The Home-wrecker (The Goode Brothers)
The Home-wrecker: Chapter 53

I could tell Caleb was hesitant about this at first. He thinks it’s not right to let Dean have this distraction, but we all know that the grief and pain will be waiting for him when all of this is over. For now, Dean wants to put off those feelings and indulge in something only we can give him.

I’d give him anything.

But, to be honest, after a week apart, I need this as much as he does. I spent the last seven days thinking that we were losing Dean to please others. What a waste that would have been.

So now that he’s here, I’m not letting him go.

As he flips me onto my stomach and yanks my ass into the air, I know what Dean wants. My core flutters in anticipation at the thought.

His touch grazes my back entrance, and I practically melt.

“Remember telling me I could have this?” he asks.

I nod with a whimper.

“It’s still all mine, right?”

It’s so dirty and sexy. I swear I could come from his words alone. “Yes,” I purr in return.

“Can we fuck you at the same time, angel?”

My heart hammers in my chest. I’ve wanted this for so long. Both of them inside me at once. Being the glue that holds us all together. Being one.

“Yes, please,” I cry out.

“Do you have lube?” Dean asks, turning back toward Caleb.

“Yeah,” he replies, climbing off the bed. It takes me by surprise. Caleb didn’t tell me he bought lube, but he must have been thinking about being together again. Another shot of excitement shoots through me. We’re all getting what we want.

Caleb opens the drawer of his nightstand and retrieves a bottle of lube, tossing it to Dean.

“Lie down,” Dean says to him.

Caleb drops onto the bed next to me before yanking me on top of him. My legs straddle his hips as I lean down and kiss him. I’ve never been more in love with my husband. We struggled for so long, and now I feel closer to him than ever.

All it took was falling in love with the same person.

Dean’s fingers slide through my core as he lets out a hum. “So wet, angel.”

I love letting Dean use my body to get what he needs. I want to fulfill his every need.

Caleb nibbles and kisses my face when I feel something cool drip down my crack. I moan into Caleb’s mouth when Dean’s finger rubs and massages the tight ring. I can’t help but tense up.

“Relax for me, angel,” he murmurs, rubbing his hard length against my leg. “Feel that? That’s how hard you make me, looking so sexy like this with your perfect ass in the air for me.”

“You are so sexy,” Caleb adds with his lips against my ear. “And you’re all ours.”

More moisture pools between my legs from their praise.

“Lift up, angel. Let me see you take your husband’s cock.”

Biting my lip, I raise my ass in the air as Caleb lines himself up with my soaking core. Dean’s hands are there, touching me and touching him, so we feel like one. And when I lower my hips, letting Caleb sink deep inside me, I let out a strained moan of pleasure.

“That’s my girl.” He moans, kissing my neck. “God, I love being inside you.”

“I love it too,” I reply with a breathy whimper.

“You two are so fucking hot,” Dean adds from behind me. He’s still gently massaging and playing with my asshole, gently trying to relax the muscle to let him in.

Having Caleb inside me, moving slowly on top of him, helps to relax my entire body. So, without even trying, I feel myself open for him, and Dean slips inside.

“There you go,” he says, his voice deep with a sultry growl. “Good girl.”

It’s just his finger at first, but I’m eager to take more. So I thrust backward, chasing the sensation. I feel him stretching me and then adding a second finger.

“How are you doing, angel?” he asks. I can’t stop moaning with each tiny thrust.

“I need more,” I reply quickly. “I need you both.”

My voice doesn’t even sound like me. It’s too raspy and sexy. As if I’ve been corrupted into being this sexy vixen, and I never want to go back.

Right now, I’m not playing the part of the sweet angel, mother, or wife. It’s like I’ve added a new role and uncovered a deeper part of my personality—this erotic side of myself that does not shy away from sex or know shame. She is not a lesser version because she’s dirty and loves being fucked or dominated. She is more.

She is me.

“Fuck me,” I cry out, pushing back toward Dean and taking Caleb deeper.

There’s a click from the bottle of lube, and more cool liquid drips between my cheeks. Then I hear the wet sound of Dean stroking himself.

“I need to be inside you, angel. I need it so fucking bad.” His voice is strained and desperate as I feel the blunt tip of his cock against my back entrance. It’s foreign, and for a moment, I think there is no way this will fit. I’m already so full.

But with just a little pressure, he breaches the tight ring and fills me even more.

My body is buzzing with excitement and arousal as he slowly inches his way inside.

“Oh fuck.” Caleb groans beneath me. “I can feel you.”

“You should fucking see how beautiful this is.” Dean groans, gazing down at the place where he’s buried inside me. “She’s taking us both so well.”

I can hardly breathe. I am overcome with them. And when Dean’s hips are against my backside, and I know his cock is as far in as it can go, I let out the air from my chest and ease into this sensation.

We are one.

I almost don’t want to move. I’d rather stay this way forever.

Dean places his hands on my hips and inches me forward and then back in a slow rhythm. For a while, it’s just me moving very slowly. I’m savoring the newness of this, committing it to memory. It’s like nothing I’ve ever experienced.

But then I feel us all growing restless for more. We’re all strung so tight, needy for the explosion of pleasure awaiting us at the end of this. There is tension and angst to get out, and I am ready to be fucked hard.

Relaxing my face on Caleb’s chest, I melt into his arms. “Use me,” I say, kissing the soft patch of hair between his pecs. “And make it rough.”

Caleb grabs my face and kisses me fiercely.

Then Dean tightens his grip on my hips and slams into me harder. I let out a filthy-sounding cry as pleasure erupts inside me, cascading up my spine.

“More,” I moan.

Suddenly, they are unleashed. Dean pounds relentlessly behind me as Caleb thrusts upward, and all I can do is claw at the sheets and hold on.

The three of us are caught in a storm of moans, cries, bodies, and flesh—clinging to each other as if our lives depended on it. The current of this lust is powerful and godly. And we are exquisitely doomed to ride this wave forever. It’s a storm I never want to escape.

My orgasm begins to build with every violent thrust and every hint of pain. Burying my hand between my legs, I massage my clit, intensifying everything until I nearly explode from the pressure.

I let out a scream as the climax rolls through me, wave after wave. My body trembles and shakes as I try to hold on to this sensation, wanting this pleasure to never leave my body.

Caleb roars out his own release, a punishing grip on my ass as he roughly thrusts upward.

Dean is the last to come, and when he finally lets the sensation win, his cries are strangled and exhausted. They sound like relief and euphoria combined.

I know the moment he’s done because he sinks down on top of me, and I feel his chest quake. I don’t know if they are tears or if he’s just trying to catch his breath, but I know this is what he needed.

We lie like this for a long time, recovering and holding each other. When they each pull out of me, I become empty without them. Their cum leaks from each hole until I’m a mess—a filthy, beautiful mess.

Dean collapses onto the mattress, pulling me down so I’m in the middle. Exhausted and sore, I let them dote on me, each kissing me and whispering sweet nothings into my ear. Back and forth, they mumble their praises until I don’t know one voice from the other.

“You are incredible.”

“How do you feel?”

“What can we get you?”

“We love you so much.”

“Our angel.”

I must nod off for a moment because I wake to Dean carrying me in his arms. When he sets me down, I sink into a hot bubble bath. I open my eyes to find Caleb lifting cold water to my lips and stroking my face.

There’s something so lovely and perfect about being roughly fucked and then tenderly nurtured. It’s that dichotomy of getting to be both, and it needs trust and love, something we all share. I trust them to use me, hurt me, and control me because I know that they love me and will be here to take care of me when it’s done.

It’s the same way we feel for Dean. We trust him to go to work and let others touch him because we know that his heart is ours, and at the end of the day, it’s this relationship he’s devoted to. And when the grief of his loss hits him, we will be here to support him however he needs.

And the same with Caleb. Dean and I both know that while he struggles to express himself, he loves us and will always protect us, no matter what. Because a time will come when he needs us to love and protect him, and we will be there.

This relationship was forged by trust. It was thrown into the fire of sin and infidelity until it was melted and softened before being hammered into something new. Something stronger.

Something I know in my heart will last forever.