Page 8 of Crossing the Line

After

Julia

I’m spent. Every muscle in my body aches, right down to my very bones. I can hardly move, but I don’t need to, really. I’m crammed between Tam on my right, and Dominic on my left. Their skin feels warm against mine, and their rhythmic breaths in and out are like a calming vibration that runs right through me. I could stay like this forever. I feel safe, and loved, and replete in a way I’ve never felt before.

And that scares me. Why did it take the addition of Dominic to help me feel this way? Shouldn’t Tam be enough? If I was truly a good person—a good wife—then we would never have needed to do this. What does Tam think? Is he happy we went through with it, in the end, or is he lying there in silence, breathing slowly in and out against my side, and trying not to share what he really feels about this situation?

Ménage. Sounds titillating as a concept, but I forced us to confront it as a reality. What will that mean for us, moving forward?

Tam shifts suddenly against me, taking a deep breath and letting it out in a slow, shuddering sound. I turn and reach up a lazy hand to briefly cup his cheek. “Are you okay?”

His eyes soften as he stares into mine. “Yeah. I’m good, hon, and you?” His mouth curves up in a tentative grin. He seems awkward, embarrassed even, and I know I’m feeling the same. What we just did…

“Yeah. I’m good, too.”

Dominic’s fingers are resting on my waist and they tighten at my words, digging in briefly before relaxing to caress over my hip and down to my thigh. Lips graze the back of my neck, nibbling gently, and I can’t help the tiny shiver of pleasure that courses through my veins. The back of my neck is one of my favorite places to be kissed. Tam knows that, but I didn’t realize Dominic would discover the same thing.

My lips part as Dominic’s kiss deepens. His tongue swipes across my skin in a heated lick at the base of my scalp, and again a shiver runs through me. I’m still staring into my husband’s eyes, and one of his eyebrows rises up in a query before a grin suddenly transforms his features into pure handsome.

“You found one of her sweet spots, Dominic, old man,” he says, without the hint of jealousy that colored his tone earlier in the night. I smile back at him and as if in response, he reaches up to trace my lips with his thumb. The touch is gentle, slightly tickling, and the sensation wars with the enticing ministrations of Dominic’s mouth still on my neck.

“Do you like that, Julia?” Dominic’s words vibrate at the base of my skull.

“No. I hate it, Dominic.” The lie is obvious and he laughs quietly.

“Really? What do you think, Tam? Do you think I should stop what I’m doing?”

My husband lets out a chuckle, too, and it is as if his mirth permeates the whole room. I feel carefree all of a sudden. Full of joy. Unlike anything I’ve felt in years. Maybe our orgasms were so strong tonight that all our blocked-up energy just burst right out of us and now we’re free of stress. Maybe Dominic is just a damn good lay and we’re both really glad he’s here.

Whatever the reason for our combined happiness, Tam rises up to lean on one elbow, staring at Dominic as he speaks. “Definitely don’t stop, Dominic. I’ve always wondered whether it’s possible to get her to come by doing that. She truly does seem to love it, you know. Now I can see if the two of us working tag”—he slides a hand between my legs and begins to play with my already sated clit—“will make a difference. What do you think, Jules? Do you think two is better than one?”

So much for already sated. My traitorous clit hums straight back to life. Tam continues to whisper sexy words in my ear and I try to growl at him in response, but the sound comes out all strangled. Between Dominic working the back of my neck and my husband stroking my clit just the way I like it, I can’t think straight. “I … it feels … oh yes, don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”

My breathing turns to panting and my hips jerk back and forth as if with a mind of their own. Tam’s hand is a willing recipient of my mound as I thrust up into the heat of his palm. I feel the pressure building and I can’t believe, after what we’ve just been through, that I might have more in the tank. But I do. The climax hovers close, my body ready to crest, and then I explode once again between these two beautiful men, moaning and shuddering as yet another orgasm rips through me.

This time, as I surface eventually from the fog of gratification, I feel Dominic shift and leave the bed. Tam rests his hand on my thigh in a proprietary way as Dominic carries his spent condom into the bathroom. When he returns he doesn’t re-join us on the bed, but leans against the back of a chair to study us in silence.

The mood has shifted again and I frown, trying to pinpoint what’s changed. Before I can say anything, Tam sits up and leans back against a couple of stacked pillows. A puzzled frown knits his brows. “What is it, man?”

Dominic’s answering smile doesn’t reach his eyes. Yep. Definitely something wrong.

“Dominic?” I hold out my hand to coax him back, but he slowly shakes his head.

“I guess it’s that time. I should be heading off.” He says it as a statement, but there’s a look in his eyes that also seems to be pleading. Like he wants us to contradict him.

That’s easy, at least for me. I like Dominic and I’d like to see him again, beyond tonight. There’s something about him…

I glance briefly at Tam, aware of how much he’s enjoyed this experience, but not yet convinced that he might want to repeat it. Should I ask? Yes. Dominic’s look is so beseeching that I know I have to speak up. “Dom, I’d like you to—”

Tam cuts across me, his voice loud and assured. “We’d like you to stay, Dominic. If you want to, that is. I...um…” Just like that, Tam shifts from confident to awkward and when the hint of a blush lights his cheeks I stare, fascinated. I’ve never seen him blush before. He clears his throat. “I kind of like working in tandem with you. Watching Jules come like that…”

Dominic’s chuckle is genuine and all the reward we need. I pat the bed again, and this time, even though he still doesn’t re-join us, he does take a seat in that chair after turning it around to face us.

Tam leans forward. “Something I gotta know, Dominic. Why ménage? Why do you specifically look for married couples on your dating profile? Doesn’t that leave you, kind of, on the outer at the end of a date?”

It’s the wrong thing to say and instantly I realize the issue with Dominic. I jump up and grab his hand, holding him in place so my husband’s words don’t make him distance himself once again.

“He doesn’t mean this time, Dom.” I smile, trying to convey how much I like him. He stares deep into my eyes as if looking for an unspoken truth. “Tam meant in general. Before tonight.”