She also wondered what the Sadie in the other timeline was living through right now. Was she standing in the shower, contemplating what had just happened or was she snuggled in bed with one or both of her husbands? Dave was a generous lover who had a more open mind than Marc. She had a strong suspicion that Dave in the other timeline was willing to let Marc in their bed. Lucky other-Sadie.
Maybe she should stop feeling badly for things she had no control over and find a way to take control. There was no way she’d be able to give up either man now. She loved them both completely and she had to make them understand that. She needed them both to feel whole. Maybe the first step was for her to seduce Marc back into her bed. She had a feeling Dave would help her convince him to give in. He almost had earlier, she felt it. First things first. She needed to get them to stop circling each other like wolves marking their territory and get them to focus on her.
She closed her eyes and let the water run over her face, trying to clear her mind. Her stomach growled, interrupting her thoughts and reminding her that she and Marc didn’t get a chance to eat. She was hungry, but she wasn’t leaving this room and she wasn’t letting either man leave until this got worked out. She’d order room service and spend the time seducing her men to the point neither could turn down her body, hoping they would share. She turned off the water after rinsing and stepped out to wrap towels around her hair and her body. She had men to seduce and a future with both men to secure.
She stepped into the bedroom and heard voices in the next room. The chair Marc sat in earlier was gone. She stood listening, trying to gauge the moods of both men. She knew where she stood in this situation…firmly in the middle.
“I know you think I’m trying to ruin your marriage, but I’m not.” Dave was speaking, but he didn’t sound angry. “I know you don’t like it, but I am just as married to her as you are. I have a decade of memories with her. And she has the same memories of me.”
“Thanks for that cheap shot.” Marc did sound upset, but not over the top pissed. Yet. “And thanks for making me feel inferior because the other you is probably over there in his timeline just accepting another man and both of them are probably fucking Sadie.”
Sadie couldn’t help but smile, she’d been right about other-Sadie.
“Look, Marc, I’m just saying that the other me loves her enough to let her be happy. He’d accept the other Marc in their life if that’s what she wanted. He’s probably as open-minded as me.” Dave was always the peacemaker. Probably due to his childhood.
“Sorry I’m not so open-minded, Dave. My inclinations are for me to touch women, most especially my wife. Not you.” Dave chuckled.
“Don’t knock it until you tried it.”
She almost laughed but managed to control herself.
“Are you saying you’ve shared her with other men? That you have had sex with other men?” Marc didn’t sound as scandalized as she thought he might.
“No.” Dave laughed. “I haven’t done it either. I’m just saying I love her and I’m not able to see either one of us living without her and I damn sure don’t want her to choose. I don’t want her to hurt at all and choosing between the men she’s married to, that’s wrong for either of us to do. Marc, are you willing to risk her choosing me? Are you wanting to force her to choose? I’m not willing to lose her if she chooses you. It would hurt her in ways she’d never get over. The guilt she might feel to pick one of us would kill her. The guilt she’s probably feeling right now is going to be hard enough.” That brought fresh tears. Dave always knew her so well.
She heard Marc sigh. She could just picture him, sitting in the chair leaning forward with his elbows on his knees, fingers steepled under his chin as he rationally thought over the problem. He had a scientific mind where Dave had a passionate, lead-with-his-heart mentality.
She stepped back to the phone, called in room service and put on her underwear and shirt before taking her towels back to the bathroom. She thought about putting Dave’s t-shirt on, but didn’t want Marc to think she was choosing him. Better to remain as neutral as possible. After a few seconds away, she returned to the doorway of the bedroom to listen to her men.
“Marc, if we do this for Sadie we need to find a way to make her happy. That means we have to feel comfortable with each other. I’m not sexually attracted to you and I know you aren’t to me either—hell you don’t even like me. But if we are going to end up having her between us, we are going to be touching each other. We have to get over the stigma of that.” She heard Marc sigh.
“I know.” Marc’s voice sounded resigned. “I figured that would be the case. In the heat of the moment we’ll be touching places I’ve never touched on another man. I’m willing to make her happy and keep her satisfied. It’s going to be rough going at first, though. It’s so, foreign.”
“Yes, it will be. We both know where we stand, though, and she is our first priority. I’d do anything, and I mean anything to make her happy. I’m not the least bit shy if part of me touches part of you as long as it makes her feel good. We both have to get there, just focus on her.”
“I can’t put her in the position of cutting one of us out of her life.” Mark sighed again. “I’m not sure she’d pick me anyway. I can’t lose her, Dave. I love her. My pride means nothing. I’ll do anything to keep her in my life, even if I have to share her with you.”
Sadie couldn’t stop the happiness that bubbled up inside her at hear Marc was willing to let Dave in their lives.
“We’ll learn to be friends, Marc. She loves us both, so we know she has great taste in men.”
She heard Marc’s muffled chuckle and could picture him still sitting with his elbows on his knees, but his face buried in his hands.
“Marc, I know in your mind, I’m the second man in this relationship, but in my mind, she’s always been my wife and I’m having to share her with you. I know how hard this is and how much you must be hurting. I really am sorry to put you in this position. I promise you this, I’ll love her and protect her until my last breath. I’d feel better knowing that if I were sitting where you are. I’m not trying to take her from you, I’m just trying to love her. That’s all.”
“If she can love you, and god help me I know she does, then I guess I can learn to like you. I just have to trust her judgment, until I can trust you.”
She stepped into the room, more nervous than she wanted to be. Having struggled with herself, she knew the only person in the room who didn’t feel conflicted was Dave. She looked at him, hoping he’d let Marc take the lead. He’d need to feel he had some control. Dave seemed to understand that and gave her a genuine smile as Marc stood up. He hesitated only a moment before crossing the room and pulling her into his arms. God, it felt good. She pushed herself tighter into his body and wrapped her arms around him. Her guilt at making love to Dave hit her harder than she thought it would, now that Marc was holding her.
She felt her emotions bubble up from her gut and overwhelm her. “I’m sorry for hurting you, Marc. I’m so sorry,” she whispered, hoping he’d hear her, her emotions too close to the surface. God, she’d cheated with another man and right in front of him. The pain and guilt rose up in her, forcing her to moan. He must have heard her—he tightened his grip on her a second before pulling back and looking into her eyes. Her body began to shake as her guilt bubbled up and consumed her. She looked away, fear of seeing the pain in his eyes. The pain she had caused.
“Sadie.” His voice soft and full of love. “Look at me. Come on, baby, look at me.” It was the hardest thing she ever had to do. She heard Dave moving somewhere behind her. She knew he was moving close in case Marc hurt her by saying something negative about what she had done. She couldn’t blame Marc if he did, but she knew he wouldn’t.
“Sadie, I love you. I will always love you. I know you don’t understand everything that’s happened, but I also know you love me and Dave. I know you needed him and I don’t blame you or hate you. I don’t hate him either, okay? I only want you to be ha
ppy and if he makes you happy, I can’t be angry about that, now can I?” He smiled but it didn’t quite reach his eyes. She heard Dave approach and saw Marc look up, an expression of resignation on his face. He started to move away but Dave must have shaken his head or made another motion to stop Marc.
Warm arms wrapped around her from behind and Dave laid his cheek against the back of her head. Marc sighed before he moved in from the front, his arms encircling her waist also. Marc kissed her forehead. The moment so intimate between the three of them, it nearly stopped her heart. For the first time in so long she felt she found where she belonged. God, please don’t let this end. Both men where shirtless, their arms and hands were touching not only her but each other’s bare skin. Their faces close enough that they could move their heads and kiss one another. The realization changed her heartrate and breathing.
She brought her lips to Marc’s neck, she heard his intake of breath and felt Dave move his head to see what caused his reaction. Her tongue snaked out, running to Marc’s ear before closing her teeth over the earlobe. Marc moaned as she brought her hand up to trace the muscles of his abs. She dropped her focus to kiss his collar bone while her hand found one of his flat, male nipples. Her pussy clenched when she felt both men’s erections against her. The knock on the door had them all panting but reluctantly pulling apart.
“Sorry. I ordered room service.” She smiled up to Marc—this time his smile was genuine before he kissed her on the lips.
“I’ll get the door and tip the server.” They both looked to Dave who seemed as stunned at the turn of events as Marc. Going to the bedroom, Marc grabbed his shirt, threw it on leaving it unbuttoned and took his wallet out of his jacket pocket before opening the door to the suite. The waiter brought in the rolling cart with three covered trays and a pitcher of water.
He never said a word as he put the food on the table, but glanced around to see the three of them in various states of undress. Dave moved to stand in front of Sadie to block his view of her in only a shirt and her lacy blue underwear. Sadie grinned to herself. Dave may be more open-minded but he was still very protective. Marc cleared his throat to get the waiter’s attention before handing him a fifty-dollar bill.
“Leave the cart. We’ll put it in the hall when we’re done. And nothing you’ve seen, better leave this room. I’ll know who to find if I hear so much as a whisper. Understand?” Marc’s voice carried authority that had the young man bobbing his head in agreement before he turned and practically ran for the door. Dave wasn’t the only one who was protective. She heard Dave laugh as door to the suite shut.
“I like your style, Marc.” Dave took Sadie’s hand and walked to the table. Both men pulled the chair out for her to sit, but neither seemed to mind. At that moment she felt very loved and cared for. This might work out.
Each plate revealed stuffed mushrooms, grilled chicken breast and steamed green beans. Both Dave and Marc grinned. Apparently, she fixed this as the first meal for both men. It only seemed appropriate to have it now, as a first meal for the three of them. If she had a say, this was the first meal they’d share as a permanent threesome.
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Sadie tried to think of how to get the men back into the same position they were in before the food had been delivered. It wasn’t like she’d been too shy with them before. Especially with Dave. She was the one who put his hand on her pussy that first time. With Marc she straddled him on the captain’s chair and started to ride him. She only had on a bikini, so there wasn’t much clothing to get in her way. She’d taken control with both of them so it was no different now. She knew Dave would follow along with her and welcome the three of them in bed. That sexy thought gave her courage.
After drinking the last of her water, Sadie stood from the table. Both men looked up at her so she made a show of stretching, knowing her shirt rode high on her ass. Both men’s gazes dropped to her legs and the globes her underwear didn’t cover. She smiled to herself—men were so easy. She walked over to Marc and surprised him when she straddled him. She stared into his eyes, running her fingers over his jawline.
“I love you, Marc.” His expression softened as he cupped her face and pulled her in for a kiss. He put all his feelings for her into the kiss, and she felt his love, his desire and even his fear. She wanted to reassure him. Dave had made the first move between them, and she wanted to take the initiative with Marc. He needed to know it was her choice. She still chose to be with him. They kissed longer than they had in years, his hands massaging her ass, pushing her subtly against his erection. She heard herself moan. Her back arched pushing her breasts toward him, silently begging him for attention.
Large hands slid up her legs, grasping the hem of her shirt and lifting it over her head and then coming from behind her to cup her breasts and lift them for Marc’s attention. He never hesitated but latched on to one, sucking her hard while Dave rolled the other between his thumb and forefinger. Dave began to kiss that special spot under her ear. She could hear herself panting as Marc released her nipple with a pop and leaned back. She opened her eyes to see to Marc’s gaze drawn to Dave teasing the other nipple. His reaction was pure need and raw desire.
Dave moved away from her and stood behind Marc to help him out of his shirt. She held her intake of breath wondering if Dave would touch Marc’s skin. She felt her pussy clench at the thought. Marc moved his arms to allow Dave to slide his long sleeve dress shirt off his body before he returned them to her. He began to lick her neck in that special place while fingering both nipples. Dave’s lips found the other side of her neck. It didn’t surprise her that she became an inferno of desire.
She began to ride Marc hard and relentless, her clit needing the friction. Her desire ratcheted up when she heard Dave take off his jeans as he stood behind her. She was close enough to feel the throbbing in her clit when Dave’s hand slid between her body and Marc’s. His fingers pushing on her clit, but she knew they were rubbing Marc’s cock through his pants. She grabbed Marc’s shoulders, opened her eyes to see him glance over his shoulder to Dave before focusing on her, his mouth slightly open in desire. She cried out, pushing harder against Dave’s fingers. Dave stood behind her, keeping her from falling backward off Marc’s lap as she lost herself in her orgasm.
Marc stood when she recovered enough to open her eyes again and back off his lap. “Fuck, that was hot, baby.” She was afraid he’d be upset that Dave had touched him so intimately, but he seemed as affected as she was. Dave obviously felt comfortable enough with his sexuality and her needs to not be shy. That turned her on more than about anything else he could’ve done. Marc started kissing her again, while he struggled to removed his pants and underwear. Dave was behind her, pushing her panties down her legs. He paused to lick and nibble her ass cheeks.
“Need help, Marc?” Dave’s voice held amusement as he apparently witnessed Marc fighting with his button and zipper.
“God, yes, I’m shaking I need inside her so bad.”
Sadie felt her breath catch. Her belly clenched in desire at his admission and his willingness to let Dave get so close to him.
“Does that turn you on, Sadie?” All she could do was nod her head at Marc’s question, unable to find her voice. He reached between her legs and felt her gush of juices when Dave stood behind Marc, pushing his clothes out of the way. If he didn’t have his arm around her waist, she may have fallen.
“I guess it does.” Marc chuckled against her lips as he stroked her clit. He leaned in putting his mouth against her ear so only she could hear. “It makes me fucking hot too.” She nearly screamed from her unexpected climax. Dave quickly moved behind her to hold her up his warm chest rubbing her just like her dream, drawing her climax out so long she thought she might faint.
She didn’t remember how she got to the bed and didn’t care. She found herself on her hands and knees with Dave moving to sit in front of her leaning against the headboard. His cock so hard it was moving with every heartbeat. She felt Marc move in behind h
er, spreading her legs. His hand grasped her waist to hold her while his other must have been holding his cock to slide into her. She licked her lips looking at Dave’s body, so tight and muscular. His face showing his need as he guided her head to his hardness. His groan urged her on as she sucked him all the way down to his balls.
Marc moved inside her slowly, taking it easy so he wouldn’t push her too far on Dave’s cock and choke her. “Hurry, baby, my balls are tight. I’m moving slow so I don’t come, but I can’t hold out. God, you’re so wet.”
Dave reached up, pinching her nipples, twisting them gently. “Maybe soon, you can take us both. One in your pussy, one in your ass.” Her body flew apart, remembering her dream. She moaned hard, pushing Dave over the edge. His shout filled the room as he filled her mouth with his hot come.
“Fuck yes. Riding my cock.” Marc’s voice distant as he sped up, slamming hard into her, grabbing her hips to hold her tight. “Dave in your ass, your pussy was so wet. So tight. Oh fuck.” Her eyes flew open. Her dream, just like her dream. She pulled off Dave’s cock and screamed again as Marc’s cock got harder than ever before. He pushed hard into her his cock and spasmed hard as he threw back his head, moaning in his long climax.
Sadie laid her forehead against Dave’s stomach as he brushed her hair away from her face. She felt Marc fall forward on her body as he fought to regain control. “Holy shit.” Marc’s voice shook and he was panting hard. She could feel his heart beating fast against her back.
Sadie cleared her throat as Marc pulled out of her body and collapsed on the bed. “Marc? I have to admit to something.” She looked up to see Dave raise both eyebrows at her, but he still played with her hair.
She licked her lips and continued, “The morning that I texted you, I had a dream.” Marc opened his eyes and looked at her, still struggling to catch his breath. “The same dream I’d had for a few nights. I was on top of you in our bed, and—”
“And Dave was fucking your ass.” At Marc’s words, Dave shifted his attention from her to Marc.
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