Page 53 of Cursing My Cheating Husband

“Yes.”

“Put a pin in that. I need a drink first.”

Settling onto the plush couch, she requested wine. As I hastily poured her a glass, I couldn’t stop thinking about how the lace hugged her body, how the fabric was so transparent I could see every inch of her. The way she arranged herself on the couch, reclining provocatively, made it impossible to look anywhere else.

I stared hungrily at her perfect lips as she sipped the deep red wine and released a sigh of contentment. “I can’t help but notice that you haven’t started dinner, which is fine, actually. I was texting the boys and we’re in the mood to order pizza.” Her eyebrows arched as a bright idea struck her. “Maybe it’ll be delivered by a hot guy who wants to join in!”

“Callie, please…” I groaned.

“And I have something more important for you to do tonight, anyway.”

“What is it?” I asked, bracing myself.

Callie said nothing, only chuckled. My nervousness came out in my fidgeting hands. What more could she have in store for me?

The doorbell rang, and my stomach dropped. I moved to answer it like a man walking to the electric chair.

Duke and Ryder stood on the doorstep. The minute they saw my butler tux, they burst out laughing.

“Aww, you look so cute!” Ryder trilled mockingly.

I stepped aside to let them in, unable to meet their eyes. “She’s in the living room.”

Fucking Ryder. The minute he clocked Callie’s outfit, the most lascivious grin spread over his face as he pulled his shirt right off. “We’re getting right to it, aren’t we?”

Callie killed me by taking a moment to admire Ryder’s defined pecs and light blonde chest hair, making pleased “mmmm” sounds as she did so. “There’s just one thing we have to do first,” she finally said.

“What’s that?” Duke asked, comparatively a model of restraint as he merely unbuttoned the top two buttons of his shirt.

Callie patted the couch on either side of her, and they each sat while I remained standing.

“Maddox has informed me he wants to beg me not to do this. But I wanted to wait until there was a full audience before he did the whole speech. So now that everyone has arrived…” She looked at me expectantly. “Let’s hear it.”

I shifted my weight awkwardly from foot to foot. I had wanted to speak to her alone, but I also felt gratitude that she would allow me any chance to speak to her at all. She really didn’t have to. So what if I had to humiliate myself further in front of these two turncoats? I’d already endured so much degradation in front of them, it’s not like any sense of dignity would return to me if I somehow dodged only this latest embarrassment.

“Callie, I’m so sorry. I couldn’t have betrayed you worse than I did, and for the rest of my life I’m going to regret not being the husband you deserved. I’d beg you for forgiveness every day for the rest of our lives if you’d let me. But please don’t do this.” My voice was strained. “This isn’t you. You never wanted anything like this before⁠—”

Her eyes flashed with fiery rage. “I want it now. Do you think you know better than me what I want?”

“No, no, of course not,” I stammered.

She cleared her throat sharply. “I don’t like looking up at you for this. Get on your knees.”

Duke and Ryder exchanged glances, but said nothing.

I didn’t protest. She was right that this was where I belonged now. Not standing tall or commanding respect, but low on the ground. My legs felt weak as I lowered myself to my knees.

“Please,” I continued, my voice barely above a whisper. “You have the most incredible, gentle soul. You’re the kindest woman I’ve ever met. You’re brave, you’re forgiving, you’re powerful, you’re generous with your heart, you’re everything that’s good in this world. I know you want to hurt me, but you were always someone who wouldn’t hurt a fly⁠—”

“That’s right, I used to be someone who wouldn’t hurt a fly. But then I married you, and now this is who I am.” Callie placed one hand on Duke’s thigh and the other on Ryder’s abs. “And I do want to hurt you by fucking them.”

“And we’re okay with that,” Duke tossed in.

“Whatever way it works for you,” Ryder added, caressing her leg.

I noted the tenting in Duke’s pants as Callie’s hand worked its way closer to his crotch.

“But the reason it’s such a turn-on is because of just how… ethical they are,” she sighed.