The Home-wrecker (The Goode Brothers)
The Home-wrecker: Chapter 34

There’s absolutely no reason for me to enjoy the sight of my wife with another man.

I was raised to believe that a good husband would put an end to this. A good husband would keep his wife to himself. A good husband would not daydream about the lips of another man. And he certainly wouldn’t imagine those lips against his wife’s.

But I do.

And I’m tired of believing that it makes me a bad husband.

So I don’t cut in on their dance. I just watch from the outskirts, marveling at how perfect they are. When the song comes to an end, Dean and Briar make their way over to me.

Just the sight of him in that tux—my tux—does something to me. Like sniffing his underwear to make myself come, I feel this intense need to claim him. To own his body. To mark him as mine.

I need to get these thoughts out of my head. What’s going to happen when Dean moves out or moves on or finds someone else? We can’t keep him forever. He agreed to help Briar and me.

It doesn’t matter that it’s so much more than that now. We all know that, but honestly, what can we do about it?

By challenging me that day, he made me a stronger man, a better husband, and a better lover. He’s brought out this dominant side of me that has lain dormant for so long.

And I can’t help but fear that once Briar and I no longer need him as much as we do now, we’re going to lose him.

Dread fills my gut as they approach.

I step away from my brothers to talk alone with my wife and Dean. The night is still so young, and as ready as I am to get these two home where I know we’ll be alone, I’m not ready for it to end yet.

“So you guys come to these a lot?” Dean asks, casually placing his hands in his pockets. Briar sidles up by my side, and I wrap an arm around her shoulders.

“Sometimes more than we’d like,” I reply.

“Do you ever have a little fun?” Dean asks.

Briar huffs with a laugh. “Do I even want to know what kind of fun you’re referring to?”

“Oh, you know,” he replies with a smirk.

My skin begins to grow hot. The neck of this tux is starting to tighten. I tug at my tie to loosen my collar.

“I’ll take that as a no.” Dean laughs. “Well, you guys wanted me to teach you a few things, so…”

“So…” Briar says, letting her voice trail.

“One great way of revving up that sex drive is a little exhibitionism,” he says so matter-of-factly.

Briar’s eyes widen, as does mine. Clearing my throat, I look away.

“My mother is here,” I mutter under my breath.

When Dean starts to laugh again, he bites his bottom lip to keep it in. And I can’t take my eyes off his mouth. I want to pull it free, lick it, and bite it myself.

“What exactly do you have in mind?” Briar asks with curiosity.

“I’m not saying you two need to fuck right here, but just a little tease will do it.” His voice is low and husky.

My cock is already stirring to life behind my pants. There are people around us, but not close enough to hear what Dean is saying. To everyone else, it looks like we’re just having a regular conversation.

“You both agreed to do whatever I say tonight, remember?”

Briar squares her shoulders and looks up at him confidently. “Yes, we did,” she replies.

“If you want to stop at any moment, you say the word, okay?” Dean asks.

“Okay.”

“Okay,” I echo.

I’m standing near the perimeter of the room with nothing but some large flowers and plants behind us. Most of the people at the gala are on the dance floor or mingling in small groups. No one is looking at us or paying us any attention, not even my family.

“I want you to brush the back of her thigh,” Dean whispers. Licking my lips, I stare into his eyes as I let my arm drift from her shoulder down her lower back. Briar’s gown is short with a flowing satin skirt that stops midway between her knees and ass, which makes it all too easy to lift the fabric and tickle her softly on the back of her thigh.

She tenses in response.

“Can you feel him?” Dean asks softly, looking at her. With her lips parted, she nods. “Do you want more?”

Again, she nods.

Then Dean looks at me with a wicked smirk. “I want you to slip your fingers into her panties and find that pretty, sweet pussy and just tease her a little bit,” he says, with that cool, authoritative tone he used with us before.

Holy fucking shit. I can’t do this. But God, I want to. I want to finger my innocent, angelic wife right here in this gala without anyone knowing. The idea of being inside her in a public space like this feels so dirty and wrong but incredible and sexy at the same time.

“All right, Briar,” he says, turning toward her. “Eyes on me.”

She lets out a heavy sigh, and I notice the coy smile on her face as my fingers creep up the inside of her leg, finding the moist center of her panties. Dean cocks his head, hiding his smile. Staring at her like a wolf with its prey.

Briar keeps up a casual stance as I move her panties to the side and run my finger along the moist center. She lets out a small yelp when she feels me. “Steady,” Dean says, staring at her. I notice the way her eyes dance around the room, looking to see if anybody is watching me defile my wife. My cock hardens at the thought of this perfect, precious woman behaving so indecently. My body thrums with arousal as I run my finger through her folds.

“Tell me how it feels,” Dean says.

“Good,” she replies with a pleasure-laced sigh.

“Should we stop, or do you want more?” he asks.

“More,” she replies without hesitation. Dean looks at me. Then he turns his head back and forth, checking to see if there is anybody near us. To anyone else at the party, it looks as if my hand is just at the small of my wife’s back. There’s not a single person here who can tell that I have my finger in her panties and that I’m only an inch away from being inside her.

“You heard her,” Dean says. “She wants more.”

I have to clench my jaw to keep from smiling as I slip my finger inside my wife. She sucks in a breath with a dainty whimper. Immediately, I scan the room to see if anybody heard, but no one reacts.

When I turn my gaze back to Dean, I let my eyes rake down his body quickly, noticing that he, too, is sporting a raging erection.

Fuck, we can’t do this here. I have Briar mostly in front of me to hide the evidence of my arousal, but if Dean turns around, nearly everyone will be able to see the state he’s in.

At the same time, I fucking love it. Adrenaline pumps through my veins, making my dick even harder. I don’t wait for Dean to tell me when I start pumping my finger, feeling Briar’s beautiful little cunt tighten around me. She’s soaking my hand. I fucking love how wet she gets, unabashedly aroused, my horny little angel.

“Can we please get out of here?” she whimpers.

“Where would you like to go?” Dean asks in a cool, flat tone.

“Anywhere,” she replies.

“And what is it you want?” he asks, drawing the words from her lips.

“I want to be fucked,” she says under her breath.

I nearly come in my pants, my cock leaking at the tip. I don’t know if I’ve ever been more turned on in my life, and I’m standing here with a group of people in a very crowded public space. I love seeing Briar like this, so passionate and driven by lust. I’ve missed this side of her.

“Where can we go?” Dean asks, looking expectantly at me.

I’ve been to this venue enough to know there’s a private bathroom upstairs. It’s intended as a dressing room. But tonight, it should be empty.

Briar lets out a small yip as I pull my hand from between her legs. Still wet with her arousal, my fingers intertwine with hers as I drag her from the room. It’s damn near impossible to remain casual at this point. And it’s very unlikely that nobody will notice the way the three of us dash out of the room as if there’s a fire.

Once out of the ballroom, we race up the carpeted stairs to the second floor. It’s quiet up here, and although the lights are on, I don’t see anyone around. At the end of the hall is the small dressing room, and by some miracle, it’s unlocked.

First, I peek my head in to be sure we’re truly alone, and then the three of us rush into the room, slamming and locking the door behind us. There is not an ounce of composure left. We are frantic and needy and consumed by desire.

I turn from the door to find Dean is already passionately kissing Briar. She has her arms wound around his neck, and it doesn’t even cross my mind to be jealous. I don’t care that she’s kissing another man. In fact, I fucking love it.

Without a hint of reservation, I come up behind her, squeezing her between us as I latch my mouth on her neck, lifting her dress and tearing down her panties. I don’t want to wait another second before I’m inside her.

She whimpers against Dean’s mouth as I tug her hips backward and run my fingers through her wet folds again. With one hand playing with her pussy, the other quickly unbuckle my pants, stretching down the hem of my boxer briefs and pulling out my aching cock. It all happens in a frantic moment.

“Fuck, I need to be inside you,” I mutter as I run the head of my dick along her soaking core. When I find the warm entrance, I thrust in, and she moans loudly against Dean’s mouth.

“Fuck yeah, angel, let me hear you,” he mutters against her lips. She’s so wet I slide in easily. Pulling back to the tip, I pound into her relentlessly, and she squeals again.

I’m lost in the passion of the moment when a set of fingers touches my cock. My eyes flash upward at Dean and a fire ignites inside me. His hand is touching the place where I am penetrating my wife. My eyes are locked with his as I pick up the pace, slamming harder and faster into her.

If there is anyone on the other side of that door, they for sure can hear us. Briar is not keeping it down.

And I can tell when Dean begins to massage her clit because I feel her pussy tighten around me and her body tenses as she comes.

With a bruising grip on her hips, I slam into her as my own climax takes over. I empty my balls inside my innocent, angelic wife in the private bathroom of my mother’s auction gala.

It feels perverted and depraved and sinful, and I love every fucking minute of it.

But I’m not done, far from it. I’m tired of hiding from the truth and pretending that this thing between us isn’t incredible. And I’m tired of pretending that I don’t want this.

What I want is to take these two home and have my way with them for the rest of the night. I want to own them and touch them and claim them and fuck them—both of them.