The Other Man (The Other Man Series Book 1) by D Breeze Read Free Book Online

because he knows he’ll never have it. He’ll beg, he’ll tell you how hot this is and how much he wishes he could touch us. What better way to tease, Blake? You’ll tell him he can come closer, that he can have a single taste but he needs to remember that I don’t belong to him. Because I’m yours, right? Only yours. Maybe you’ll let him touch me here,” her hand pushed my fingers deeper. “Or maybe only you can do that but he wants the taste, Blake. You’ll push your fingers into his mouth and let him suck them clean. It’s so hot, I’ll be on fire and it’ll be too much. I’ll drop to my knees and suck your cock while he licks my taste off your fingers. Imagine it, Blake. Can you see it? That’s just the start.”
    “Ok,” I croaked, barely able to keep my feet. “Ok, ok, yeah, we’ll do it.”
    She hopped up onto the kitchen counter, shoved my trousers down to my ankles and guided my straining cock to her entrance.
    “Fuck me, Blake.”
    Hook, line and sinker.
    She couldn’t have played that any better.
    God damn it.

 

     
    I paced the lounge, wondering if maybe it was me who had lost their mind.
    Instead of doing what I should have done and telling Carlie that sexual coercion is null and void when it involves something as monumental as a threesome with another man, I let her make her plans. Which, may I add, she didn’t waste any time doing. It was the Saturday after I had agreed to her ridiculous idea and Carlie had me waiting around while she ‘got herself ready’.
    Is she fucking kidding me with this shit?
    Honestly, I couldn’t have felt like less of man. Waiting for my wife to get ready, to make herself look even more beautiful for another fucking guy. I was working myself up, and not in the way she wanted me to. I wasn’t excited, or nervous at all. I was purely just pissed off. Seeing as the asshole who had agreed to come and be a part of...whatever it was, would be arriving any minute, I didn’t have time to talk myself down.
    The doorbell rang and Carlie shouted down for me to answer it. I was pretty certain that it wasn’t possible to feel any more awkward, until she said that. Me answer the door to this guy? Not a good idea. I did it anyway.
    I opened the door, stepped forward, and punched the stranger across the jaw. My fist connecting with his chin, it didn’t feel nearly as good as it should have. He barely moved an inch. I shook out the pain in my hand and watched in confusion as the guy smiled, split lip and all.
    “Not exactly the welcome I was expecting, but let’s get all of your anger out now shall we?” His fingers came to his mouth and he winced when they came away bloody, “Nice shot though. I’m Zach.”
    He held out his hand. Like I was going to shake it? Fuck no.
    My shoulders twitched with the need to punch him again, to try and rid him of the smugness that radiated from him. He was saved when Carlie came bounding down the stairs.
    “Blake! What are you doing?” She sucked in a breath at, what I’m assuming was, Zach’s split lip.
    “Don’t worry about it, beautiful. I could do with something to stop the bleeding though!”
    The fucker smiled again and stepped around me to hug Carlie. Instantly, I knew that it was going to destroy me to go through with it. The guy was everything I wasn’t. Never having worried about feeling self-conscious before, even in the slightest, I fought back the doubts in my mind.
    He was broad shouldered, taller than me, but not by much and his face just screamed ‘there isn’t a person alive who doesn’t want a piece of me’. He was what women’s dreams were made of. No wonder Carlie wanted to play with him.
    I hated him touching her and I just hated him. Carlie scowled at me over his shoulder. How was I the bad guy in the situation? He turns up to my house, in his gym gear, knowing his plan was to fuck my wife, and I’m in the wrong? No.
    “Come through to the kitchen, we’ll get that sorted. I’m sorry about him,