Page 11 of A Season Of Sin

“I know, and when you said he was hot, I didn’t honestly believe you, but that man is so sexy. I totally understand why you’d want him to be your first.”

Pausing mid-stride, I look to my wife. “What if I like it? He will be my first and my last, Gracie. We’re married. We’re… monogamous.”

What if I want more?

What if it’s more than just sex for me?

Do the possible consequences outweigh the positives?

Fuck.

I don’t know.

“I can buy a strap-on,” she offers, and damn if I don’t wanna give her the biggest hug for loving me like she does. I don’t deserve her.

“You could,” I hedge and thread my fingers behind my head as I continue to pace. “And I love you for that, but you know that’s not the same. Can we just forget the last fifteen minutes ever happened? I don’t think I can do it.”

It’s better if I don't. The last thing I want is to hurt Gracie or lose Wolf as a friend. Sex complicates things.

“But you want to.” Gracie verbalizes the truth. My truth.

“Yes. Of course, I want to. I’ve wanted to since I first met Wolf and found myself attracted to him. I told you about it.”

She leans her shoulder against the doorway. “And those feelings for him have never gone away. I saw how sad you were when he left last summer, and that you didn’t see him this summer. Jace, I know you.”

She’s right.

It hurt not to see him.

I look my wife in the eye. “I feel like such an asshole.”

“Why? Because you’re attracted to a man who’s hot and has been nothing but nice to you for years?”

“No. Because you’re my wife.”

“And I’m also your best friend,” she throws out. “Who has no issue with you being bisexual or sharing you, as long as you’re willing to share me.”

“Of course, I am. If that’s what you want.” If Gracie were into women, we’d be with women. There is nothing I wouldn’t do for her.

“What if I wanted to be with Wolf, too? You heard what he said.”

“That would be so damn hot, babe.” To see them together. His tongue in her pussy. Touching her tits. Seeing his muscles ripple as he took pleasure from my wife.

Fuck.

I grip my cock.

“See.” She smirks, eyeing my erection. “He’s gonna be here a few days. The storm warnings are already out. Why don’t we get the tree out tonight, have some spiked cider, and relax? We don’t have to do anything tonight. We don’t have to do anything ever. But if it happens, it happens, and we can share.”

That sounds fair.

“You’re okay watching another man stick his cock in me,” I check just to be certain.

Gracie chuckles, as if my question is absurd. “I don’t have a cock, Jace. So yes. I’m fine with it.”

“What if it hurts?” To have something hard in there. Driving into me. Thick and demanding. Stretching.

Damn.