for so many nights. He would have to sleep in the spare room, left to imagine what was happening next door, just like at the hotel. Images filled his mind: her in their bed, her back arched, her lips parted, someone else’s hands on her, someone else’s cock in her. The excitement made his heart race, even as jealousy tightened his throat. Hearing them together through the walls was both painful and tempting, a feeling he couldn’t shake.

After a long pause, Jason said, “I suppose you’re right. It makes sense.”

Sandra smiled and kissed him. Her eyes softened, and she hesitated, her confidence fading as her love for Jason showed on her face. "I knew you would accept it. I love you so much," she said gently. “And just think, I can slip out of the bedroom and come to you to clean me, every time, all night."

Jason had thought of that before, but hearing her say it so plainly still surprised him. Still, the idea excited him just as much.

“We will start this week,” she said.

Jason wasn’t surprised. He knew when she made up her mind, she did it. His mind raced with the planning he would have to do. Dinner, making sure the house was spotless, and the bedroom was properly prepared. He had time, but he needed a plan.

Jason was busy all week and ready when the night arrived. Sandra teased him all week with her body and her comments. She was especially sexual in everything she did. Unfortunately, she didn’t tease and deny him, peg him, or otherwise give him any relief. She didn’t even let him use his mouth on her, so she was holding back, too. She wanted them both to be desperate with desire, and she got her wish. He missed the pegging and the sounding, and he was sure she missed the daily oral attention he gave her.

Every night as they went to bed, Jason kept thinking about what Friday would bring. Soon, Sandra and Darien would share their bed—the same bed he and Sandra had always used, even if they hadn’t had much penetrative sex there in the past year or so. He’d given her plenty of pleasure in that bed, but now someone else would be with her, giving her something he couldn’t. He had accepted the idea of another man with his wife, but this felt different from the hotel, and not just because of the location. Darien would be in their bed, in their house, just a wall away. That made his jealousy and pain worse. It felt more real and personal, not just something happening somewhere else. He knew Sandra needed a real lover, someone who could give her what he couldn’t. He wondered if this would help him accept things or make it harder. He thought about how their relationship might change, as it had before. Still, he couldn’t deny that each change had brought them closer. And all week, his small penis strained in its cage, and he kept leaking.

He figured he would sleep in the room next to theirs and wondered if he would hear them. He wasn’t sure if he wanted that. The week before, when she left her phone connected, it was both exciting and a little painful.

He was supposed to make them a romantic dinner, then leave. He hadn’t asked what “leave” really meant, or how he should dress. Maybe she wanted him to go out for the evening, which would be even more torturous. He hoped she wouldn’t make him wear her panties while Darien was there.

After finishing the master bedroom for Sandra and Darien, Jason paused in the doorway. He looked back, imagining what he might see if he stood there later. He pictured his beautiful wife on her back, legs wrapped around Darien. Darien would be on top of her, moving with strength and passion. Suddenly, Jason wondered what would happen if her birth control failed. He knew it was unlikely, but the thought made his heart race. The idea of Sandra getting pregnant with Darien’s baby sent a strange feeling through him. He tried to deny that it was excitement. It would be a real scandal if she got pregnant with a black baby.

Sandra came home early from work that Friday, obviously excited. She smiled widely, her face glowing. As soon as she walked in, she pulled Jason close and kissed him deeply. He was breathless when they finally parted.

"Thank you again for this," she whispered, still embracing him. "I could not do this without you. You make me feel warm and secure in everything we do. I love you so much."

"Thank you. I love you more than anything in this world," he said, and meant it.

As he watched Sandra go to her room to change into casual clothes, he suddenly felt silly for his earlier worries. Serving Sandra was what he loved, and this was just another way to do it. Her smile and happiness gave him purpose and pleasure. He was glad he had prepared the bedroom for them. He put on new silk sheets, turned down the bed, fluffed the pillows, and added fresh flowers. He strung LED lights above the headboard and placed scented candles around the room. In the bathroom, he left matching robes, more candles, and flowers. When he finished, the room looked like a honeymoon suite. He had bought a sexy outfit for her... all white, with a white push-up bra, garter belt, stockings, a sheer robe, and white high heels. Standing in the doorway, he realized he was swollen and dripping again.

Then he thought about what it would be like tomorrow morning, afterward. Darien and Sandra would be in their bed, after making love all night. It already felt odd to him that another man would be in their house, let alone in their bed. He wondered how Darien would act. He wondered even more how he would react. It would have to be uncomfortable for both of them. He imagined making them breakfast, but he wasn’t sure whether to sit down with them. It was an odd situation, and he didn’t have answers yet.

When Sandra emerged, wearing yoga pants and a stretch top, his heart fluttered. She looked sexy in anything she wore, but those white yoga pants and tight top made his breathing quicken.

"I can get a bath going for you if you’re ready," he said.

Sandra smiled and noticed Jason’s panties were damp. She shivered, excited by how well things were going. She felt lucky to have both a wonderful lover and a devoted husband. For a moment, she wondered if she did enough for Jason. She had changed his life to meet her needs. He said he loved serving her, but sometimes she wondered if that was enough. She pushed the thought aside and said, “Let’s have a glass of wine first.”

“Okay,” Jason said, brought them two glasses of wine, and sat down next to her.

“How was your day?” he asked.

“Torturous. I had a very difficult time concentrating. I finally had to cancel a meeting with my staff and came home. I didn’t realize it was such a big deal... You know, having a lover in my bed in our house,” she said.

“Are you having second thoughts?” Jason asked.

“Oh, no. It is just a strange feeling, and I have been thinking about you a lot. It has to be even more difficult for you,” she said.

Jason didn’t answer for a few moments. He finally said, “Yes, it has felt weird for me too. I understand the rationale, and I accept that. But it seems... seems so real all of a sudden. It is not like you going to the hotel. This is so much more personal. I mean, neither of us knows him that well, and he doesn’t know us that well either. It has to be weird for him too. I mean, I assume he is going to stay here for breakfast.”

Sandra nodded. “Yes, I don’t want this to feel like a one-night stand. But I don’t think we should overthink this. It will all work out, and I am sure the weirdness will go away. Darien is a really nice guy, and I think we'll both like him a lot. So, let’s enjoy the evening and let things play out.

Jason nodded, and they were quiet for a while. Then he led her to the bathroom and ran her a hot bath.

In the bathroom, Jason paused as he began to undress Sandra. She only had her panties on, and he could see the crotch was wet. He blushed and said, “Do you mind... uh, could I... uh, you know, eat you. I know you wanted to wait, but you look so sexy right now.”

Sandra smiled. She did want to wait, but Jason’s look made her change her mind. She said, “You know I was thinking the same thing. Maybe climaxing a couple of times will take the edge off for me. If not, I might attack Darien the minute he walks in the door. I have been thinking about this all day. But you know, I am all sweaty and wet.”

Jason smiled and said, “You know that is the way I like you.”

“Panties off?” she asked.

“Uh... in a minute,” he said, leading Sandra to her makeup-counter chair. Once she was seated, he placed a towel on the floor and knelt. Then he lifted her legs and spread them. He could see that she was truly soaked. He smelled her, and he loved it. He bent and began to lick her panties gently and heard her moan. He knew she was already on the edge. But he wasn’t going to let her climax that quickly. He used his tongue to run up and down between her swollen lips. He sucked the material into his mouth, pulling more of his juices into his mouth. When he reached the top, where he could see her swollen clit through the wet material, he paused and used his tongue to tease the swollen nub gently. Her moans grew more frantic, and her hands reached for his head. But he resisted, drawing the teasing out until she was mad with desire. Then her legs wrapped around his neck and pulled him tighter. He didn’t resist this time; he had no choice as his mouth was pulled tight against her swollen lips.

Then he began to work his tongue over her. It took but a few seconds before she was climaxing. Her strong legs pulled him so tight that he was afraid she would smother him. She climaxed several times before she released him. But Jason wasn’t done. He pulled the panties off, leaving her pussy open and swollen in front of him. He wasted no time and buried his face between her legs again. She was as wet as he had ever seen her and was practically gushing juices. He worked on her with all the skill he had developed over the years. It was almost as if he were reclaiming her before anything happened. He wanted her to feel his passion and know that his mouth, while not equal to a large cock, was still able to bring her great pleasure.

Sandra was almost swooning as waves of pleasure washed over her. Jason’s skill was unequaled, and he knew all the right places. She couldn’t imagine anyone doing it better. When she finally pushed him away, she could barely stand. She looked down at his wet and smiling face.

Sandra took several long and deep breaths before she said, “Now, if you are done trying to kill me, take my panties and replace the ones you have on. I want you to feel what you did to me all night. I want you to feel my wetness.”

Jason gladly did as she asked, shivering at the feel of the wet and soft material covering him. Then he helped Sandra bathe. When she stepped out, he dried her with a soft, fluffy towel. As he was on his knees drying her ass and the backs of her thighs, he paused.

“Can I do something else for you?”

Sandra looked surprised. “Uh... okay. What?”

Jason smiled again and said, “Lean over the counter.”

Sandra looked at him curiously, but then she suddenly realized what he wanted. She couldn’t and wouldn’t deny him this. It was one of his favorite things to do to her, and she loved it too. “Are you sure?” she teased.

“Yes,” he replied, watching her turn around and bend over. His breath caught in his throat. It was one of his favorite views. Of all parts of her, he loved her ass the most. It was perfect: white, soft, and free of freckles or moles. His hands were shaking as he reached for her cheeks and pulled them open. There it was. Her little star. It was a place he often visited, and it always sent her to a new level of excitement, and him, too.

Sandra looked at herself in the mirror. Her eyes already sparkled, and this unexpected treat made her shiver with excitement. She didn’t know why Jason loved it so much, but she loved that he did. She rightfully assumed that he was claiming her before Darien arrived. He was taking the parts of her that were his alone... his mouth on her front and back. She sucked in her breath when she felt his tongue touch her. “Oh God, Jason,” she gasped.

Jason barely heard her as he began to move his tongue in circles around her little hole, teasing it for a long time... denying himself and her the pleasure of entry. When he finally pushed inside, Sandra started to climax again. He felt it on his tongue, and it made him redouble his efforts. He suddenly felt her hands on the back of his head, pulling him tighter between her cheeks and pushing back. Jason was ecstatic. He had never quite felt her so responsive to his tongue on her back hole. But he loved it.

Jason kept going until Sandra had to push him away again. She was afraid he'd exhaust her before Darien even got there. Still, she knew she had the capacity for receiving pleasure beyond what most women could stand. She had always been able to have almost unlimited climaxes and sometimes in her past had to force herself to stop for fear of expiring... like now.

“Well, that certainly took the edge off,” she gasped, her cheeks flushed with pleasure.

Jason smiled up at her. That was his specialty, and he knew Darien nor any other man could equal what he had done for her. Then Jason led her to the bedroom to show her what he had done.

"Wow, the bedroom is beautiful. You didn't have to go to all this trouble, but it's perfect. I like the outfit. I’ll put it in the bathroom until I'm ready to put it on. I can surprise Darien with it. Thank you. I almost feel like a virgin tonight. It is special that I get to do this in my... our bed, instead of some cold hotel room. It seems so naughty somehow. You have really outdone yourself," Sandra said.

A few moments later, they were in the living room with glasses of wine. Sandra’s reaction was better than he’d hoped, and for a moment, everything felt perfect. Her happiness made him feel good. He remembered the word compersion and really felt it now. He knew jealousy and worry might come back later, but for now, everything was okay.

"Uh... what should I wear?" he asked.

Sandra thought for a moment and said, "My panties, but you can put on your exercise suit."

Jason felt relief.

Sandra grinned.

"Do you have time to sit with me for a bit?" Sandra asked.

"Yes," he said, "but let me check the roast."

A few minutes later, Jason walked into the living room, and Sandra patted the seat beside her, and he sat down. "I know we just talked about this, but how are you feeling about all this now?" she asked.

"Well, I am a little more relaxed about it. As you could tell, I am pretty excited, especially since we haven’t done anything this week," he said.

"Me too. It’s been a rough week for both of us,” she said.

Jason nodded and said, "I tell myself this isn't the first time with Darien, but it still feels like a big step. That bed was just ours before."

Sandra nodded, sipping her wine. "I understand. I admit that I feel a little guilty for being so excited, though. We’re changing something that was just ours. You have given me a lot of pleasure in that bed and will continue to do so. It is yours and mine. Darien and I are just borrowing it for the night."

Jason nodded again but didn’t speak.

Sandra took his hand and said, "I won't let this hurt us. I want us to come out stronger. I feel that we both have a connection to Darien, different in some big ways but the same in others. That makes it easier for me." She paused, her thumb tracing his knuckles gently. For a moment, Sandra looked thoughtful, her eyes drifting. She wondered what it would be like to share something so intimate, wondered if her excitement was selfish or simply honest. She trusted Darien, and the closeness they had begun to form, although different from what she shared with Jason, somehow felt reassuring. But beneath her anticipation, she also sensed anxiety—fear that she might be hurting the man she loved most. Even now, as her heart leaped at the thought of tonight, she wanted desperately for Jason to feel included, not cast aside. Looking up at him, she tried to let him see it all in her gaze.

Jason saw her look of concern and said, “I know that look. You are feeling guilty, but please don’t. It hurts me. I will deal with it, as I've been through everything with you. The truth is, I get to love you, and that is the best thing I have ever done.”

Tears came to Sandra’s eyes. “That’s one of the nicest things you have ever said to me.” She kissed him, long and hard, her heart pounding in her chest.

Jason was breathless when she pulled back. He smiled and said, “If I’d known you’d kiss me like that, I would have said it sooner. We’ve been on this journey together, even if you sometimes had to drag me along. That doesn’t mean I won’t question things, feel jealous, or feel left out. But this is what you need—and what I need. And I know we picked the right guy. The funny thing is, I actually like him. What kind of man likes the guy who’s going to... you know, sleep with his wife in their bed? That’s the bed where we first made love as a married couple in our first apartment.”

“You're right, I didn't even think about that. It sounds crazy, but I feel like you'll be there with me—even if it's just in the next room. You won't be left out, I promise. You know what I mean?”

It took Jason a moment to realize what she meant, and then he blushed.

“You will come to visit, right?” he said.

“Yes. I want to, if you let me,” she said.

“I want that too,” he said and fell silent again.

"What are you thinking? Please share it," she said.

"Sometimes I wonder what people would think if they knew how our marriage changed, and what our life is like, what I do with you after… when you come to visit."

Sandra smiled. "I understand, and have some of the same concerns. Can you imagine what they would think at work? Shock would be an understatement. But it is our business what we do privately.”

“It certainly isn’t conventional. Especially your visits to me afterward,” Jason said.

“Well, I think that's special for both of us. It is a way for you to reclaim me, as we discussed. Besides, no one but you, Darien, and me will ever know what goes on behind our door. It is no one else's business. I love that you do that for me. It is beyond special, and I know that you like it too."

Jason sighed. "I can’t tell if I enjoy it more for myself or I just like making you happy."

"Is there a difference?" Sandra asked with a smile.

Jason thought for a moment and said, "No, I suppose there isn't."

"Then let’s stop worrying and just enjoy it, okay?" she said.

"Okay," Jason said.

"Alright, I’ll go get dressed. Darien will be here soon. I’ll give you two some time before my grand entrance. I’m wearing the flowered summer dress you like."

Jason smiled. She picked the dress for him, not Darien, though he knew Darien would like it too. It was incredibly sexy, short on her thighs and low-cut. Suddenly, he imagined the diamond key around her neck. He knew she would wear it.

Sandra kissed him again and went to the bedroom. He watched her leave, his heart pounding and a soft ache in his chest. He felt so much love for her it almost took his breath away.

A while later, the doorbell rang. Jason took a deep breath and opened the door. Darien stood there in a blue blazer, gray slacks, and a crisp white shirt. Darien’s warm smile helped Jason relax a little, even though his cheeks burned.

Jason smiled and shook his hand, leading him into the living room. "Wine?"

"Beer, if you have it. I think you and I are both beer drinkers at heart," Darien said.

"That’s true," Jason said.

"I really like this neighborhood," Darien said.

"It's nice and quiet," Jason said, heading to the kitchen for beers.

When he came back, Jason sat across from Darien. The room felt tense and awkwardly quiet.

Finally, Darien broke the silence. "I am just as uncomfortable this time as I was last week. What about you?"

Jason smiled. "More, if that is possible. This isn't normal.”

Darien nodded in understanding. "When Sandra invited me, I hesitated, but she's persuasive. I can't imagine how you feel."

"I appreciate your honesty. I don't even know how I feel. What I am sure of is that I love Sandra, and I will do anything, anything, to make her happy. So let me be clear: I don't resent you for what you're doing. I'd do the same in your shoes. She's an amazing, sexy woman. She also needs to be in control, at least in our relationship. We had intimacy problems from the time we first met because, well, I'm not the most well-endowed man around. We barely had sex for over a year, and that was tearing us apart. Sandra tried to hide her frustration at first, but I could see how isolated and uncertain it made her feel. Eventually, she told me what she needed—honestly, I think it was just as hard for her to say as it was for me to hear. Anyway, we both had tough choices. I could have left, or she could have thrown me out. I chose to stay, and she chose to let me, if I obeyed her and her rules. One was to stop my self-abuse, among other bad habits. And now it is taking a lover. You.”

Darien nodded but didn’t speak.

Jason filled in the void and said, "Don't get me wrong, I struggled when she said she wanted to bring you here, and still do, probably always will, to some extent. But I accept it. Sandra's convinced me that you coming here is the safest thing for all of us. And she's right. So here we are."

Darien took a deep breath and nodded, but his hand trembled just slightly as he set his beer on the table. "Wow. I'm not sure what to say now." He hesitated, the words slow to come, as if he was sorting through the swirl of emotions inside him: the pressure of being welcomed into something so intimate, the uneasy sense of crossing a boundary, and the sharp undercurrent of excitement that seemed to pulse just beneath his calm expression. "I thank you for your honesty. As we discussed at the restaurant, I have no desire to come between you and her." He paused again, searching Jason's eyes for any sign of resentment. A nervous smile flickered across his lips, and he exhaled slowly. "I'm honored that she chose me and that you've accepted that. Between you and me—Sandra's going to have my account. Not because of our relationship, but because she and the company earned it. I haven't told her yet. I thought I would tonight after dinner."

Jason grinned, wanting to jump for joy. But he controlled himself. "Wow, that is fantastic. That was fast. She'll be thrilled. Full partnership for her."

"That's what I hear," Darien said, smiling.

"Thank you," Jason said. “I don’t know how to thank you.”

“Well, not to be crude, but allowing me to make love to that beautiful woman in the other room seems like a pretty good thank you.”

Jason smiled and shook Darien’s hand warmly. Suddenly, his nerves faded, or at least weren’t as strong. This was a dream come true for both him and Sandra. She would be thrilled.

A moment later, the bedroom door opened, and Sandra emerged.

Jason felt a thrill go through him like nothing he had ever felt before. He was lightheaded, and his cage had never felt so tight. It wasn’t just her look; it was what would happen right there in their own bedroom tonight. Images of his gorgeous wife in this man's arms flashed through his mind like a kaleidoscope. It took his breath away. There was no turning back. He couldn't stop it, even if he wanted to.

To Be Continued