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Noah’s half-naked body shines with sweat from the effects of his workout, his dick tenting his white running shorts and his jaw straining. His hand holds mine so tightly our palms sweat.

With his darkened eyes locked onto mine, I don’t have to ask my husband what he needs. I take the hand Beck is resting on my waist to get his attention, and he stops his assault of kisses on my neck, standing to full height.

I tug Noah until the three of us are standing close enough our breaths become one, inhales and exhales synced together like ocean waves lapping at the shoreline.

I pull my hands from theirs, my touch slowly traveling over their bodies until I’m caressing the backs of their necks. The two men stare at me, waiting for my next move.

I don’t know what’s come over me. Maybe it was my conversation with Stevie before this, or maybe I’ve completely lost my mind, but all I can think of right now is that this is the moment that changes everything for us. And not just for Noah and myself, but Beck, too.

I press the two men closer, and they take no time figuring out what I want. They kiss, this time their tongues devouring at equal strength. I move in and lean forward to kiss Beck’s shoulder then over to Noah’s. He shivers and breaks his kiss with the other man, shifting to face me. His lips descend on mine before I can speak.

Noah kisses me hard, harder than he has in a very long time. I moan into his mouth, and he groans back, the vibrations tickling my sensitive skin. I smile into the kiss, our tongues continuing to duel as my husband claims me.

God, I missed him, our connection and this unleashed side of him. It’s like having my old Noah back, the man who couldn’t get enough of me.

Noah glides a hand down my back and cups my ass, maneuvering so his leg puts pressure on my clit. I cry out, and he kisses down to my neck to lightly suck on my pulse point like he did during the exercise earlier. My hooded eyes find Beck, who’s behind Noah. My hand has traveled to grip his strong, thick forearm, keeping him close to us.

I grind into Noah’s leg, and Beck swallows hard, an unsure look flashing over his features. I understand it, because I don’t know what any of this means for my marriage with Noah or what feelings I’m developing for Beck. But I do know I want him here, just as much as I know Noah does.

Noah’s hand slips between us, and he lifts up my dress. In place of his leg, he grinds his cock against me, dry humping me like we did in the college dorms.

I use what strength I can leverage and guide Beck closer to Noah. His large body molds into my husband’s until Noah is sandwiched between us.

Noah moans against my neck. “Fuck, Beck, your cock is so hard.”

My husband talking about another man’s cock probably should irk me, but it only brings me closer to my second orgasm of the day. Sparks shoot from the base of my spine all the way up to the top of my head.

Noah sucks on the place where my shoulder meets my neck, and I stare directly into Beck’s eyes.

“Kiss me, Beck,” I say.

Noah says something along the lines of “Do it,” and Beck’s mouth is on mine again with Noah still between us.

I get lost in the heat of us, the stroke of Beck’s tongue. Noah sucks on my neck, one of his hands gripping my ass and holding me against the bulge of his cock so he hits my clit just right every time he moves.

Beck’s moving, too, and we become a mixture of touch and crude sounds. After a while, I can’t tell whose hands are where, but I do know that my orgasm is close. Noah’s is, too—his mouth is sloppy on my skin, and his dick swells against me.

“Fuck, I’m gonna come,” Noah grunts. “I feel how close you both are. Fucking use my body and get off.” His voice is a plea, not something I’m used to hearing.

He rocks his hardness into me, and I grind forward as Beck thrusts against Noah, one of his sturdy hands holding on to me. He kisses me hard again, moaning as we both do what Noah asked of us. My release is so close I can taste it.

Beck pulls away from my lips, his brown eyes almost black, his face tight with restraint.

“Come with me, pretty girl.” He nips at Noah’s bare shoulder. “You, too.”

Noah cries out, his body shuddering at Beck’s command. The warmth of his cum seeps through his shorts as he continues to grind his pulsing dick against my sex. Beck’s fingers grip my arm, Noah’s clutch my ass, and I shatter for the second time today while connected to another man’s gaze alongside my husband’s touch.

This release is even more intense than before, like my very soul has left my body and won’t ever return the same.

I hold on to them both, forcing my eyes to remain open. Beck’s eyes close, and he jerks against Noah, his brow pinched as his orgasm takes over. He swears as he comes, his shoulders folding forward and body shaking so beautifully I wish I could photograph it.

The three of us stand together next to the treadmill, the aftershocks of what just took place settling over us as we all come down from our mutual highs.

Beck steps back and clears his throat, bursting the bubble we’d created. “I should go clean up.”

His words are surprisingly cold, and Noah stiffens against me. He kisses my shoulder before he pulls away, turning to look at his former lover.

Current lover?