Refusing to humiliate her further by making her beg, I silence her with a kiss. One that starts out slow and tender but quickly catches fire. One second, we’re exploring new territory with delicate caresses, and the next, our basest instincts vanquish any semblance of control we might’ve still possessed. She’s ripping at my pants, and my hands are gripped to her ass, our labored breaths mimicking the erratic thrashing of our hearts.

It’s uninhibited.

Complete chaos.

And quite possibly the most freeing experience of our lives.

“Yes,” she moans, her long nails scoring my back as I lift her to sit on the edge of the bed.

Wheezing for air, I step between her parted legs, staring down at my wife in silent reverie, committing every dip and curve to memory.

The age-old question begs, what do you do when you finally have everything you’ve ever wanted? But the answer eludes me. Because with this little breather comes a hint of clarity, and with it my doubts come creeping back in.

“How are your pants still up?” Sammi groans, clearly not suffering from the same dilemma as she tosses her head back in exasperation. “Show me the goods, Livingston.”

“Don’t you have the internet?” I ask, hinting at a photo a one-night stand somehow managed to leak to the paps last year. “Thought the whole world had seen it by now.”

“That was…real?” She gapes at me, slack-jawed. Her greedy eyes drop to my crotch briefly before she visibly catches herself and jerks them back to mine.

She looks like a kid who’s just been handed the keys to Willy Wonka’s chocolate factory, and I am barely holding back a guffaw. I have to admit it was quite a flattering angle. I wasn’t even mad about it.

Anika, however, was ready to bury me alive.

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” I taunt.

“Uh…” she drawls. “Yeah.” Sammi whips a hand to the space between us, giving her fingers a few solid snaps. “Let’s see it. I showed you mine, now show me yours.”

“Where’s your patience, Li’l Bit?”

“Died out about midway through your vows,” she clips. “Stop thinking so much.” Palms pressed to the mattress; she leans back, crossing her ankles. She’s an absolute vision, reclined on my bed, her long curls framing her breasts. “We don’t have to fight it anymore.”

“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” I grunt. “And too damn sexy for my own good.” I scrub a hand over my face, huffing out a heady breath. “You’ll be the death of me, Jailbait.”

“I just might if you don’t do something about this ache between my legs.”

I lock eyes with hers while leisurely trailing a finger between her breasts and down her stomach, before dragging it along her slit to test her wetness.

Her perky tits rise and fall with her sharp intake of breath.