“You are mine,” Paul grunted, driving, his arousal rigid and brutal. “Mine!” he swore as he released the death grip on my hair to flip me onto my back and yank my legs up so I was folded nearly double.  His thrusts were full, hard, ruthless. I pushed to meet him, striving for the golden moment, the instant of no return, the onset of ecstasy. 

“Dirty girl,” he snarled through clenched teeth, his face contorted and pinched as his cock crescendoed. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and felt the muscles of his back quiver under my fingers. With a final tortured “Mine!” he abruptly emptied himself into my clenching quim just as I arched my back impossibly high and shattered into unrestrained sobs of release.

I lay utterly sated and watched Paul in the mirror – pleated dress slacks pushed low exposing his toned butt, white oxford shirt with neatly knotted tie, mussed hair, mouth gaped wide - the intensity of the last minutes silently frozen in a final climatic bellow. I honestly didn’t want to hurt him.  In fact, I had only agreed to indulge his fantasy in hopes that it would give him pleasure, not take it for myself. But hurting him just wasn’t an issue anymore. I kept warning him that at some point things would progress too far, that he’d push me a few inches over a line that neither of us wanted to cross, and once over that line there would be no way back.  What happened then couldn’t be undone. Just hours ago I heard Liam speak for the first time, calm and commanding, the rough scrape of his voice doing twisty things to my insides. I saw the slight tighten of his jaw and the fire in his eyes as he appraised my slender frame sheathed in a strapless black Sabbia cocktail dress.  He was aroused, all right, and allowed my hand to confirm it when I reached beneath the table cloth and grasped him through his Wranglers. Full-blown, hard as a diamond erect. It terrified me even as tingles ignited and heat pooled between my thighs. I had never before intentionally touched another man’s business, but my husband gave an affirming nod in answer to my questioning glance, and before I knew it Liam had left the restaurant behind, preliminaries complete. Paul stopped just inside the door and crushed me to his body with sudden aggression.  "Fuck him hard,” he bit out and slapped me on the butt sharp enough to sting. “Just give me a few hours to finish up this business and whatever he doesn’t take care of, I will” He went through the door and strode resolutely towards the conference center. I clutched my purse and stepped out of the restaurant into an elevator that whisked me to the foyer outside Room 419. I tapped timorously on the door and croaked, “It’s me.” Nothing stoked the fires of Paul’s desire more than dreams of his reserved wife bedding a better, more virile man. He would blurt fevered imaginings in those frantic moments before climax; how he would wait for me, filling the endless hours watching TV or trying to read. Picturing me covered by Him, filled by Him, surrounded by Him, my entire body tightened and clenched as He discovered the secret spot deep inside and made me shiver in fountains of pure delight. And now Paul was seated surrounded by finery, listening attentively to talk of profit and loss, his impossibly distended prick concealed by fine linens and learned discussions as in this very hotel his tortured fantasies came true. The door swung wide and Liam pulled me inside. His hands on my bottom clutched me tight to his athletic body, mouth greedy on mine as he tasted the champagne of my lips. My tongue danced with his; the deepening kiss loosing the constricting bands of conscience. “Touch me,” he commanded. He guided my hands as I traced the sculpted contours of his chest and taut stomach before dropping shyly to caress the generous swelling straining his jeans. He had not dressed in accord with the elegance of a five-star hotel, and the divergence aroused me– the chaos of his hair to Paul’s perfectly parted coiffure, two-day stubble to a smooth jaw freshly shaved, natural musk to the spicy sweet scent of sandalwood. Passed from the arms of one to the other the contrast was overwhelming. He released me and wiped a hand over his mouth as his eyes took an appraising tour of my body. “Look at you,” he sneered, “dressed like you’re a good girl.” He slid my skirt up my thighs to reveal a black peep of lace panties. The aroma of my desire scented the room. I watched mesmerized as he unzipped and slowly extracted his rigid, perfect tool, eyes locked on mine. “Suck it. On your knees, right here. Your husband knows where you are. He knows what you’re doing. His dick is about to burst as he imagines what I’m doing to you, what you’re doing to me. I wouldn’t want him disappointed. Now- Suck. My. Cock!” There was a possessive edge to him bordering on coercion.  Self-controlled Liam revealed a hidden darkness that I found overpoweringly sexual. I loved it, loved the bite in his voice, the possession of his hand as he gripped my head and pulled me full on to his unyielding erection. He thrust deep as he willed me to look at him, to open my soul and surrender to the primitive power of his rutting phallus. The fire in his eyes stoked the need between my legs to painful intensity. I pulled off gasping for breath, and before I could recover one arm pinned my body to his while the other slid boldly beneath the hem of my dress and squeezed my naked bum so hard that I gasped. His eyes held mine as fingers passed through the cleft of my bottom in search of the saturated furrow cleaving my lace-covered lips. He circled round and round the hard point of my nubbin, smirking as I flinched and squirmed, delighting in the torment it caused me. “Are you doing this for him, or for you?” I didn’t answer, reaching between our bodies to wrap my hand tightly around his cock, every vein in the organ outlined in the rigidity of his arousal. “Answer me, Maddy. Answer me while I take you, while I make you scream my name so loudly that people outside will hear.” “You can’t make me,” I whispered huskily, challenging him.

“Paul is who I belong to, not you.” He smacked my insolent bottom and I yelped at the sharpness of the pain. “I’ll make you, all right,” he growled. “You will scream my name and beg to belong to me. You’ll be mine. Mine until I condescend to send you back to him dripping with come. Never again will you belong to him alone.” I groaned, and he pinned me against the wall, gripped my panties, and gave a sudden wrench, ripping the sheer fabric with one mighty yank. His chest was hard to mine and his knee spread my trembling legs, making room for his bare shaft to bludgeon the wetness at my entrance until he found the place and pushed roughly inside. “You’re mine!” He hissed triumphantly and shoved upward, one hand at my throat while the other bared my breasts to his greedy gaze. He thrust again and again, bouncing me hard against the wall while cruel fingers plucked my nipples. I cried out in pain and pleasure, clutched his bottom and drove him deep, impaling myself on his fiery sword until it swelled impossibly huge and a sudden warm wetness drove me to a sharp, intense finish. Heat built again, this time slower and more gradually. He lowered me to the bed, peeled the clothing from our bodies and settled between my thighs to taste me, salty and tangy, his lips tugging pleasure from my sensitive swollen sex.  His hands explored and fingered, arousing me ever higher until an eruption of sparks from deep within burst to cascade over my shoulders and chest as joy unspeakable gushed forth. For two hours he plundered my treasures, despoiled me, laid me bare. And in the end I screamed his name. I begged him to claim me, to own me, and as sure as the climaxes consuming me I knew a part of me would forever be his. --- Paul roared, his voice raw and primal, the length and level of his arousal brutal. His body shook with pent need, his thrusts possessive, fighting urgently to reclaim what was his. His hands found my face and forced me to look at him. “More.. tell me more!” His words were clipped and thick. He was conflicted, but fully – painfully - erect. His speed increased, his breath came in ragged gusts. “Liam sneered at me, gloated over me, fully knowing what I craved. He displayed his glorious engorged manhood and I could not tear my eyes away.” Paul snarled at that, knowing Liam’s girth, knowing he could never measure up.  “He asked if I liked it, and at first I thought he spoke of his cock. But that wasn’t what he was asking.” I paused a moment, my climax too close, every muscle in my body throbbing and contracting, yearning for release. “He wanted to know if I enjoyed it – if I enjoyed being fucked while you imagined, while you suffered.” Paul pulled out abruptly, leaving me gasping, my chest aching as I turned to him, feeling his hands before I could fully move. They shoved me roughly down on the bed, seized my waist and set me on the edge. He rubbed himself as he looked at me, at my swollen pink lips glistening with dew and matted with Liam’s spend, then glanced up to meet my eyes. He stepped forward, pressed himself at my base, pushed my chin up when he saw me glance down. “Look at me, Madison!  Look at me and tell me what he did to you. Tell me what he did and make me come!” I closed my eyes at his renewed thrust, the angle different, better in its brush of my most sensitive spot. “He sat me on his lap, in that little black dress you bought. And those panties you told me to wear? I wasn’t wearing them when I got home because he ripped them off, so frantic he was to take me.” “I came from his fingers, my juices all over his hand, I came and he made me scream his name,” I gritted out, my eyes on his. They were a tortured blue, cloudy with arousal, latent with need. “He fucked me, you know. Fucked me so hard. Just an hour ago I straddled his hips and rode him, his hands rough on my skin, his cock taking my body. He was inside me, Paul, right where you are now. He groaned at my tightness, at how perfectly we fit together, at how completely he filled me.” Paul’s strokes roughened with my words and increased in speed. His combative temper lit a fire in my belly and suddenly I was there again, on the brink of orgasm, my limbs taut, blood throbbing in my ears. Paul withdrew, swollen lips clinging to his shaft as if reluctant to permit escape. Then his hands again tightened on my bottom and he pushed deep, deeper, dragging his cock in and out of me in long, powerful strokes. The expression in his eyes, the intensity of his arousal - this man before me was so like Liam, just with different features, their similarities never more present then right now, and I gasped when he was fully buried inside. “More,” he groaned. “Tell me more.”  “Oh, Paul, you have no idea how good he felt in me. How he reached into my core as I straddled his cock and fucked him hard. How he groaned my name as I took every inch and squeezed his essence.” Paul thundered a curse, pulling me to him, thrusting deeper and harder than ever he had. “Liam’s mouth took mine - he was so rough!  His teeth marked me, branded me, he drank from my mouth. I pushed against his chest, my body breaking in his arms, my loins whirling in orgasm. Incomprehensible sounds tumbled from my soul as I shuddered my pleasure,  but his pace never slowed until his cries joined my own and, finally, with one shuddering thrust he buried himself inside and molten fire, pumped deep, seared my womb.” “I screamed his name, Paul. I begged him to complete me, to own me!”  “Oh, God, Madison,” Paul’s voice broke, shaking with emotion. “What have I done? My sweet girl, full of another man.”  He thrust upward on the final word, his sentence ending harshly, thick with rivalry. “You are mine,” Paul grunted, driving, his arousal rigid and brutal. “Mine!” But a line has been crossed. I had warned him. A line has been crossed and there is no way back. I am no longer his alone. So that’s how it is. I fuck Liam, I fuck Paul. They both know it and the more I’m with one the more competitive, aggressive, and possessive the other becomes. It is a constant, whirling sexual tug-of-war. The three of us living two separate, tempestuous relationships. And I love it. God help me, I love it so.