3.

MARIAN.

The VIP section is quiet as I feel all four brother’s eyes on me. My body burns, and my grip around my clutch tightens so hard that my knuckles turn white, it’s almost as if it’s the only thing I’m looking to as an anchor.

A low guttural laugh emanates from Zayden as he stands to his feet, and before I can do anything, two fingers are already on my chin, lifting my face so that I can look right into his deep crimson eyes.

“Do you want to see how you look right now?” He asks, and my throat bobs as I swallow because I don’t need to look, but Zayden is already behind me, still holding my face so that I can see my reflection in the glass.

I don’t recognize the woman that’s looking back at me, my face is beet-red, my pupils are dilated, and it’s almost as if I’m begging my husband’s best friends to take me right here and now.

“Do you know why we kept on being friends with that pussy you call a husband?” Tristan asks, his hand on my thighs, nails digging deliciously into my skin. “Because of you.”

My breath hitches, my body is coming to life in ways that I never imagined. My inner thigh is wet and hot, and my pulse is erratic.

“We’ve always wondered what you’re like in the privacy of a bedroom,” Zephyr’s voice rings in my ears, and it’s taking everything I have in me to not moan.

“Really, you’re wasted on that son of a bitch.” It’s Aeron’s voice I can hear now. Zayden’s palm is already around my neck, pulling my head back as he smells me.

“You have absolutely no idea what we’re going to do to you, Bunny.” Wait, ‘we’? Does that mean all four of them, there’s no way—I can’t.

“A—All four of you?” I force myself to say, my voice is more sultry than I intend for it to be, and my body is betraying me; my nipples are hard, and there’s goosebumps all over my skin.

“Yeah,” Zephyr shrugs as he takes a sip of his vodka. “It’s the only way any of us can fuck you.” He adds, and my mouth opens, but no word comes out.

The silence is chilling, all four brothers are looking at me as if waiting for me to say something, but I almost don’t know what to say. The Dreadmoor brothers want me even though they shouldn’t.

I’m their best friend’s wife. They’re my husband’s best friends, we should be off-limits to each other, but when Malcolm’s voice rings in my head again, I damn all consequences.

Why should I care about my stupid, lying, cheating husband. He’d said no man would want me, and that’s why he’s not worried about the open marriage, this is my chance to prove him wrong.

My chance to show him that I’m not boring, I can be fucking wild. This is my chance to show him that men want me, and right now, not just any man, the DREADMOOR BROTHERS.

The men whose level he can only hope to attain, the most powerful men anywhere they walk into. The men who bend the air according to their will.

Before I finish thinking, all of them have already surrounded me, towering over me, their cologne is so intoxicating that I do not only want to touch them, I want to feel them too. I can do this. I want to do this.

“Okay.” My voice is lower than I intend, but I feel Aeron’s palm on my boob, and I swallow. He’s so close, all four of them are too close for comfort, my throat is going dry.

“Okay what?” Zayden asks from behind me, his hot breath against my neck, torturous and delicious at the same damn time.

“I want you to fuck me. All four of you.” My lips tremble as I say the words, and before I can even think, we’re out of the club. Minutes later, I’m in a high-ceiling bedroom, the bed is large enough for all five of us.

That just goes to show that the brothers share their women like the rumors say.

My slutty, black dress is already on the floor, and I’m standing in nothing but my heels in front of eight pairs of eyes. They smile, their eyes darkening dangerously.

“The heels stay on.” Tristan’s voice is raspy, and even though neither of them have actually done anything yet, I can feel my pussy juice trickling down my thighs.

Fuck.

“Come here.” Zephyr ordered, and like a puppet on a string, I started walking towards them, joining them where they stood at the foot of the bed. “Good girl.” He growls, stroking my hair as if I’m some kind of pet.

“Your mouth, open it.” Aeron orders, and knowing better than to defy him, I comply, parting my lips wide open, and as soon as I do that, Aeron pushes two fingers into my mouth while his brothers watch.

Gagging, I try to jerk away. How are his fingers so long, not even Malcolm’s dick has made it that far down my throat before, and yet, his fingers are going past my uvula.

“Stay still, and keep that sexy mouth open.” His eyes are hooded, and even though my eyes sting with tears, I keep my eyes open as I feel other fingers run through my hair.

Saliva poured out of my mouth as his fingers thrust deeper, causing my throat to contract around them. “You haven’t told us how you want us to fuck you, Marian.” I can barely hear him over the gagging sound I’m making.

Aeron has built a quick rhythm, pulling his fingers out only to delve them into my throat again. It feels like the kind of torture I don’t want to stop.

Before I can think, my back is on the bed and I’m looking up at the ceiling. Tristan is between my legs, spreading them so wide that I can feel the cold air.

“Look how wet you are.” Tristan growls as his fingers flick my clit, and my back arch, my hand fisting into the bedsheet. All eight eyes rested on my glistening pussy as if admiring how wet they’ve made me.

My cunt is dripping like a leaking faucet, and I don’t think I can take any more delay. I want them all, and I want them now.

“Do you want us one after the other, or do you want us all at once?” One of them asks, and between their eyes feasting on me, and my body begging for them, I can barely tell who.

“All four of you.” I managed to say. “At once.” I add, and they don’t let me say anything else as they join me on the bed. Tristan helps me sit up while stroking my hardened nipples.

My mouth is watering, and I can see Zayden stroking his cock from my peripheral vision. Zephyr is now the one between my legs, parting my pussy lips and watching me leak like a malfunctioning faucet while Aeron is beside me, his cock so close to my face.

How will this work? Will it even be possible?

One finger delves into my cunt, and I scream, the sound so loud, so guttural and wanton that I could have argued the sound didn’t come from me. Never in all my ten years of marriage have I sounded like that.

“Easy, bunny. Easy.” Aeron speaks as he slowly eases his cock into my parted lips, and I’ve only taken the crown of his dick, but my mouth already feels so full.

Slowly, he slips further inch by inch, and it’s even worse than when he had his fingers down my throat. My palm wraps around one Zayden’s cock as I take initiative and start stroking.

Tristan caresses, pinches, and sucks on my nipples while I can barely see Zephyr’s head between my legs, his wet tongue touches my cunt, and I moan, the sound muffled by Aeron’s cock.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

My pussy is wetter than I ever thought it was capable of, and when I feel something bigger and harder slip between my legs, I feel like I’m being broken in half.

Aeron’s dick is way down my throat, Zayden’s cock is in my hand, Zephyr’s is now buried deep in my cunt, and Tristan is offering titillating ministries to my nipples.

My eyes roll so far back that I can no longer see anything anymore. My orgasm is building up so fast that I have no control over it, and before I know it, I’m squirting all over Zephyr’s cock, and the bed.

I can vaguely see Tristan joining him, and I shake my head in fear, tears trickling down my cheeks, but before I can say or do anything, Tristan has joined his brother inside me.

My head falls back, and Zayden pulls his cock out of my mouth fully so that I can scream as loudly as I want to. My breath is coming in ragged gasps as I’m now stroking Aeron’s wet dick while Zayden’s cock is in my mouth.

Another wrecking ball of orgasm crashes down on me, and my mind is telling me I can’t take anymore, but my body is asking for more of them. By my fourth orgasm, I’m weak, I can barely see anything.

“We’re not done with you.” Zayden’s voice is soft, and I can feel them changing positions. When the next dick enters my mouth, I can taste myself, and I can feel the sticky sensation from when I stroke the other cock.

I’ve lost complete count of all the orgasms I’ve had in a matter of hours, and somewhere between my heels have slipped off. But Finally, spent and exhausted, I fall back on the bed, I'm hot, sweaty, sticky and covered in cum.

My pussy is raw and swollen, my jaw aches, my throat is sore, my boobs and nipples are tender from the pawing and licking and sucking and fucking they’ve been through.

Yes, the brothers had fucked my nipples, I didn’t even know that was a thing.

I’ve pulled a train, been spit roasted, swapped off on, been double teamed, sucked more cock and swallowed more cum than I have ever done before, and I've loved every second of it.

Who is boring now? Definitely not me.

I feel my body leaving the bed, and being lowered in a pool of cold water, but I’m barely unconscious as the brothers take turns cleaning me up before taking me back to the bedroom.

For the first time in most of the years that I’ve been married, I fall asleep as soon as my body hits the bed.

~~~~~~~~~~

My eyes flutter open, and as I help myself up, the memories of last night floods me in a rush. I’d fucked four men at the same time. My husband’s best friend.

I shake my head, still hoping it’s probably a dream, that I’d probably taken some drugs that transported me to a fantasy land, but that hope comes crashing down when I hear a familiar voice.

“Good Morning, Sunshine.”

It wasn’t a dream. It did happen. I’d fucked my husband’s best friends.