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  After the sex came the cuddling, which Josh belatedly realized never happened after Emily had fucked Miguel. The two women were draped over each other on the bed, their legs intertwined and their fingers gently stroking each other’s skin. Every now and then they kissed, lightly but sweetly. In that moment Josh discovered a new type of jealousy. Emily was being truly intimate with her new female lover, and until now she had only shared that sort of thing with her husband.

  “That was fucking amazing,” Tiffany said at last.

  Emily gave her a bright smile in response. Josh thought it was the first time he saw her completely happy since all of this had begun. “I can’t believe I did that,” she said, without a hint of remorse in her voice.

  “I still can’t believe you called me. I thought for sure it was a one-time deal with you. Girls like you never call me back.”

  Emily kissed her. “This one did.”

  “I know,” Tiffany breathed, and then they kissed again. “Are you OK with this? Because it wasn’t that long ago that you were talking about your husband and how bad you feel about cheating on him.”

  Emily groaned. “Oh, God. I know, I’m the worst. But when you kissed me, it felt right somehow. And then it was so good! I’m not saying it’s not cheating because you’re a woman. It’s totally cheating and I’m officially the worst wife ever, but I’m not sorry it happened.”

  “Neither am I,” Tiffany said with a wicked grin, and they kissed again for a while. “I just wish we had done this at my place.”

  “Why?”

  “Miguel. He’d be pissed if he knew we hooked up without him. He’d see it as disloyal, like we’re running around on him.”

  “There’s something I wanted to ask you,” Emily said carefully, tracing a pattern with her finger on Tiffany’s naked skin. “And I need to know that I can trust you completely.”

  “Absolutely,” Tiffany answered. “I’d do anything for you. Anything at all.”

  “You know Miguel better than I do. How can I get away from him for good?”

  Tiffany gazed at her in silence for a long moment, then let out a long breath. “He scares me,” she said.

  Emily nodded. “Me too. He scares the shit out of me, and worse, I can’t seem to say no to him. At first it was just sex, which was bad enough, but then he stole something, and then that thing he said about my husband? I’m afraid of what he might do.”

  “I want to help you, I really do. But if he learned that I ratted him out? He knows where I live. I have a little boy. I heard the cops think he killed another dealer for his stash. The prosecutor didn’t think the murder charge would stick, so they only charged him for the drugs and he did his time for dealing, but they think he’s a murderer.” Tiffany’s voice had a pleading quality.

  Emily hugged her tight. “I don’t want you to say or do anything that would make you or your baby unsafe. Forget I asked. I’ll figure it out.”

  They lay together in silence for awhile, then Tiffany finally spoke. “He has secrets. I can’t tell you what they are, because I honestly believe he’d kill me if I did, but he has secrets that will put him away for good if you can find out what they are.” She paused, and then continued in a voice that was barely above a whisper. “Sometimes, if you give him what he wants, he’ll tell you his secrets while he’s still feeling good. And sometimes you’ll wish he hadn’t said anything.”

  The two women continued with their cuddling, while Josh returned to his thoughts. If Miguel had powerful secrets, Josh knew he needed to find a way to discover them. In his mind, those secrets were like a golden key that would release them from this mess their lives had become.

  14

  AFTER Tiffany had gone, Emily went out on an errand, and Josh was waiting for her when she came through the front door. He had been pacing back and forth in the living room, his thoughts feverish. All he could think about was what he had witnessed that afternoon.

  All he could think about was his wife.

  When he saw her, he took the quick steps in her direction. Emily had a shopping bag in her hand, and she opened her mouth to say something when she saw him approaching. He didn’t wait to hear what it was. His kiss made her drop the bag and propelled her backwards against the wall. He pinned her there, his mouth clamped over hers, and he captured her arms in his hands and pinned them against the wall as well. He had a raging hard-on in his pants and drove it up into her. He wanted her to feel how much he wanted her.

  The kiss lasted a long time, then he gave Emily enough space for her to pull her head back and look at him. “Wow,” she said. “Good day at work?”

  He kissed her again, hard. “Any day is good when I can come home to you.” It wasn’t the usual thing he said. It sounded like another man’s words in his mouth, but at the same time it felt right somehow. He didn’t look for her approval or wait for her invitation. This time he took a page from Miguel’s playbook and simply took her.

  Emily giggled when he led her into the bedroom. She laughed when he pushed her onto the bed and pulled her shirt up over her head. Impatiently he wrestled her bra off; he wanted to taste those nipples that had so recently been in Tiffany’s mouth. He buried his face between her breasts and inhaled her aroma.

  I missed this.

  Evidently Emily had as well, because she sat up and fumbled urgently with his belt buckle, trying to get it off of him. Neither of them was looking at the other. They were both too afraid that something might break the spell.

  Josh grabbed her ankles and wrested her legs open. Emily gasped and fell back, her face flushed. He was done watching others enjoy his wife. He intended to remind her who she had bound herself to.

  His pants were loose. He shoved them down and his hard cock rocked down and up again. Emily’s eyes lit up and she grabbed at it like a child lunging for candy. He let her close her fingers over the shaft, then shoved her back onto the bed so that he could climb up between her thighs. He crawled over her, kissed her hard, then ducked down to take her nipple between his teeth. He was thinking about Miguel when he bit gently but firmly down.

  His wife arched her back and moaned. He looked up at her, a feral feeling in his chest. She had enjoyed the touch of a woman, but now he meant to remind her how it felt to be taken by a man.

  When he was ready to enter her, he didn’t check to see if she was wet for him. He could already tell from the sounds in her throat and the earthy scent that wafted from between her legs. He positioned the head of his cock at her entrance, then shoved inside in one slow motion. Emily groaned and reached out to pull him down onto her, linking her ankles behind him. Her pussy was warm, wet, and tight around his manhood. He breathed a sigh of relief. He had been afraid that Miguel’s thick member had stretched her out and left her wanting more than he could give her. Right now, it felt like they fit perfectly together.

  He settled into a rhythm, not the slow patterns of their usual love-making, but not the angry pounding that he’d seen Miguel give her, either. Instead it was something different, something completely his own. With the pressure of his body and the urgency of his penetration, her laid claim to her. With her gasps and moans, Emily gave herself to him once more.

  They didn’t have many words for each other afterwards. There were too many things unsaid been them for any conversation to feel easy or natural. For the first time in a long time, though, Josh felt like he was married again. He still wasn’t sure how he was going to do it, but he knew that Emily belonged to him, and he belonged to her.

  15

  BY midday of the following day, Josh was ready to commit murder. Not literally, but the act of watching Miguel spend hours watching television and poking at his computer keyboard without doing anything incriminating was enough to get Josh fantasizing about ways that he might dispose of a murder weapon.

  He knew that his plan wasn’t working, but he didn’t know what to do about it. A thousand times he thought about marching downstairs and confronting Miguel, but he knew that would be a possibly fatal
mistake. Face-to-face confrontation was Miguel’s game. That was his strength. Josh’s strength lay in smarts and surveillance, and that was where he could go toe to toe with his rival. His problem, though, was that surveillance was failing him.

  When Miguel glanced at his phone and then got up to leave, Josh sighed in frustration and flipped the feed over to check on his wife. He was surprised to see that she was still in her bathrobe. That wasn’t like Emily. She was a morning person who liked to attack the day.

  His mind flitted to the night before. He had never felt so in sync with his wife before. Sex in their relationship hadn’t quite settled into a boring routine, but there was a too-comfortable pattern to it. Together, without ever speaking about it, they had agreed to a style of sex that wasn’t great for either one of them but was acceptably good enough for both. Josh realized he had always assumed that this was what marriage was all about: finding the familiar thing that was good enough and keeping it going for as long as possible. Last night had taught him that the possibilities were so much greater than he had ever imagined.

  He was still replaying fond memories in his head when he heard a knock that came both from his computer speakers and also from the hallway outside. He flipped the feed to the camera that pointed towards their front door, and when Emily pulled the door open his stomach sank.

  Miguel stood in the doorway with the sort of grin on his face that made Josh want to punch him. “I got your text,” he said.

  Emily stood to the side so that he could come in. Josh was appalled that Miguel was back in their apartment, after everything that had happened, after the night he had shared with his wife. All the shock and hurt of the first time he saw them together came rushing back on him.

  “Thanks for coming,” Emily said, and followed Miguel into their living room. “There was something I wanted to show you.”

  “Well, I’m here,” Miguel said. His eyes were surveying their apartment.

  Checking for the next thing he’s going to steal , Josh thought.

  “This,” Emily said, and let the robe slip to the floor. Underneath she was wearing sexy black lingerie, and Josh’s heart gave another painful twist. He didn’t recognize the teddy she was wearing. Either she had purchased it but never bothered to wear it before now, or she had bought it for her lover.

  Miguel chuckled and stepped forward, reaching out a meaty hand to palm her breast and twist one exposed nipple between his fingers. “I knew you’d come around,” he said. “Now that you know what it’s like with a real man, you can’t ever go back.”

  Josh yearned for Emily to contradict him, but instead she just smiled and put her arms around Miguel’s neck. “Let’s just say that there’s something of yours that I want.” She let one hand drop and stroked the crotch of his faded jeans with her fingers. “Do you want me to let it out?”

  Miguel growled deep in his throat and kissed her hungrily. Josh stared at the scene, desperate for a sign that Emily was a reluctant participant, but she was kissing her lover just as passionately. He could see their tongues wrestling with one another. He felt more betrayal in the kiss than he ever had when watching them fuck.

  Miguel reached around her, putting his hands on her ass. He lifted her easily and, not breaking the kiss, carried her into the bedroom. Josh wanted to shut off the feed. He wanted to close the lid of his laptop and get on with his life, but he couldn’t bring himself to do it. Somehow he had become hooked on the complicated emotions of watching the two of them together. He flipped the feed to their bedroom and with resignation sank deep into the strangely-sweet feelings of jealousy and betrayal.

  Miguel dropped her on the bed, but Emily wasn’t his passive toy this time. She grabbed the lapels of his work shirt and, twisting, pulled him down and shifted on top. Her fingers were working urgently at his belt and the buttons of his jeans. Miguel chuckled in surprise and lay back, letting her do her work.

  When she had his cock free, Emily got down on her knees and sucked him deeply into her mouth. She rested her hands on his thighs and worked her mouth slowly up and down his shaft. From the groans that Miguel was making, Josh could tell that she was doing deliciously dirty things to him with her mouth and tongue. Once again he wrestled down the impulse to cut the feed. Whatever was happening, he knew that he needed to confront it, not turn away.

  Emily was still lavishing affection on Miguel’s thick member. She was taking her time, building his excitement slowly. Josh had seen then have sex more than once, but this time it was different. This time, it looked like Emily felt real connection with this man.

  Finally she stood and reached up, slowly unhooking the straps from her shoulders. She pulled down on the material, revealing her pert breasts, then pushed the teddy down to the floor, giving a sexy wiggle to her hips. Then she stood, naked except for her heels, and gave Miguel a look. “Where do you want me?” she asked.

  Miguel looked like he had died and woken up in a personal heaven that was full of beer and babes. He ripped open his shirt and pointed at his boots.

  Obediently, Emily stopped and started pulling his tight boots off. Miguel pushed his jeans and briefs down, and soon he was as naked as she was. His stiff cock stood like a tower in the center of his torso.

  “Get on top,” he growled, placing his hands behind his head. “I want you to ride my cock on your marriage bed.”

  Emily seemed to hesitate for just a moment before doing what she was told. She left her heels on, and Josh was struck by how much she looked like porn star in that moment. Even now, after everything that had happened, he had trouble believing that his sweet wife, who liked sappy love songs and cried at animated movies, was capable of such things.

  She climbed on top of Miguel and reached behind her to take hold of his cock and position it between her pussy lips. Then, slowly, she sank down on him. Miguel groaned and reached up to palm her breasts.

  Josh suffered another pang of jealousy. She was already wet for him. Just the thought of fucking him had her ready.

  Emily started slow, but she quickly picked up the pace until she was bouncing wildly on Miguel’s erection. Her breasts flopped up and down with each beat.

  “Shit, girl, slow down,” Miguel gasped, “or I’m gonna pop.” His face was red and already covered in sweat.

  Emily chuckled. “Don’t you guys just think about baseball?” she said, taunting him. Josh found himself impressed with her command of the situation. He was seeing new things in his wife, this woman who was just beginning to discover her power.

  Nevertheless, Emily slowed her pace dramatically, rising up off Miguel so that only the tip of his cock was inside her, then she rolled her hips in microscopic movements, her hands braced on his sweaty chest. Miguel had his eyes tightly closed and Emily’s head was forward, her long brown hair brushing across him. She continued moving in tiny increments up and down on him, keeping them both right on the edge of climax, escalating the tension even as she held complete pleasure just out of reach.

  Finally, Emily reached her own limit and relented. “Go ahead and come,” she gasped. “We’re just getting started.”

  Josh’s mouth fell open in shock, but Miguel didn’t even hesitate. He grabbed Emily’s hips, thrust up violently into her three times, then shouted as he burst inside her.

  Grimly, Josh noted that Miguel was making a habit of depositing his seed inside Emily’s womb. He wondered if he was trying to get her pregnant and stake his claim to her once and for all.

  Emily rode out Miguel’s climax, then leaned down to kiss him on the mouth. “Come on,” she said. “I drew us a bath.”

  She got of the bed and, pulling him by the hand, drew Miguel behind her and into the bathroom. Josh switched the feed in time to see her get into a tub that was already full of hot, soapy water and extend a hand to Miguel, who was staring at her dubiously.

  “What is this?” he growled, and Josh realized that he probably had never taken a bubble bath in his life.

  Emily laughed. “Get in, silly. Haven
’t you ever taken a bath with a woman before?”

  Miguel looked like he might have objected, but something—possibly the sight of Emily’s bare breasts coated in soapy suds--convinced him to relent. Gingerly he stepped into the tub and lowered himself slowly into the water, with Emily seated behind him. She took a bar of soap and wrapped her arms and legs around him, slowly running the soap up and down his tattooed chest.

  Miguel still wasn’t entirely happy with the situation. “Why do you put so much soap in it?” he asked, holding up a handful of suds with a look of distaste on his face. “We could be taking a shower instead.”

  Emily giggled and held him close, which made Josh burn with jealousy all over again. “I like this. We’ve done a lot of things, but we’ve never just been close to one another.” Her hand, holding the bar of soap, drew lazy circles on his chest.

  Miguel finally relaxed. He let his head drop back, resting against the tiled wall. “If it makes you happy,” he said.

  Emily wrapped her legs around him, pulling him closer. “I want to know more about you,” she said, letting the soap drift further down his chest to his stomach.

  “Like what?”

  “I don’t know,” she said. “Like, I know you were in prison, but I don’t know what it was like for you. I know it must have been terrible.”

  He grunted. “Bad enough. Everyone’s always making trouble for you. Always getting in your business. I had to fight to survive.”

  Emily kissed his neck. “That sounds horrible. I’m glad I’m able to make you feel good, after the things you’ve been through. You’re so brave!” The soap glided lower still, to the surface of the water. Josh guessed that, if Miguel was getting hard again, the tip of his cock would be just below the surface of the water.