The Home-wrecker (The Goode Brothers)
The Home-wrecker: Chapter 35

By the time we finish in the private bathroom upstairs, it’s clear none of us are fully sated. We’re all craving more. I know I am.

I need to see Briar on her knees again. I want to corrupt this precious angel some more.

And I want to see Caleb truly let go. He’s right on the brink of giving in to his desires, and it makes me want to feel his hands on me. Or more.

I don’t know if he’s ready for that, and it’s okay if he’s not. I will be patient. But God, I hope he is.

The whole idea is to improve their sex life. And I feel a sense of pride swell inside me as I realize that I’ve done just that.

At the prospect of being alone, I get an idea. While Caleb is putting his softening cock back in his pants, I say, “I want to take you both to the club.”

They both freeze and stare at me.

“Sage and Adam won’t be there,” I continue. “They’re still here at the gala. And if we go to Sinners and Saints, we’ll have access to more things.”

“Things?” Briar asks.

“Toys, paddles, whips, lube, condoms. Everything we want.”

Her throat moves delicately as she swallows. Neither of them speaks for a moment, and I can see their concern. Going to a sex club is a big step. It’s outside their comfort zone.

“I can take you directly to my room, and no one has to know what goes on behind those closed doors,” I say, hoping to ease their worries.

After a moment, they glance at each other. It’s Caleb who replies first.

“Let’s do it.”

My body hums with excitement as we open the door and sneak out of the small room.

As we descend the stairs together and head for the exit of the gala, I can feel the eyes of others on us. I don’t know these people, and I don’t know if them seeing us together should be alarming, but Caleb and Briar don’t seem worried, so I’m going to follow their lead.

Like Briar said, who cares if they know the truth? That a loving, faithful, married couple consensually engages with the same man. If people have a problem with that, that’s on them.

Once we reach the car, the idea of being stuck in the back seat alone sounds excruciating to me. So I drag Briar in with me. I just need to touch her.

The door closes, and Caleb climbs hastily into the front seat. We’re all just ready to be there. Desperate to be together again.

Briar giggles as I tug her onto my lap, finding her mouth and devouring it in a passionate kiss. I hear Caleb growling from the driver’s seat as he takes off from the parking lot. Briar is straddling my hips as I kiss her, moaning into her mouth.

We’re not even on the street yet when I tug up her dress and run my hands along the warm, soft flesh of her ass. I squeeze a handful before smacking her on the right cheek. She hums with pleasure into my mouth. Caleb growls again.

God, I can’t get enough of these two. I’ve never felt more alive in my entire life. She’s writhing on my lap, grinding herself against me as I peel aside her underwear and run my fingers through her wet folds. Moaning against her neck, I find Caleb’s eyes in the rearview mirror.

Plunging my finger inside her, she cries loudly with her head hanging back.

“I’ll never get over how fucking wet your wife gets,” I say to Caleb. “She’s still leaking with your cum too.”

Lifting my wet fingers to my lips, I stare into the rearview mirror, locking eyes with him as I lick them clean, humming at the taste. He shifts in his seat as if he is once again fully aroused and struggling to compose himself.

“Can I suck you off?” she mumbles against my lips.

“Angel, I am never going to say no to that,” I reply with a smile. “What do you think, Caleb? Can your wife suck my cock?”

“If she wants to be punished,” he replies, and my grin grows wider.

“What do you say, angel?” I ask, tugging on her hair and exposing her neck. “Do you want to be punished?”

“Yes,” she says with a strained cry.

“Then take my cock out,” I reply before licking the length of her throat.

Draping herself over the back seat, she begins unbuttoning and unzipping my pants. I lace my fingers behind my head as she pulls out my cock. When she wraps her lips around me, my eyes begin to roll into the back of my head. It feels as if I’ve been edged all night, and the sensation of her mouth is like heaven. I’m not going to last long.

“Yes, angel, that’s it,” I mumble. She’s slurping frantically on my dick. Her delicate fingers wrap tightly around the base of my cock as she strokes me along with the motion of her mouth. When I look up at the front seat to gauge Caleb’s reaction, I notice that he’s not watching her. He’s watching me.

So, I make sure that my reactions are exactly what he wants to see—groaning, expressive, exaggerated pleasure. Holding the back of her head, I thrust my hips upward, meeting the back of her throat as she gags on my cock, saliva dripping down my shaft.

“You’re a lucky man, Caleb,” I mutter through the sensation. “Your wife gives great head.”

When I feel my orgasm creeping in, I don’t hold it back. I let it wash over me, drowning me in ecstasy because I know that there will be more tonight. This is nowhere near over.

“I’m going to come, angel,” I mutter. “You gonna swallow me down?”

She nods in my lap. With my hand fisted in her hair, my body explodes with pleasure. My groans are guttural and deafening as I unload into her mouth. She takes every drop.

After months of not being able to come, it’s like these two are my antidote. Now, I only come with them.

“Fuck,” I say, melting into the seat as my climax subsides.

With a smile, I softly pet her hair. For the rest of the drive, she rests her face on my thigh. And I can tell that Caleb is restless.

When we reach the club, we’re not quite as frenzied as before, but there’s still an energy between us that is charged with arousal. It’s not just the sex we’re excited about, I can tell. It’s about the experience of being together, of being truly in the scene again, the way we were the night in my apartment.

I don’t know if I’ve ever felt as truly whole as I did in that moment, and I think they feel it, too.

I tell Caleb to park in the back, and I lead them through the back door. The security guard there waves us in. Caleb and Briar tense behind me as I lead them to my room. We have to walk around the bar, which is the busiest section of the club, but when we pass the open playroom, where everyone is naked and most of them are fucking each other, Briar pauses to watch.

My girl likes voyeurism—noted.

Sadie catches my eye near the VIP entrance, but I briefly wave at her before ushering the couple down the hallway toward the last door on the right, which is my private room. Sadie’s eyes narrow before we disappear around the corner, but I don’t think she’s ever met or seen Caleb and Briar in person, so she has no reason to suspect anything.

Before unlocking the door, I take Briar by the hand and press her back against the wall. Taking her face in my hands, I press my lips softly to her forehead. Then I stare down at her as I say, “You’ve been a very bad wife, Briar. Hasn’t she, Caleb?”

He runs a hand through her hair, tugging her head backward as he stares down at her. “A very bad wife.”

Her breath hitches as she gazes up at both of us. “Are you ready to be punished?” I ask.

Emphatically, she nods. “Then I want you to go into this room and get naked. You should be kneeling on the floor, waiting for us. I want to talk to your husband for a moment alone. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” she replies breathily.

Reaching down, I smack her ass. “Then go.”

Unlocking the door, I open it for her and she scurries inside, leaving Caleb and me alone in the dark hallway.

I’d like to have a word with him before we proceed tonight. After everything that’s happened, I don’t quite know where his head is at when it comes to him and me. I just want to know what to expect and where to draw the line.

Once Briar is gone, I lean back against the wall and stare at him. He seems to expect the statement before I say it. “I just need to know where you and I stand.”

“You mean physically?” he asks.

“Yes,” I reply. His response stings a little bit because I’d also like to know where we stand emotionally and romantically, but I’m too afraid to ask that at the moment because I’m almost sure the answer would be absolutely nowhere.

To my surprise, Caleb slowly closes the distance between us, pressing his large body against mine. He grabs me by the back of the neck and brings our foreheads together.

“I’ve been thinking,” he mutters. “I’d like to fuck you.”

If my dick had a mouth, it would be screaming, “Yes, absolutely, do it now.”

But my brain is telling me to think about this because letting him fuck me is going to have consequences. And I’m the one at risk of getting hurt here. I don’t want to be someone’s experiment. I don’t want to be the guy a married man uses, but I don’t exactly know how to ask for reassurance.

What if he can’t give it to me? What if this is just an experiment to him? Do I still want it?

The question doesn’t even leave my lips as Caleb holds my face in his hands. There’s a tremble in his touch, and I wonder if it’s because this is the first time in his life he’s allowed himself to be this close to another man—to touch another man. To explore and express a part of himself that he’s kept hidden his entire life.

And I know that he’s bad at expressing himself with words, and I’m too afraid to ask the important questions, so he answers them with his mouth on mine.

The kiss is consuming and visceral, as if he’s licking his way into my soul. Speaking directly to my heart, finding the innermost vulnerable parts of myself and devouring them. I melt into his hands, surrendering myself to his touch. I let him lead the kiss because I want to empower him in this moment. I want him to know that he can take whatever he wants from me, and I will give it to him.

When we finally come apart, we’re both breathless, resting our foreheads against each other’s. His hands are still on my face, and mine are clutching tightly to his tuxedo jacket as if I’m afraid he might float away on a breeze.

“Yes,” I reply breathlessly. “Yes, fuck me.”

His response is the same familiar growl I’ve come to love as he grinds himself against me. And as excited as I am for him to be inside me, first, I want to punish Briar, and I know he does, too.

The punishment isn’t meant to be cruel or even true discipline. It’s an expression of trust, and there’s nothing quite as hot as that.

“Follow my lead,” I tell him as we move away from the wall and head into the room. Briar is kneeling naked on the floor, just as we told her to. It’s still such an exquisite sight.

While Caleb stands in front of her, softly stroking her hair, I head toward the toys on the wall. This is obviously their first foray into this sort of thing, so it’s best if I go easy on them. If we do any sort of impact play, I can keep it soft so I don’t overwhelm her.

When I spot the nipple clamps hanging from the wall, I smile to myself as I retrieve them. Then I grab some leather cuffs and the riding crop.

Taking the supplies over to the bed, I drop them on the mattress as I turn toward the beauty on her knees. “Briar, look at me,” I command.

Her eyes flash toward me as she waits.

“You’ll need a safe word for this, but I don’t want you to be alarmed. If you ever need us to slow down for any reason, I want you to say yellow. Do you understand?”

With a hint of a tremble, she nods.

“Use your words, angel.”

“I understand,” she states proudly.

“And if you want us to stop completely, you say red. Got it?”

“Got it.”

“You’re being punished, do you understand?”

“Yes,” she replies with a needy look on her face.

“I want you to show us what a good girl you are,” I add. Her cheeks blush with that phrase. “It’s just like when you say your Hail Marys at church. Pay your penance, and you’ll be forgiven.”

Biting her lip, she smiles up at me.

“If you take your punishment, you’ll be rewarded,” I say. Kneeling in front of her, I add, “Do you want to know what your reward will be?”

She nods with a smile in her eyes.

“You get to watch your husband fuck me.”

Astonishment crosses her features. Then, her eyes dance to Caleb, and I can see the excitement she’s expressing. Turning my head, I see he’s wearing a coy smirk.

“That’s a good reward,” she replies softly, gazing up at her husband.

“I think so, too,” I reply.