The Other Man (The Other Man Series Book 1) (5 page)

“Ok,” I croaked, barely able to keep my feet. “Ok, ok, yeah, we’ll do it.”

She hopped up onto the kitchen counter, shoved my trousers down to my ankles and guided my straining cock to her entrance.

“Fuck me, Blake.”

Hook, line and sinker.

She couldn’t have played that any better.

God damn it.

I paced the lounge, wondering if maybe it was
me
who had lost their mind.

Instead of doing what I should have done and telling Carlie that sexual coercion is null and void when it involves something as monumental as a threesome with another man, I let her make her plans. Which, may I add, she didn’t waste any time doing. It was the Saturday after I had agreed to her ridiculous idea and Carlie had me waiting around while she ‘got herself ready’.

Is she fucking kidding me with this shit?

Honestly, I couldn’t have felt like less of man. Waiting for
my wife
to get ready, to make herself look even more beautiful for another fucking guy. I was working myself up, and not in the way she wanted me to. I wasn’t excited, or nervous at all. I was purely just pissed off. Seeing as the asshole who had agreed to come and be a part of...whatever it was, would be arriving any minute, I didn’t have time to talk myself down.

The doorbell rang and Carlie shouted down for me to answer it. I was pretty certain that it wasn’t possible to feel any more awkward, until she said that. Me answer the door to this guy?
Not
a good idea. I did it anyway.

I opened the door, stepped forward, and punched the stranger across the jaw. My fist connecting with his chin, it didn’t feel nearly as good as it should have. He barely moved an inch. I shook out the pain in my hand and watched in confusion as the guy smiled, split lip and all.

“Not exactly the welcome I was expecting, but let’s get all of your anger out now shall we?” His fingers came to his mouth and he winced when they came away bloody, “Nice shot though. I’m Zach.”

He held out his hand. Like I was going to shake it? Fuck no.

My shoulders twitched with the need to punch him again, to try and rid him of the smugness that radiated from him. He was saved when Carlie came bounding down the stairs.

“Blake! What are you doing?” She sucked in a breath at, what I’m assuming was,
Zach’s
split lip.

“Don’t worry about it, beautiful. I could do with something to stop the bleeding though!”

The fucker smiled again and stepped around me to hug Carlie. Instantly, I knew that it was going to destroy me to go through with it. The guy was everything I wasn’t. Never having worried about feeling self-conscious before, even in the slightest, I fought back the doubts in my mind.

He was broad shouldered, taller than me, but not by much and his face just
screamed
‘there isn’t a person alive who doesn’t want a piece of me’. He was what women’s dreams were made of. No wonder Carlie wanted to play with him.

I hated him touching her and I just hated him. Carlie scowled at me over his shoulder. How was I the bad guy in the situation? He turns up to
my
house, in his gym gear, knowing his plan was to fuck my wife, and I’m in the wrong? No.

“Come through to the kitchen, we’ll get that sorted. I’m sorry about him, he’s having a few issues with this,” she dismissed me.

“Don’t,” I said quietly. “Don’t you dare, Carlie. I agreed to go along with this fucked up mess
for you
. I’m letting this fucker in our house
for you
. Right now, I’m holding onto my last shred of control and not letting my anger go,
for you
. So don’t put that shit on me. Don’t throw around words like ‘issues’ when this isn’t about me. This is
all
about you. My thoughts on the matter are clear, now let’s get this shit over with.”

She didn’t respond but she did have the sense to look guilty. So she should. Without sounding like the pussy she was making me out to be, it was tearing me apart inside.

“Does this bother you?” Considering I wasn’t looking at him, Zach’s question made my eyes fly to his. His hand snaked around the curve of Carlie’s waist and he pulled her back into him. “Or what about this?”

That same hand climbed upwards; I ignored the fact that she had dressed up in some, sheer, lacy, red little corset thing and concentrated on her reaction. Her eyes had turned glassy, and her breathing was accelerating. Her face screamed nervous anticipation but her body was already paying attention. If I didn’t look at his hands, if I didn’t listen to the words that came out of his mouth, just reading her body’s reactions was almost beautiful.

Realising that this guy was playing me, with my own wife’s arousal, I reacted. I moved across the room, swung Carlie around into my arms and stepped back, putting a few feet of space between them. She yelped, but turned to face him, picking up on my signals.

“This isn’t your game,” I told Zach. “If we’re doing this, we do it my way.”

Panting for breath, Carlie wheezed out a suggestion that we should be talking first, setting some rules. I didn’t want to talk to the guy. If he overstepped a boundary, if he pushed me too far, he’d just have to learn the rules along the way. Stupid maybe, but sitting down and having a discussion would just ruin me. I could let this play out, and I would.

Conjuring up the visions of Carlie’s speech about this night, I carved out a plan in my head.

I gripped Carlie’s hips and squeezed but kept my eyes on Zach, “She’s beautiful, isn’t she? How many times have you watched her work-out and thought ‘I wish I could have her’? How many times have you gone home and jerked off to the thought of being able to do this?” I slipped my fingers along the edge of her panties and teased her entrance. “How many times have you thought about how it would feel to hear her moan your name as she comes? Or to watch her ride your cock like a pro?”

Other than a barely-noticeable lip twitch, he showed no outward reaction but I knew my words were affecting him. The way Carlie’s inner walls were clenching around my fingers made me continue.

“Don’t forget that I hold all the cards here. Your mind games won’t work on me,” I kept up my relentless assault on Carlie’s senses as I spoke. “If you want to come closer, you ask
me
. You want to touch her, you ask
me
. You even want to
look
at her, you...ask...me. Or you can leave and just keep dreaming about it because you’ll
never
get the reality. Understood?”

Carlie whimpered when I sped up my fingers, her juices coated my hand and Zach’s eyes fell to her pussy. He nodded slowly, but his confidence didn’t falter when he confirmed, “Understood.”

I thought he’d immediately come closer, or ask to at least, but he didn’t. Leaning against the opposite wall, he crossed his arms over his broad chest and stared. His eyes were hungry and his fists clenched, he was keeping his reaction in check. Carlie was right, I wanted to toy with him.

I sucked on the sensitive skin at the base of her neck and she moaned when I lightly twisted one nipple. Her hips moved in tandem with my fingers, she was searching for it. I wanted to toy with Zach, I wanted to toy with Carlie. The rush of control, of possession, was too strong.

“Look, Carlie. Look at him. You were right. My beautiful wife has him in the palm of her hand because he craves her. Open your legs wider, baby. Show him how wet you are, let him see how much it turns you on when I fuck you with my fingers. You want his mouth on your clit, you want him to suck you while I fuck you? You, baby, you need to make him beg for it.”

“Blake…” She rasped, her body pleading with me. I wanted the words. I needed them.

“You know what I need, Carlie,” I slowed my fingers and she mewled in protest.

Panting, she opened her eyes and stared at Zach.

“Zach,” she began, “Please…”

His mouth pursed and he rested one foot back against the wall, “Please what, Carlie?”

Oh he was good, I’d give him that.

“I need, I need, Zach please!”

Biting down on his bottom lip, hiding a grin, he inched forward but stopped.

“What is it, Carlie? What do you want from me?”

“Beg him!” She cried. “Please, Zach! Please, I can’t cope with it. Please, please…” She trailed off on a moan when I thrust my fingers inside hard and fast.

I held Zach’s eyes, silently daring him. Could he do it? Could he sacrifice a little of his ego and beg me? Clenching his jaw, he edged forward again, stopping just short of touching Carlie and he fell to his knees.

“Please, Blake. Let me give her what she needs,” he asked.

I raised one eyebrow, “What
she
needs?”

“What I need. What we
all
want...I’m begging you.”

“You want it, pretty baby? You need it?” I whispered in Carlie’s ear.

“Yes, yes! I need it, Blake!”

I parted her lips, showing Zach every inch of her glistening pussy, giving him one last tease before I let him have what he wanted.

“Do it. Lick her, Zach. And don’t be gentle, fuck her with your mouth. Go on, do it.”

With one last glance at my face, he moved forward and put his mouth on Carlie. She cried out and trembled in my arms, her legs giving way with the first lash of his tongue. My cock jumped painfully but I needed the ache to keep me grounded, to keep me from throwing Carlie down and fucking her like a rampant animal on the floor. If I did that, it would be over before it really got started.

Her hands fell to Zach’s hair and she tugged him closer, grinding her hips into his face. Shocking me to the core, I realised that it wasn’t just her reactions turning me on. It was watching
him
give them to her. I tried to focus, to keep my mind on the fact that this was all for Carlie, but it was an impossible feat.

The little suction noises he was making. The way Carlie turned her face into my neck and whimpered. The sight of his stubble, wet from her pussy. It was sensory overload. I had to fuck her, immediately.

“Stop,” I grated out, my voice sounding harsh to my own ears. “Strip, and sit over there.”

I moved my chin, directing Zach to sit on the sofa. He stopped instantly and looked up at me. Eyes narrowing like he was trying to guess my plans.

I couldn’t tear my eyes away from him as he lifted his t-shirt over his head. His abs twisted and contracted with the movement. Why was that so sexy? I had no attraction to men. None.

At least...I didn’t think I did.

He smirked like he could hear my internal thoughts as his hands moved to his joggers. Slowly, he slid them down over his hips and I swallowed as he stood, tall, proud...and hard.

Carlie sucked in a breath, “Oh my god…”

Yeah.

Zach stalked over to the sofa and sat down, spreading his legs wide and arching his eyebrow, silently allowing me to continue. I pushed in between Carlie’s shoulders so she bent at the waist and put her hands on his knees.

“Suck him, Carlie. Show him what you can do with that beautiful mouth of yours,” I demanded.

Before she could take him, I shrugged my trousers to my ankles and thrust into her. She screamed in pleasure, her voice echoing in the room. The feeling of her tight, slick cunt surrounding my cock sent me spiralling.

“Fucking suck him, Carlie, now!”

His head fell back as she took Zach’s cock in her mouth. We were the perfect vision of debauchery. It was everything I shouldn’t want, and everything I never knew I needed. His groans of arousal spurred me on. Carlie needed to go first though. His fist gripped her hair and I pinched her clit causing her to pull her mouth away and she fell forward.

“Fuck her harder, Blake. Let me hear those screams I’ve been dreaming of. I bet her greedy cunt is so tight. I want inside, so fuck her like you have a point to prove.”

Zach’s words made my blood heat, and not in anger. Pure lust shot through my veins and my hips punched forward. My breaths came in short pants and the heat radiating from my cock pushed me closer to orgasm. The smell of sex permeated the air around us as Zach slid out from underneath Carlie and stood from the sofa. My thrusts faltered when he moved to stand behind me.

His breath washed over my skin and goose bumps broke out along my neck, “Are you listening, Blake? Hear how close she is?” He licked a path from my shoulder to my ear, “I bet she’s drenched. Look at how flushed her skin is. You’re her husband, Blake, give her what she needs.”