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Two women.
And one man.
The two women approach the man by rubbing up against him. The man grabs the hair of the woman on his right and kisses her while the spanks the other’s ass.
I don't think I've ever seen such an exciting performance made of shadows. Or maybe I'm just craving a fuck. The silhouettes move past that screen and my heart begins to beat faster as I remain mesmerized by the scene. Seeing Kyle walk toward the bed and prepare the ropes makes me smile.
Forced to leave the stalls and change surroundings, I try to find a more hidden space from which to watch. Still, nothing is as strong as what I am seeing. A redhead and Miriana join Kyle and Miriana lies down while the blonde and Kyle tie her arms and legs wide open. Kyle stops at the foot of the bed and looks at Miriana as the redhead hands him a riding crop. It looks like leather but I'm not sure, I can't see it from here. He runs it over her feet, continues over her legs, belly, breasts until he lifts it up and turns it around hitting Miriana's tits and stomach repeatedly. The sensuality with which her body moves under the strokes of the strings makes my cock throb. The redhead approaches Kyle and undresses him showing off his sculpted body almost completely covered with tattoos. The last time I saw my brother naked he had only the phoenix on his arm.
The redhead kneels down and pulls out my brother's cock while he keeps whipping his wife. Kyle approaches Miriana and kisses her while he fucks the redhead's face. The way Miriana and Kyle move are amazing, and the connection between them is palpable. Once again I try to hold back the urge to do something. The redhead leaves Kyle's cock and does as told while swifts and sucks Miriana's tits making her wiggles. Kyle watches her contentedly and wanks over Miri’s arms. She arches her back and flops her head backward, waiting with her mouth open for Kyle to throw her a bone. He strokes his cock in front of her before thrusting into her mouth. Then he lets his hands run down her front up to her pussy. Kyle rubs her clit and starts to fuck finger making her moan as the redhead reaches down between Miriana's legs and licks her fluids.
I don't know what is happening to me, but this is a moment I will not easily forget. As I watch their scene, I realize how little I knew about Miriana and Kyle, how much there’s yet to be discovered about their lives. And while Hellfire hides many shadows, there are also lights that illuminate aspects of myself that I didn't know I still had. I want it. I want to taste and touch that little piece of heaven just as the redhead does on stage. To caress that amazing body that Miriana has and have her mouth. God I wish I had a little taste of it. But I guess the good old days are over and although Kyle shares Miri with another woman, I don't think he wants to do it with a man or with me. I wouldn't. I would fucking be obsessed with her. Or worse...
Chapter Ten
Miriana
Kyle and I continue to share our intimate world with Dean. It is a territory we have explored in so many ways, but so far, Dean has not come forward. We cannot deny that we long for him, to imagine him there with us, making our scenes even more intense.
We have left the door open, both literally and metaphorically. The possibility of Dean becoming part of our world excites us both, but we understand he is not ready. Not yet. We would like to smell him, his hands on us, but we respect his time.
I know Kyle would like to talk to Dean, put the cards on the table and share our intimacy. Yes, we have shared experiences with other people before, but I am not sure Dean knows that Kyle and I have a polygamous relationship. We keep it hidden from prying eyes, but I can't deny I would like Dean to know.
Love, respect and trust are the pillars on which Kyle and I base our relationship. They make us strong and united, and we never put anything above these values. It is this deep mutual understanding that allows us to explore the boundaries of our relationship and our fantasies without fear.
It makes me feel good to know that Kyle loves me so deeply he is willing to share his woman with another man. And it makes me feel wanted when he watches ravenously when someone touches me, because I know it is his love for me that drives him in those moments. And I feel loved even more when the night ends and we are alone again, when his arms wrap around me and his voice whispers sweet words in my ear.
I must admit that few times in my life have I felt such a deep connection with someone that I wanted to vet. Dean's desire is tangible, yet I understand why he pulled back. Like when we were in the pool, he was so close as to kiss me. His body quivered against mine, but I understand that he pulled back both out of respect to Kyle and because the relationship with Greta broke him. It made him vulnerable, and now he is trying to rebuild his life and himself before he can figure out what he really wants.
The emotional scars can be deep, Kyle and I are here for him, ready to support him when he feels ready to open up further. In the meantime, we continue to share our secrets and desires, to explore the boundaries of pleasure and love with the complicity that only a relationship built on trust can offer.
* * *
The day I've been dreading is finally here. I had promised Kyle that I would have this chat with Dean, explaining everything as kindly and compassionately as possible. After dinner, while the men are about to pick a flick, I find myself tidying up the kitchen, gathering the guts to approach Dean.
Kyle shoots me a glance and nods, as if to grant me his approval to tackle this tough task. I take a deep breath, attempting to steady my nerves. “Dean, do you have a sec?” I ask, my voice shaking slightly.
He shifts his gaze, flashing me a soothing smile. “Always for you.” He moves toward the couch and motions me to take a seat.
Kyle rises from his seat and fetches a folder he had put together. I settle on the coffee table across from Dean, struggling to stay put as my heart pounds wildly in my chest.
His eyes scan my face, intense and inquisitive, as he opens up his legs, effectively trapping me between them. “It's odd seeing you nervous. What's up?” His voice though is calm and comforting.
I spill everything, from the heart-wrenching discovery of Greta's numerous betrayals to the shocking truth about the money wasted on her. As he listens attentively, I spot a void in his eyes. The more my words sink in, the more he seems to emotionally withdraw. I glance at Kyle, worried, and I can see that he is too.
I move toward Dean and stroke his face, trying to ground him. “She's not worth it, Dean,” I murmur, aiming to be his rock in this storm. “She doesn't deserve another second of your life.”
Dean looks me straight in the eyes, and in his gaze, I see a cocktail of pain, fury, and determination. “I want the divorce,” he asserts firmly, as if that's the only thing that matters right now.
I don't know what to expect from his reaction, but I'm prepared to back whatever decision he makes. I wrap my arms around him, holding him close to me as if I'm trying to give my strength to him. Dean reciprocates, clutching me tightly as we both take a deep breath, trying to soak up each other's energy.
I outline the divorce options available and he agrees to have someone sent to assist us with the procedure.
“I'll go with a security guard,” I suggest.
“No way, Miri,” Dean objects. “I'm not letting you face her alone,” I'm about to argue but he shakes his head. “I'm coming too,” he states in a tone that leaves no room for argument. I sigh and pull him into another embrace, this time it's for me. I need it.
