Page 2 of The Shared Game

The betrayal was that while ignoring me, he had no problem constantly browsing porn by himself or ogling Instagram models. He even had an OnlyFans subscription for a few girls. That was hard not to take personally. I was his wife, I was horny as hell, and right there waiting in our bed, just begging for him to fuck me senseless like he did when we first started dating.

It wasn’t the only factor, but it was one of many. A rich tapestry of marital problems that, when woven together, looked more like one of my early crochet attempts than the beautiful masterpiece I wanted it to be. The one I thought we were both working toward.

“I like your dress. It really sets the theme!” Mindy enthused, pushing a rogue strand of blonde hair behind her ear.

“Thanks. Just good luck, I guess.”

“Let’s see if your luck holds out with the cards.” Aaron flashed a winning smile. It was the kind that had me planning what toy I’d break out the second I got home.

I’d invested in several after the divorce—big ones, realistic ones, and not-so-realistic ones shaped like tentacles. I’d bought a powerful vibrating one that plugged into the mains that was too much for me to take, and then another tiny, innocuous-looking one shaped like a penguin. In a surprise twist, that was the one that did such a fantastic job sucking my clit it made me explode in mere minutes, leading me to suspect its innocent appearance was a deliberate ruse on the manufacturer’s part.

I clenched my thighs together hard and let out a nervous giggle that hopefully covered the flush rising in my chest.

Aaron turned his attention back to setting up the game, but not before he stole another glance at my cleavage. I hadn’t put too much on show, but with the size of my girls, even the smallest V-neck was enough to turn heads.

His gaze met mine. He knew I’d caught him. It was his turn to blush as another surge of lust shot through me.

It was nice to be desired. To feel wanted. To have a man’s gaze rake hungrily over my body and to like what it saw. I didn’t know how much I’d missed that until this moment, until that thing inside me that wanted to be adored, desired, worshipped, and more, turned on like a light, sending every shadow of doubt I had about my body skittering away.

Not flirting with Aaron just became that much more difficult. I’m sure Mindy wouldn’t have a problem with it; she was wearing a wedding ring and at that age where you want to see everyone paired off, but I was still wary. Just see how the night turns out, I told myself over and over again. Don’t rush into anything, another voice came. It was being outvoted by the surge of electricity crackling between my thighs, but it demanded to be heard.

I promised the darker urges in me I’d tend to them as soon as we got home, when another problem walked in—all six feet of it.

“Sorry, I’m late. Any games still not started?” The newcomer smiled at the organizer.

“Hi, Kevin. I think this table is still shuffling cards and dealing, if you want to hop in?”

“Perfect.” His dark eyes met mine. There was something behind them. Something that spoke of danger, of inhibitions toppling like dominoes. Of rolling in the hay and not caring how messy things got.

This connection between us hit me harder than I thought. Did he feel it, too? The curl of his kissable lips said that there was something. Hopefully not just my imagination. It had been so long since anyone looked at me like that, and now two guys in as many minutes? Either I’d hit the jackpot here, or I was just so horny and lonely I was imagining things.

“Hi, I’m Kevin.” His voice rumbled as he took his place opposite me, next to Aaron. His eyes didn’t leave mine for one second.

“Paisley.” I blushed and looked away.

He ruffled his mess of blonde hair and scratched at his unruly stubble with an ease that made me want to see his rumpled clothes on my bedroom floor.

“Paisley. That’s pretty. And all dressed up and ready.” He smirked and nodded toward my dress. He wasn’t nearly as subtle as Aaron when it came to checking me out.

“Thanks. Birds are kind of my thing. Birds and board games.”

My words were small, but I was feeling anything but. Instead of shrinking at his gaze, I leaned into it, resting my arms on the table and making sure both Aaron and Kevin got a good show.

The result was better than I thought. Aaron spluttered mid-drink. Kevin nearly fell off the bench, moving to pretend he didn’t just see what he saw. So, he wasn’t as confident as I thought. Like all men, he got flustered when confronted with a confident woman who knew what she wanted and how to get it. I filed that information away for later.

Aaron dealt the cards, and we settled in. Mindy checked hers, oblivious to this thing happening between the three of us. I pretended to look at my hand while struggling to tear my attention away from either of them.

Kevin exchanged a look with Aaron. Did they have a previous connection, or was it a simple acknowledgment that they’d both seen what they’d seen—a view right down my top that I’d invited? It had been so long since I’d flirted with anyone that I struggled to decide.

Maybe the look was something else. Maybe they were lovers, and my attempts at flirting were missing the mark. There was a closeness between them, something intangible but crackling away like the fire behind them. Still, I couldn’t shake the feeling they both wanted me.

Would it be greedy of me to want them both? At the same time? It was a crazy idea, but I was making up for lost time here, and my pussy loved the idea of sharing two guys who were also into each other. She didn’t have the most rational ideas, but she’d never steered me wrong when it came to having a good time.

“Your turn, Paisley.” Mindy prompted with an elbow.

Dreams of sharing a bed with the Viking and the Surfer—as I had already affectionately labeled them for later fantasies—lingered as I checked out my cards and tried my hardest to ignore the buzz between my legs that was aching for something more than a board game.

Two - Aaron