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My heart beats wildly in my chest, and my cock throbs painfully as Silence looks at me again. I give her a single nod, and she swallows hard before pulling Yale closer to kiss him again.

He runs his hands over her breasts, down her sides, and takes her hands, moving them above her head and threading their fingers together. She spreads her legs, lifting her knees, and I’m breathing fast, the room closing in, my dick somehow hardening further.

Yale rolls his hips, and he’s inside her.

Silence gasps against his mouth, and my brother groans, whispering my wife’s name as he pulls back and sinks deeper.

I thought this would break me, but watching her now, there's no shattered aching in my heart. No desire to tear her away from my brother and back into my arms. There's only peace, and the overwhelming urge to watch her pleasure. She looks so beautiful like this. Cheeks flushed, lips thoroughly kissed, with my brother between her thighs.

Calm washes over me, because the regret I feared never surfaces.

I don’t want to miss a second of it, but I can’t help glancing at Xavier. He’s transfixed and comes to stand by me. I’m unsure if it’s for reassurance or a better view, but we don’t speak.

We just watch.

Silence arches her back as Yale takes a nipple into his mouth, sucking as he grinds his hips into her with slow, patient movements. Her eyes are closed, body flushed and glistening with sweat as my brother fucks her.

“She’s fucking beautiful,” Xavier whispers, and I’m not sure if he’s saying it to himself or me.

Still, I respond, “She really is.”

Silence’s cries become broken, and that means she’s close to coming. Yale moves faster, gripping her hands tighter as his gentle movements become quick, powerful thrusts. Silence’s breasts shake, and she whimpers.

“Say his name when you come, Silence,” I say.

She gasps, eyes rolling back. “Yale.”

“Fuck,” Yale bites out. “Jesus, she’s coming so hard on my cock.”

I grip my chin, anything to distract me from the urge to stroke my dick at the sight of my wife coming as hard as she is.

Yale groans, and Silence lets out one final, sharp cry before her back meets the bed. My brother kisses her, and it seems to bring her back to life, because she wraps her legs around him and responds passionately.

When the kiss ends, he whispers something to her, and she laughs breathlessly. He rests his forehead on her chest, seemingly trying to catch his breath, and she runs her fingers through his hair. It’s such an intimate, caring moment that I simply watch, a small smile on my face, because their bond isn’t broken, not even fractured.

Yale gets up, and Xavier goes to Silence. She lets out a squeal when he hoists her into his arms and turns them, falling back onto the bed so she’s straddling him.

“You’re gonna open your stitches!”

“That’s why you’re gonna ride me, Q.”

Silence looks over at me, smile wide, and I grin. She mouths a quick “I love you,” and then Xavier is tweaking her nipple to get her attention.

As she works to get his cock out of his jeans, Xavier says something that has her tipping her head back and laughing.

Fuck. I thought there was no way I could love this woman more, but I’m falling deeper with every passing minute.

She pumps my brother’s cock slowly, and he grits his teeth, watching her hand moving. I hold my breath as she pushes herself up on her knees, balancing over his dick before slowly sliding down.

Xavier grips her hips, and once Silence is fully seated, she drops her chin to her chest and breathes.

“Feel my piercings, Q?” Xavier asks breathlessly. She nods, eyes closed, and rolls her hips once. “Fuck, Jesus, you’re tight.”

She smiles dreamily, eyes closed as she gently thrusts her hips. “Zayden?”

“Yes, baby?”

“When Xavier comes inside me, I want you, too.” She opens her eyes and looks over at me, cheeks pink. “I want to taste you while he fills me.”