It’s late when we get home. I figured Griff might not be here since he knew Sebastian and I went out tonight. I thought maybe he’d go back to his own house and give us a night alone, but when we walk in the bedroom, he’s on the left side of our bed.

I feel so many things—reluctance and concern, affection and sorrow. I want to feel more of the good feelings like Sebastian wants, but I can’t help worrying that my husband is wrong. I’m so deeply and profoundly attached to Sebastian. I know I managed to live many years without him, but to be honest, I’m not sure how anymore. When I met Sebastian, it was like waking up one day and realizing you’ve been living your life as half a person. For every weakness I have, he has strength. For every pocket of uncertainty, he knows what to do. For every doubt that’s ever crawled through my mind, Sebastian has confidence. It was literally as if I had spent my whole life waiting for this partner—someone carved out to fit me.

We were perfect together. Nauseatingly perfect, if you ask anyone who knows us.

When he needed me to add one more person to our family so he could keep him, I agreed. I have been abundantly cooperative.

But I guess Sebastian is right. I’ve opened my legs, but not my heart. In my heart, I’ve kept Griff firmly in a friend box.

I’ve been managing Griff, not opening up to him. I wanted him to open up to me, but I’ve held stuff back. I haven’t stopped him when I felt him being competitive with Sebastian and told him it was a problem and that I wanted him to stop.

I need to let him burrow deeper. I need to treat that relationship with all the care and investment I would a singular relationship if I didn’t already have my other half.

I don’t know how all this works. I’m not sure it’s going to go the way Sebastian expects it to, but I won’t question my husband. The only way to see if he’s right is to do as he says. If he’s wrong and Griff becomes a problem, we’ll deal with it. If it’s too late and I’ve already developed deeper feelings for him, I’ll deal with the heartache.

As long as I have Sebastian, everything will ultimately be fine.

Griff is in bed, but he’s awake and looking up at the screen of his phone. When we come in, he leans over and puts it on his bedside table, plugging it into the charger.

“Hey. Hope it’s okay I’m here.”

Sebastian doesn’t respond immediately. I get the impression he’s waiting for me to say something, but all the words stick in my mouth. Finally, Sebastian recovers with an easy, “Of course, Griff. You’re always welcome here.”

I glance down at the carpet. Sebastian’s hands firmly grasp my shoulders, steadying me. He moves one hand to drag the zipper down my back. The sides of my dress sag and Sebastian pushes the sheath down, yanking it past my hips until my dress is on the ground.

I close my eyes as his lips brush the ball of my shoulder. He drags them a few inches to the right, then a few more. When he gets to the nape of my neck, he pauses and kisses me there. I exhale helplessly, goosebumps rising all over. His hand comes around the front of my body and he cups my breast through the thin fabric of my bra.

“Isn’t she beautiful?” he murmurs, between kisses.

Griff’s voice is low, gravelly. “Yeah, she is.”

“We’re lucky men,” Sebastian remarks, pushing his hand down the front of my panties and cupping me. I gasp, unprepared for the sudden sensation. It’s never been a fantasy of mine to be watched, but I can’t deny it’s shamefully erotic to stand here on display while my husband plays with my pussy, Griff’s hungry gaze drifting from him to me. He wants to play, too, but he’s waiting to see if he’s invited.

I know he will be. Sebastian doesn’t want to play games tonight, he doesn’t want to show Griff up, he wants him to be included. He wants me to fall for him. He wants me stripped bare and vulnerable, needing him, needing Griff. He wants me to let go. He wants a lot from me.

He’ll give a lot back, though. They both will. I love the physical part of this arrangement. I’m a little less confident letting both of them inside my heart, but inside of my body is simple. It was only scary that first night, when I was worried it would hurt my relationship with Sebastian.

But it didn’t. I pushed past the fear, moved outside of my comfort zone, and now I’m overwhelmed with pleasure on a regular basis.

So maybe it will be the same with my heart. It’s probably natural to be afraid, but just like when I let go of my fear before, maybe something great will come out of it.

Since Griff is watching, I reach down and grab Sebastian’s wrist. He pauses and looks at me, awaiting an explanation.

“I want to go to Griff,” I tell him, softly.

Nodding, my husband withdraws his hand from my panties and tells me, “Go ahead.”

It still makes me feel like I swallowed my heart to tell my husband I want to leave him and go to someone else, even if only in this moment, only across the room, but when I look at Griff and see the surprise on his face, I feel like it was the right thing to do. He needs to feel preferred every once in a while.

I smile softly as I approach. “Want to play with me, Griff?”

“I do,” he murmurs, his gaze locked on me as I climb up on his lap and straddle him. His big hands move to my small waist, gently holding me in place. My breasts are still covered, but right in his face. I reach behind my back and unhook my bra, peeling off the scrap of fabric and dropping it on the bed beside us.

Griff’s hungry gaze goes to my breasts and he pulls me closer, bending to take one of my nipples into his hot mouth. I can feel his cock straining against me so I grind against him. He groans against my breast, teasing the nipple with his tongue until I’m arching backward.

Sebastian walks up behind me. I can feel him standing at the edge of the bed, in front of Griff’s legs. Just his presence creates tension in my loins, just the feeling of him standing behind me, watching me. His strength radiates off of him and seeps into me, melting me into a pool of need.

Behind me, Sebastian silently demands.

In front of me, Griff openly reveres.

My heart kicks up a couple speeds. I’m drunk on the pair of them already, and I’m not even fully undressed.

Sebastian leans in, his hot breath triggering awareness even before his mouth lands. Then he begins kissing his way from my shoulder to my neck. When he gets to my hypersensitive neck, my brain shuts off and my body takes over. I arch my breasts against Griff’s mouth while leaning my head back against Sebastian.

“I need you both,” I murmur.

Sebastian’s hand skates down my back. “That’s right, sweetheart. You’ll have us both.” He straightens, then tells Griff, “Take off her panties.”

Griff grabs my hips and flips me on my back. I gasp at the light impact. He’s on top of me in a flash, dragging my panties down my legs.

“Spread your legs, Moira. Show Griff your pussy. See if he wants a taste.”

Sebastian’s words alone send shivers down my spine. I feel unspeakably naughty doing as he says, spreading my legs for Griff. He looks at the apex of my thighs like Heaven awaits him there, then he bends to breach the gates. I throw my head back and close my eyes while Griff licks me where Sebastian touched me only moments earlier.

The bed creaks and I open my eyes to see my beautiful husband joining me on the bed. Even as tension builds within me while his best friend eats my pussy, the sight of my husband fills me up. I need him. I need his lips on mine, his skin pressed against me. I don’t tell him with words, but he can see it in my eyes. I can tell by the way he smiles and leans down to brush his lips tenderly against mine.

I’m too desperate for tender, though. I grab the back of his head and crush his lips to mine, opening for him, needing more. Griff suddenly pushes two fingers inside me and jagged pleasure slices through me. I cry out against Sebastian’s mouth and hold him tighter. Now my husband’s hand covers the breast Griff lavished with attention and he gives it a gentle squeeze, kissing me leisurely, like he has all day to do it. It’s so hard to concentrate with Griff’s tongue on my clit, my husband’s deft fingers toying with my nipple while his tongue owns mine. Pleasure fires on too many cylinders. I can’t breathe. The whole world tilts on its axis and Griff grabs my hips, holding me still when I try to get away.

“Oh, God. Oh, God.” I break free from Sebastian’s mouth, then latch back on desperately, needing his kisses, needing him to catch me. Griff sends me over the edge with his wonderful mouth. The bubble of pleasure bursts and I cry out against my husband’s perfect lips.

“Mm, your pleasure tastes good,” Sebastian murmurs roughly. Without waiting for me to put myself back together, he grabs my legs and shifts, dragging me sideways. I can’t move, so I let him drag me, I let him spread my legs. I think nothing of his hand breaching my sensitive entrance, dipping deep and pulling from the well of my arousal.

I’m suddenly jolted into thinking, however, when I feel him draw that moisture out and spread it lower. My ass?

My stomach sinks. We don’t make a habit of doing anal, but the only time he starts lubing me up is when he’s going to take my ass. He must see the worry flit across my face because he smiles and leans down to give me a reassuring kiss.

“Um… you want…?” I feel oddly shy asking about that with Griff here. Griff’s seen me naked, he’s seen me get fucked, seen me suck Sebastian’s dick, watched me suck his own dick—but we have not gone near my ass. When they fuck me at the same time, one takes my pussy, one takes my mouth.

“Griff, do you want her pussy or her ass?” Sebastian asks, pushing a finger into that tight, resistant hole.

Since this is unchartered territory, Griff looks a little unsure, too. He looks at me. “Does Moira want one of us to take her ass?”

Sebastian is dismissive. “Every hole on this body is ours to do with as we please.”

Fuck, if that doesn’t turn me on. I know my husband treasures me, but when he talks about my body like that… God, he sets me on fire with lust.

My greedy pussy is already starting to feel bereft without one of them inside me, especially with Sebastian saying things like that. I want to fuck something—someone’s cock, someone’s face, both of their cocks. I’m not completely comfortable with the idea, but that seems to be where Sebastian is heading with this.

Griff doesn’t speak up quickly enough, so Sebastian decides for him. “All right, you take the front, I’ll take the back.”

“We’re both going to be inside her at the same time?”

“Mm hmm,” Sebastian murmurs, reaching his free hand up to brush my hair back tenderly. “We’re going to fill my beautiful little wife up with both our cocks. You’ll like that, won’t you, sweetheart?”

I can’t quite manage words, but I nod my head.

Sebastian continues to caress me tenderly, while saying, “Yeah, you’re my hungry little slut, aren’t you?”

God, yes I am.

“I need…” I stop just short of saying you, but fuck, do I need him. I need to be filled up. I need one of them inside me right now, battering the walls of my pussy, pounding into me until I’m bursting with pleasure.

Griff used Sebastian’s playtime to finish getting undressed, so now he climbs on the bed, his heated gaze on mine. I’m writhing with need already. Sebastian is still playing with my ass, but seeing me in need, Griff reaches down and sinks a finger inside my pussy.

I moan with relief. “Oh, yes. Thank you.”

Griff smiles, stealing a kiss and murmuring against my mouth. “What did I tell you about that?”

“Did you give her an order, Griff?” Sebastian asks, sounding impressed. “Good. If she disobeyed, make sure you punish her for it. Take her disobedience out on this pretty little pussy.”

Griff meets my gaze and rolls his eyes at Sebastian. I crack a smile, but lose it almost as fast as their skilled hands send another spike of pleasure shooting through me.

“Lie down right here,” Sebastian tells Griff. “She’s going to ride you.”

I’m horny enough to go along with it as Sebastian guides me, as my husband lowers me onto another man’s cock and then tilts my body until I’m in just the position he wants me in. Even though it’s foreign and strange, it’s a little exhilarating, not being quite sure what comes next or how this works. Griff holds me close, offering comfort and stability, while my husband rams past the generous boundaries of my comfort zone, positioning himself behind me. The cock that I love so much breaches the wrong hole and I tense.

“Relax,” Griff coaches me, caressing my face with his big, rough hand.

That’s easy for him to say; he’s not about to be invaded by two huge dicks.

Sebastian pauses at Griff’s reassurance and runs a hand down my back. “Relax, sweetheart. You’re gonna like this.”

There’s no way he knows that, but he speaks with such confidence that I believe him. I take a breath and try to relax my body. Griff is already inside me, I only have to bear down and take one more cock.

My husband brushes his swollen head between my parted ass cheeks and I start to have second thoughts. Griff cuts them off, still caressing my face, but also drawing me in for a kiss. It’s a gentle, tender kiss and it gives me butterflies in my stomach. I want to ride him—he’s inside me, I want to feel him move—but I have to wait for Sebastian.

Sebastian pushes inside me and I let out a faint whimper against Griff’s mouth. He holds me tighter like he wants to protect me, but my husband keeps pushing. I squeeze my eyes shut and bury my face in Griff’s shoulder.

Oh, fuck, this feels weird.

“Are you okay?” Griff murmurs.

“Yeah,” I assure him, holding onto his shoulders and glancing back at Sebastian.

“Fuck, you are tight,” Sebastian tells me, reaching for my hair and grabbing a fistful. He tugs my head back while he withdraws, then eases inside me again. I try to focus as he starts to give Griff directions, but once my body adjusts and they both start moving inside me, I can’t concentrate on anything other than the new sensations. My body has never been this full before. It’s the strangest feeling on its own, but then thinking about it, about Griff and Sebastian both inside my body at the same time—it’s dizzying. Griff is still checking on me, making sure I’m okay. Sebastian isn’t. He knows my body can handle it and now he uses it for his pleasure.

The strangest—and most intoxicating—part of this, though, is how I have absolutely no control. I am powerless, the movements of my body dictated by the movements of theirs. They find a rhythm that works for them and I’m just along for the ride, sandwiched between them while they move in and out of my body in tandem, filling me with their cocks, running their hands all over me, grabbing, caressing, teasing. They do whatever they want to me with their lips and hands and cocks. I’m a receptacle for their desires. My body belongs to them—I belong to them. As if to emphasize their ownership over me, Sebastian turns my head sideways, claiming my lips while Griff thrusts up inside me so hard I can’t keep from crying out.

The pleasure is beyond words. Beyond any feelings I’ve ever known before. Normally I feel like I’m building to an orgasm, but right now I feel like I live inside one. I can’t breathe normally. Griff and Sebastian seem to communicate without words, one speeding up while the other moves slower, pushing more deeply inside me, then switching paces. At one point they both pick up the pace and I feel like a fuckdoll, being bounced and used by these two strong men, chasing their pleasure inside my body.

It’s incredible. It’s intense. I have butterflies swarming my already too-full body. I’m floating in a pool of pure pleasure. They seem to accept that I have the hang of this now and they stop taking turns altogether—they both pound into me hard and deep. I lose my last shred of control and come apart, crying out as Griff drowns me in a sea of pleasure with his cock. Bless his girth, he hammers that big, beautiful cock into my G-spot until magic occurs. Only now the magic is happening and I have no control of anything, all I can do is cry out against Griff’s chest while he continues to fuck me, while Sebastian buries himself inside me. Oh, God, the orgasm won’t end. The friction of Griff’s cock rubbing the same pleasure spot only seems to intensify it, the thrust of Sebastian’s hips pushing me harder onto Griff’s cock.

“Oh, God,” I cry helplessly.

And helpless, I am. The only thing I’m capable of right now is feeling, and I feel everything.

“Are you okay?” Griff asks again.

I nod, closing my eyes and letting them have their way with me.

Sebastian’s hand tightens in my hair. “Ride his cock, baby. Ride it hard.”

“I can’t,” I murmur. “I can’t do anything.” I try to obey. I try to grind my pussy but I give up. It’s too difficult with both of them moving inside me at the same time.

“Do you like that?” Sebastian asks, roughly.

He already knows the answer, but I tell him anyway. “I love it.”

Their rhythm is perfect now. They thrust my body back and forth like they were born to. I take both of them like I was born to. I come again. And again. And again. I think they’re separate orgasms, at least. I can’t be entirely sure. I’m just a vessel of pleasure at this point. It all feels so good all the time.

Griff comes inside me first. I’m so relieved when he stops thrusting and I can collapse on top of him. He holds me in his arms while Sebastian continues to fuck me in the ass. I whimper and sigh; I bury my face in Griff’s chest and start to touch myself. I’m exhausted, but I want to come with Sebastian.

I rub my clit while he fucks me, while I lie on top of Griff, and the pleasure expands again. Sebastian wants it too, so he warns me, giving my body just enough time so I’m riding me climax as he explodes inside me.

I try to catch my breath. Sebastian pulls out of me and crawls on the bed beside us. My heart is still pounding. My husband grabs me around the waist and drags me off Griff, pulling me snugly back against his chest and kissing my shoulder.

This is his way of making sure I’m okay. He rarely asks, doesn’t feel the need to, but he holds me now and that’s all I need.

Griff rolls over on his side and scoots closer to me. I smile softly and reach out my hand to run it across his jaw. It’s about all the strength I can muster right now. My body feels like Jell-o. Every ounce of strength has been fucked out of me. I want Griff closer, I want to be held close to both of them, but I can’t move.

“Come closer. I want you both to cuddle me.”

Griff glances past me at Sebastian, perhaps for permission. Probably that. We’re always looking to Sebastian to tell us what to do. I’m sure he likes that; I just hope Griff doesn’t mind it.

That reminds me of all the work I need to do and I don’t have the mental capacity for all that right now. I just want the simple pleasure of having my two men hold me close. Griff must get whatever permission he needs because he slides closer and drapes his arm across my waist. His massive, muscular chest is so warm and comforting in front of me, while my husband’s strong arms are locked around me from behind.

I close my eyes, feeling so safe and loved here between them. I should probably feel filthy, filled with their cum, my body held between them. I don’t, though. I feel treasured. I know how much each of these men cares for me, I know how much they care for each other, and I love being the glue that holds them together.