Craving Their Touch

Why am I still doing this? I thought as I stared at my reflection in the steamed-up mirror. Ten years and I still whisper the same words every night."I am still his wife.""Clara? Are you coming to bed soon?" David's voice floated in from the bedroom.I tied my silk robe tight and stepped out. The cold marble made me shiver. David sat propped up against the pillows, those sharp grey eyes watching me closely."I'm here," I said, walking over. "Let me help you get comfortable."He nodded slowly. "You took a long shower again tonight. Was the water too hot?""It was fine. I just needed time to unwind. How are you feeling?"David reached out and caught my wrist. His grip felt too tight. Why does he always hold me like he can satisfy my needs?"Tired of this chair," he said. "Tired of watching you wear yourself out for me. You look exhausted, Clara. Beautiful, but exhausted."I gently pulled my hand back and sat on the edge of the bed. *God, I feel so empty.* "I'm okay. It's been ten year

I slipped back into the bedroom and closed the door as quietly as I could. David was already asleep, his breathing steady in the dark. My heart was still racing from the encounter with Marcus. I climbed into bed and pulled the covers over me, but sleep would not come.God, Marcus looked so hot standing there with his arms crossed. Those dark eyes staring straight into me. That muscular body. I wondered what it would feel like if he grabbed me right there in the study. Pinned me against the wall and took what he wanted.I woke up before sunrise, my body burning. The sheets felt too warm against my skin. All night I had dreamed of them. Julian’s confident hands sliding down my waist. Marcus’s strong arms pinning me against the wall. In my dreams they did not ask. They simply took what they wanted. What I secretly craved.Stop it, Clara. You are married. But my body did not listen. Heat pooled between my legs as I remembered Julian’s smile and Marcus’s intense stare. I wanted them so bad

Julian closed the door behind him and stepped closer to the bed. His eyes moved slowly over my naked body. I was still breathing hard, my legs spread, my nightdress pushed up around my neck. Marcus was kneeling between my thighs, his mouth wet from me. My heart raced with a mix of shame and raw need.“Do not stop,” Julian said, his voice thick with desire. “I have wanted to see this for years. I want to join you. I want to share her.”Marcus looked up at me, his dark eyes full of heat. “Clara, are you sure you want both of us right now?”I nodded quickly. My body was aching for more. “Yes. I want you both. Please.”Julian pulled off his shirt and dropped it on the floor. His chest was broad and muscular. He climbed onto the bed beside me and kissed me hard. His tongue pushed into my mouth as Marcus lowered his head again and licked my pussy with long, slow strokes. The feeling of two men touching me at once made my head spin.Julian broke the kiss and moved down to my breasts. He took

I woke up the next morning with my body still remembering everything. My pussy felt tender and sensitive. There were faint marks on my neck and breasts that I had to cover with makeup. Every small movement brought back flashes of Julian thrusting into me from behind while Marcus filled my mouth. I had never felt so full, so wanted, and so completely used in my life. The pleasure had been overwhelming. But now, in the cold light of day, the guilt was crushing me.How could I have done that? I let my husband’s best friends fuck me while he was right down the hallway. I came so many times on their cocks. I begged for it. I swallowed Marcus while Julian finished on my back. The memory made me wet again even as shame burned in my chest.I sat on the edge of my bed and whispered to myself, “What kind of wife are you, Clara?”I forced myself to get dressed in a modest long-sleeve blouse and pants. I needed to feel covered. Protected. Normal. But nothing felt normal anymore.Downstairs, the h