In the end we settled on one thing: Craig needed to be taught a lesson.

“Shock therapy,” Bryce had called it, “Make him live out his worst nightmare.”

If Craig wanted to fuck around, we’d give him some consequences.

And on paper and in my mind, in the back of it, the whole thing smacked of being a terrible idea. The little moral center in the heart of me told me that this was such a bad idea, such a complete and utter betrayal.

Because if there is one thing in the world I know should be unforgivable, it’s cheating.

But it was for his own good, Bryce insisted and I could see the logic of that. I could understand how Craig would never learn a lesson until he saw something happen right in front of his eyes. He had to understand that what we were doing, it was because of him but it was also for him. For his own good.

I wrote a letter, explaining everything I knew and everything I thought of him. Bryce taped it to the front door of our house so it would be the first thing Craig got when he walked in.

Then we settled in the front room, French doors with windows so he could see in but locked and secured from our side. No way for him to get to us but he could see us. He could see us as we pushed his buttons.

Bryce doesn’t know if this is a good idea but I know we don’t have a choice. He asked me time and again before Craig got home whether I was sure this was something I wanted to do, but I knew that want didn’t factor into this.

Not until he had me in his arms and I could feel his hard body pressing against me and around me. Not until he was squeezing me and I was kissing him and I could feel it, the hunger.

In his body. In my body. The thrumming need that was building up from someplace within me and begging out for attention. Screaming out for me to fulfill it, to satisfy it.

Screaming out for more.

Regrets? I don’t have time for regrets or second-guessing. I don’t have time for any of that and I need Bryce to know that I am in, one hundred percent, so I fall to my knees and I reach for his belt and I swallow hard in anticipation as my hands tremble and my fingers twitch while I unlatch and unzip and tug him free.

His pants hit the ground as his cock slaps against my cheek and, completely out of my own control, I moan.