Chapter 1My Husband Suggested A Threesome… But I Only Crave His Best Friend
I’m lying in bed beside my husband, Ryan, but my mind is miles away — wrapped around his best friend’s thick c**k.
Ryan is kissing my neck softly, his hand sliding between my legs, rubbing my c**t in the same gentle, predictable way he’s done for four years. It feels nice. Comfortable. Safe.
But it’s not enough. Not anymore.
“Baby,” he whispers against my skin, two fingers slipping inside me. “I’ve been thinking about something… What if we had a threesome?”
My p***y clenches hard around his fingers. My breath catches.
“With who?” I ask, trying to sound casual even as my mind screams one name.
“Scott.”
The moment he says it, heat floods my entire body. Scott. Ryan’s rugged, tattooed best friend. The man who
