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  “Sure you want your boyfriend along for the ride,” he whispered while stroking her. “I’m more than enough man.”

  “But only two men can satisfy me in the way I desire.” She kissed him again. Her lips tasted of sugar and alcohol, sweet but deadly.

  “What’s his name?”

  “Martin.”

  “Martin is a lucky man.”

  After adjusting the bulge in his pants to stand, he offered her his hand to lead the way. She glanced over her shoulder at her boyfriend, sitting watching from their table, and motioned for him to follow. They didn’t wait for him to catch up as they left the bar and headed toward the hotel lobby.

  Adam and Iva stepped into the elevator and he hit the button for the twelfth floor. Even with the incredible exchange rate, work wouldn’t pay for the Penthouse suite, but the view from up there was still breathtaking. He put an arm around Iva and leaned her back against the elevator wall to come in for another kiss.

  Martin caught up just as the doors began to close. He narrowed his eyes at Adam for a moment and then smiled. He understood the game Adam was playing. The initial struggle for dominance when there is more than one man involved in the complex dance that is human copulation. His smile was an acceptance of defeat.

  Adam couldn’t understand how a man could watch while another guy cradled his girl. If he were in the other man’s shoes, he’d have punched himself right between the eyes for showing such disrespect. The other guy was clearly the weaker man.

  The elevator rose, and they merged in a three-way kiss that lasted until they reached Adam’s floor. Their grinding bodies spilled into the hallway and continued to grope and feel their way to the room door. Without even looking, Adam slipped his room card out of his pocket and into the slot beside the door. There was a click as the lock deactivated and the door opened.

  The room was already cast with wan illumination from the city lights spilling in from outside. It wasn’t bright, but in the glow they could clearly see each other's bodies. They fell onto the bed and stripped away their clothes until they were all naked and writhing as a single heap of flesh.

  Adam’s hands enveloped Iva’s supple breasts. He resisted the temptation to squeeze them like two delicious stress balls. Her mouth opened ever so slightly and she ran her tongue along the inner border of his lips. He almost hit the roof with excitement from the soft sensuality.

  Martin slipped his head between Iva’s legs and caressed her inner thighs with his tongue. She wrapped her legs around his head and moaned, kissing Adam harder and more passionately.

  With a gentle nudge, Martin pushed Adam aside, and sunk deep inside his girlfriend. He covered her mouth with his hand to muffle her moans. She arched her back and clutched the sheets.

  That was Adam’s queue to sit in the armchair opposite the bed and watch. He took his seat and dealt with his own business while watching the horny couple put on a show. Iva was insatiable, and Martin was a machine. His slow thrusts turned into animalistic ravaging. He threw her all over the room, pounding her brains out, all the while her eyes were locked with Adam’s, teasing him, taunting him.

  Adam reached the point where he couldn’t sit there like a passive bystander any more. His lust was driven wild by the feast of flesh on display in front of him. He got up from his seat, grabbed Martin by the ankles, and wrenched him off Iva. She giggled like a naughty schoolgirl as her boyfriend slipped off the edge of the bed and landed at Adam’s feet.

  “What the fuck, man?” said Martin as he picked his pride up off the floor.

  Adam climbed onto the bed and slipped right in where Martin had been only moments before. Iva took several shallow breaths as she became accustomed to his size.

  “Oh my,” she moaned.

  He flipped her legs over his shoulders and plowed into her. She bit her lip seductively and smacked his ass to spur him on.

  Adam looked back over his shoulder at Martin. Martin shrugged and wiped the sweat from his brow before joining the fun again. He held Adam’s chin and kissed him hard, and with too much tongue. Iva pushed her boyfriend aside and locked her lips with Adam’s. The couple tussled on the bed for Adam’s affections.

  Adam was reaching the point where he’d had enough of Martin grinding against him.

  I thought we’d established who was in charge, but damn, he’s a persistent fucker.

  Adam took Martin by the arm and spun him around. He pinned Martin’s hands behind his back and pressed his full body weight down on top of him. Martin squirmed, but he was trapped by the stronger man.

  Iva giggled and sat on her knees beside them, like a sweet girl on Sunday, sitting in her pew at church waiting for bible class to begin.

  Martin smiled with a devilish grin. “You like to play rough?”

  “I do,” said Adam.

  Then he forced his way inside Martin, lubricated only with his girlfriend’s juices. Adam copied Martin’s earlier performance, covering Martin’s mouth with his hand to muffle the screams.

  Adam gritted his teeth and growled in Martin’s ear. “But I’m not a bitch who likes to take it up the ass.”

  Martin growled into Adam’s hand.

  Iva lay on her side and stared into Adam’s eyes as he defiled her boyfriend. Her fingers slowly circled her breasts, down her toned midriff, finding their way to her engorged bits. She whimpered.

  Iva shuffled across the bed and spread her legs out like a platter in front of Martin. Adam released his grip and watched, enthralled as Martin buried his face in her mound and ate her out the way a bulldog finishes off a bowl of food; sloppy, messy, and plenty of tongue action.

  Iva made small whimpering sounds, her stomach contracted and her face flushed red. Martin moaned and munched harder, knowing he was about to make her come. His hands blindly pawed their way up to her breasts and he gently pinched her nipples.

  She wrapped her legs around his head and ground up against his face. Her whole body shook over and over again and she arched her back in a cat stretch.

  “Oh my god,” she moaned loud enough for the people in the neighboring rooms to hear.

  Adam couldn’t hold back any longer. He bred Martin like a cheap whore, then collapsed on the bed with his head spinning from the high of circulating fuck hormones. Iva slid up beside Adam, sandwiching him between the couple. Martin rolled over, the evidence of his own orgasm was splattered across the sheet.

  Adam didn’t shoulder the slightest hint of guilt about fucking other people behind Kate’s back. They’d never had a conversation about being sexually exclusive in all their years together, and he’d never stopped fucking whomever he felt like. The way he saw it, he’d never cheated because there had never been a time that they were officially monogamous, and if she wanted to exist in a happy delusional state where she assumed that was the case, then so be it, because it wasn’t a topic he ever cared to raise.

  Did she need to know about the others? Fuck no! Was he under any illusions that Kate would have said yes to an ongoing open relationship? There wasn’t a hope in hell. She was a virgin until the day he proposed to her. The promise of marriage had been the only way he'd ever been able to get between her legs, a challenge that drove him wild with lust and accomplishment. She’d never known another man intimately. Sex wasn’t as important to her as it was to him. Fucking made him happy. It took the pain away, and for the tiniest moment he could forget about all the shit in the world that had fucked him up since childhood.

  The room stank of sweat, cologne, alcohol and sex. The kinds of scents that smelled good to Adam.

  Iva spoke to Martin in Czech, “Are you ready yet, or do you want to play some more?”

  Adam wanted to encourage them to stay for a second round of fun. He was still horny for another taste of Iva’s delicious fruit. But that would have given away his little secret if he let on that he could understand their language.

  Martin shrugged. “There is no rush. We have time. You decide.”

  Adam tried to restrain myself fr
om smiling. A new fantasy invaded his thoughts of Iva riding him with her tight snatch while Martin took her up the ass from behind. That’s what she’d insinuated in the bar, hadn’t she? That only two men could satisfy her?

  Iva gave Martin a dirty look and rolled off the edge of the bed, onto her feet. She crossed the room to the mini bar and poured three glasses of water from a cold bottle in the fridge. She passed a glass to Martin with a smile, and one to Adam.

  There was something about a glass of cold water after exerting yourself that made it more delicious and refreshing than any other beverage ever could be. It had that strange dirty taste of foreign water, but Adam had worked up a thirst during their marathon sex session, and he was parched.

  What is the time anyway? It has to be early morning by now. Fuck, I’ll have to Skype Kate in a couple of hours and get ready for my flight home.

  He’d lost track of time. It was still dark outside, but most of the city lights had turned off, and there was no longer a rush of traffic on the street or noises from busy restaurants and bars.

  Iva walked off into the bathroom with a mesmerizing sway to her hips.

  “Fuck, she’s hot,” said Adam, eyes transfixed on the bathroom door.

  “She is, isn’t she?” said Martin.

  He reached over and touched Adam’s thigh. Instinctive reactions kicked in, and Adam brushed his hand away. Martin was both surprised and disappointed by the rejection.

  Adam didn’t know why he reacted the way he did. Without Iva in the room he just didn’t feel comfortable being touched by another man. The revulsion made his skin crawl and bile rise in his throat.

  “You don’t like that?” asked Martin.

  "Don't touch me," Adam said coldly.

  I’m not a fucking faggot. Why doesn’t he get that?

  Martin pulled away and narrowed his gaze.

  “Whatever, man” said Martin.

  He swung his feet off the edge of the bed and walked away to join Iva in the bathroom. The toilet flushed and immediately they began arguing. Though Adam couldn’t make out what they were saying through the closed door and above the sound of the cistern filling.

  I think I’ve pissed them off now. So much for sex until dawn, but I've had my fun, and the internet is full of porn. So if they decide to go or stay, doesn’t matter, I’ll take it or leave it.

  The couple emerged from the bathroom in silence. Adam sat up on the edge of the bed. He didn’t want to be stuck in the middle of a domestic.

  This is why I don’t have threesomes with couples. Fucking insecurities! Time for these two to leave.

  “Everything alright?” he asked.

  Iva’s body language changed from sullen to sexy. She tilted her head up just enough for Adam to see her eyes sparkling back at him. Martin’s hands slipped around her hips, and he rested his chin on her shoulder.

  “I have to apologize for just before,” said Martin. “Why don’t we carry on where we left off?”

  Iva’s eyes flicked over to the bedside table, to where Adam’s empty water glass was sitting. She turned her head and kissed Martin’s cheek, then began to grind her hips back against him.

  She curled her finger toward her, gesturing for Adam to come closer and join them.

  He stood up from the bed and took a step, but found himself lightheaded and his vision blurry. She reached forward and caught his hands to steady him. Both of them wrapped their arms around Adam and kissed him. But his head grew fuzzier, and he couldn’t shake off the uneasy suspicion that something didn’t feel right.

  “You okay?” asked Iva. She touched his cheek with her soft hand. Such kind eyes she had, soft and brown with flecks of gold around the center. Eyes that no man could resist falling in love with.

  Martin kissed Adam roughly, then put his hand flat on Adam’s face and pushed him away. He had a look of satisfaction on his face, smiling with his mouth but not his eyes.

  Adam's neck twinged in pain. He was pissed off. “What the fuck was that for?” His words came out slurred.

  He wanted to say more, to tell the Czech what he really thought of him, but his jaw grew heavy and his lips were numb. Suddenly, he couldn’t keep his eyes open any longer. A need to sleep hit him out of nowhere, which was strange because he had felt fine only a few minutes ago.

  The glass. The water. There was something in it. That’s why it didn’t taste right. They drugged me. Why would they do this to me?

  The room started spinning and Adam’s legs gave way beneath him as he slumped down onto the floor. The Czech couple stood over him, smiling, unperturbed. His vision faded to black while their smug faces stared down over him.

  “Sweet dreams,” said Martin.

  Iva giggled and held her man tightly.

  Chapter 2

  Adam sat at the kitchen counter drinking a cup of coffee and reading the morning newspaper on his tablet. It was the one time of the day that he got to escape from the stress of his daily life and find out what worse shit was going on in the rest of the world. He usually felt better after reading about some poor guy who got shot for his wallet, or a kid killed by a speeding car while walking home from school. He didn’t deny their misery, but they made his woes seem trivial in comparison.

  Kate walked into the kitchen. Adam paid her no attention, barely glanced up to see her. She pulled her messy bed hair into a tight ponytail and wrapped it in place with an elastic band. She walked over to the coffee machine and shook her head at the pitiful amount of coffee left in the pot.

  “Is there a global coffee shortage that I wasn’t aware of?” Kate said, her tone dripping with sarcasm.

  “Didn’t think you’d be up so early,” Adam replied without looking up from his reading. “You prefer your coffee fresh, don’t you?”

  Kate gave him a dirty look. “What is this about? You’ve been acting like a childish brat all week.”

  “You know exactly why.” He stared up at her with cold eyes and gritted teeth.

  “You’re a fucking asshole,” said Kate, her head gently shaking from side to side. “None of this is my fault.” Her chin trembled and her eyes glistened.

  Adam carried on reading.

  Kate lurched across at him, grabbed the tablet from his hands and slammed it face down on the counter. His coffee cup rocked and splashed across the table.

  “What did you do that for?” he asked in disbelief.

  “We need to have this conversation,” she said sternly. “And we need to have it now.”

  Adam sighed and gave her his full attention.

  “You already know my opinion on this,” he said calmly and unemotionally as he wiped up the mess with a napkin.

  Kate burst into tears.

  He wanted to wrap his arms around her and tell her it was all going to be fine. He hated to see her in pain, but more than that he hated being manipulated, and he wasn’t going to let her get her way this time. Time he put his foot down and ended the discussion. Major life decisions that impacted on both of them needed to be mutually agreed upon. She couldn’t have it her way without taking his feelings into consideration.

  “Please stop crying,” said Adam. He took her hand and gestured for her to sit on the stool beside him.

  She sat and they faced each other, knees touching, her hands in his.

  He spoke slowly. “We can’t afford to bring a baby into this world. Not right now.”

  Tears rolled down Kate’s cheeks, but she held herself together.

  “We don’t have a choice,” said Kate.

  “Of course we do.”

  Adam’s casual tone left Kate mortified.

  “When we chose to be together, we made a commitment to building the best life we possibly could have together.” He paused briefly. “WE decided...not just me....WE... that kids weren’t part of that plan. That we had other goals we wanted to achieve that wouldn’t be possible if we chased the dream of a picket fence in the suburbs with 2.4 children. Plus, I don’t think it’s fair to bring a child into the world.
It’s a horrible place.”

  Kate wiped her teary eyes.

  “I’m going to keep the baby,” she said, dropping her gaze to the ground before looking up again to read Adam’s expression.

  Fucking hell.

  Kids were never in Adam’s life plan. He decided at age 22 to have a vasectomy which served three purposes. First, he wouldn’t risk impregnating any money hungry ho-bag who wanted to get her claws into his inheritance. Second, he thought it was cruel to bring a child into a world where he would be a fucked up influence on their development. And last of all, he would never have to put another human being’s needs above his own.

  Kate was never supposed to get pregnant. The chances of it happening were supposed to be near zero. He’d had his sperm tested several times since the operation. The doctors had always assured him it was almost impossible so many years after a successful vasectomy to father a child.

  Of course, it raised many suspicions about Kate.

  Is it really my child? Has she been cheating on me? Am I going to be pouring my future wealth and energy into raising another man’s spawn?

  He knew the chances were infinitesimally small that Kate would have cheated on him. She wasn’t the smoking twenty-six-year old babe he’d met at a New Year’s party on the beach in Thailand and danced all night with under the stars. She’d let herself go the last couple of years in every way, from the clothes she wore to the extra weight on her hips.

  She’s lucky to have me.

  “You know how I feel about this,” said Adam. “And you know it’s not too late to do something about it.”

  He could see the fury growing in Kate. Her nostrils flared ever so slightly and her back straightened.

  “I am not getting an abortion,” she spat out every word in a harsh staccato. She folded her arms and swiveled herself on the seat so no part of her body was touching his.

  “Why not?”

  “Because it’s a baby,”

  It’s the size of a fucking pea, not fucking wearing diapers and going goo goo gah gah.

  “I think you’re being unreasonable,” said Adam.

  “Are you fucking kidding me?”