“Yes. You and me. Oh God, Julian, I’m so fucking close?—”
“Nothing will ever change that?—”
“Yes, yes, fuck, yes?—”
“Come for me, Sophie.”
She does, and her pussy grips me as her eyes roll into the back of her head. The tight squeezes draw my climax out, and my knees shake as my cock pulses into her.
“Fuck!” I roar, coming hard and fast, spilling into her with zero abandon.
She goes limp as the last of it leaves our bodies, and for several seconds, I just hold her, pressing her back into the wall as I breathe heavily into the space between her neck and ear.
I thought I’d buried it, whatever this thing with Kai is. But seeing him now, watching him watch us… it’s all starting to come apart at the seams.
Neither of us says anything—we just stand there, catching our breaths, the hallway thick with a silence that feels almost confessional. The party is still going downstairs, but it feels so far away from this moment. There’s a charge between us, as if we’ve crossed into territory we can’t retreat from.Malakai Ravage.His name lingers unspoken between us, like a spark that’s finally caught fire.
For so long, he was a forbidden presence I kept carefully pushed away, a relic of another life, a fantasy I never let fully surface. In the years since I met Sophie, I’d convinced myself I’d let him go, that what we shared was locked firmly in the past. But over time, the idea of him crept back in, tucked into casual remarks, brief mentions of his name that felt electric. At first, I was careful. I only let myself wonder what Sophie might think if she knew I still thought of him. But as we became closer, I noticed how her curiosity about him grew, too. Small, offhand comments about his job as a pastor or seeing him working in our house turned into subtle, unguarded interest.
Somehow, without either of us saying it out loud, Kai had become a shared intrigue, a half-formed desire. A kind of thrill neither of us admitted to but both secretly entertained. It was the edge of danger that came from knowing there was someone else we both craved, a ripple of excitement that stayed at the edges of our lives, out of reach but never entirely out of mind.
Of course neither of us would ever consider cheating—it was unthinkable, and I knew Sophie felt the same way.
But something had changed tonight.
Even though Kai had walked away, his presence had lingered in the air. The look on his face before he’d turned—the quiet fury and confusion—had left an undeniable mark on both of us.
I could feel him in the air between us like a haunting.
He’d become more than a fantasy. He was real now, and he’d turned into a dangerous fascination neither of us could deny.
Sophie meets my gaze, and I know she feels it too. There’s a hunger in her eyes, a thrill that comes from knowing the boundaries we’d only teased at have been completely erased.
Kai had become part of our shared fantasy.
It’s something neither of us will be able to unsee.
And tonight, he’d infiltrated our marriage bed, without even being here.
What if I let him stay? Would he like that? Would that make him happy?
Would he have watched me touch her?Fuckher?
Or would he have touched us both?
The room is quiet, but the choice hangs between us like a precipice—either we embrace this, let the idea of him move from fantasy into something more real, or we step back, cut the threads, and walk away from whatever might lie down this path. Full steam ahead, or sever the pull we feel, once and for all.
But as I watch her, the hint of a smile, a spark of something electric in her eyes, I know there’s no going back.
I tell myself this is just a phase—a fleeting curiosity. But deep down, I know it isn’t.
It never was.
I wonder if Kai knows how easy it would be to break the rules.
I wonder if he’d even hesitate to participate.
To involve him in our fantasies… for real this time.
