“Jude. In me. Standing.”

He stepped in. He was taller. He bent his knees and shoved up into her in one stroke because she was soaked from his mouth and from watching. The sound she made hit the glass and came back at her. He fucked her standing like he had something to pay back, deep, lifting her onto her toes. Her cheek mashed the mirror. Her mouth left a print.

Owen came to her side, turned her face from the glass, and put his cock, slick from Jude, against her lips.

“Open.”

She opened. She tasted Jude on her husband and did not pretend she didn’t. Owen fucked her...