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The next Saturday came faster than I expected.

Ryan's phone buzzed at dinner on Thursday. He read it and grinned.

"The guys are coming over on Saturday" he said. "Are you good with that?"

I stirred my rice and kept my face calm. "I am good with that" I said.

He just didnt know.....I had already decided what I was going to do.

That week I played it safe around Ryan. Quiet. A little distant. Like the thing from before had passed. He noticed, the way men notice when the good part stops, and he looked almost relieved.

"Guess you cooled off" he said one night on the couch.

"I think I changed my mind" I said. "It was just a phase."

He smiled and kissed my head. "No worries, babe. I get it."

He thought it was over. That was exactly what I wanted him to think. He never said a word about it to the guys. It was just between me and him.

Saturday came. Bottles. Laughter. The same five voices.

I stayed in the bedroom longer than usual. When I came out, I kept to the edge of the room. Calm. Like I was not into it anymore. The friend who had got caught looking before watched me from across the room, confused, like he was waiting for the version of me from last time. I gave him nothing.

Hours passed. One by one they left. Marco. The one who called me nice. The quiet one. Ryan walked them out, laughing at the door.

And the last one was at the kitchen counter, refilling his bottle from the tap, like he had forgotten something.

I stood in the hallway. Ryan was at the front door, still talking. The kitchen was empty and ten feet away.

I walked in.

He looked up when I entered. Water ran over his hand.

"Sienna, I didnt expect you to come in here" he said.

"You forgot your drink" I said. But im just pretending to know nothing

He set it down and wiped his hand on his jeans.

Instead.....I stepped closer.

His throat moved. He wasnt drunk, not like the others. Just nervous, and now something else was waking up in his eyes.

"Ryan is my friend and you are his wife" he said.

"I know exactly who I am" I said.

Then I did the thing I had thought about for a week. I reached out and took his wrist. I pulled his hand to my hip, over the fabric, and held it there.

He froze. His palm was warm through the cloth.

"Sienna, we should not be doing this" he breathed.

I leaned in. His mouth met mine before he finished the thought. Not soft. Not careful. Like he had wanted it as long as I had, and the lie I told Ryan made it hotter. His other hand found my waist and pulled me against him. I felt the want in him, real now, not a glance across a room but a thing pressed to me, and nobody in the living room knew a thing.

Ryan's laugh cut from the doorway. "You coming or what" he called.

I broke the kiss and stepped back. The friend's eyes were wide, his lips wet, his breath short.

"I should go before Ryan sees us" he said.

"Yeah" I said.

He left through the kitchen, past Ryan, like nothing happened. Ryan came back in, grinning.

"Thought he got lost" he said.

I smiled. My mouth still tasted like him, and Ryan had no idea.

"He was just getting water" I said.

The next Saturday came faster than I expected.

Ryan's phone buzzed at dinner on Thursday. He read it and grinned.

"The guys are coming over on Saturday" he said. "Are you good with that?"

I stirred my rice and kept my face calm. "I am good with that" I said.

He just didnt know.....I had already decided what I was going to do.

That week I played it safe around Ryan. Quiet. A little distant. Like the thing from before had passed. He noticed, the way men notice when the good part stops, and he looked almost relieved.

"Guess you cooled off" he said one night on the couch.

"I think I changed my mind" I said. "It was just a phase."

He smiled and kissed my head. "No worries, babe. I get it."

He thought it was over. That was exactly what I wanted him to think. He never said a word about it to the guys. It was just between me and him.

Saturday came. Bottles. Laughter. The same five voices.

I stayed in the bedroom longer than usual. When I came out, I kept to the edge of the room. Calm. Like I was not into it anymore. The friend who had got caught looking before watched me from across the room, confused, like he was waiting for the version of me from last time. I gave him nothing.

Hours passed. One by one they left. Marco. The one who called me nice. The quiet one. Ryan walked them out, laughing at the door.

And the last one was at the kitchen counter, refilling his bottle from the tap, like he had forgotten something.

I stood in the hallway. Ryan was at the front door, still talking. The kitchen was empty and ten feet away.

I walked in.

He looked up when I entered. Water ran over his hand.

"Sienna, I didnt expect you to come in here" he said.

"You forgot your drink" I said. But im just pretending to know nothing

He set it down and wiped his hand on his jeans.

Instead.....I stepped closer.

His throat moved. He wasnt drunk, not like the others. Just nervous, and now something else was waking up in his eyes.

"Ryan is my friend and you are his wife" he said.

"I know exactly who I am" I said.

Then I did the thing I had thought about for a week. I reached out and took his wrist. I pulled his hand to my hip, over the fabric, and held it there.

He froze. His palm was warm through the cloth.

"Sienna, we should not be doing this" he breathed.

I leaned in. His mouth met mine before he finished the thought. Not soft. Not careful. Like he had wanted it as long as I had, and the lie I told Ryan made it hotter. His other hand found my waist and pulled me against him. I felt the want in him, real now, not a glance across a room but a thing pressed to me, and nobody in the living room knew a thing.

Ryan's laugh cut from the doorway. "You coming or what" he called.

I broke the kiss and stepped back. The friend's eyes were wide, his lips wet, his breath short.

"I should go before Ryan sees us" he said.

"Yeah" I said.

He left through the kitchen, past Ryan, like nothing happened. Ryan came back in, grinning.

"Thought he got lost" he said.

I smiled. My mouth still tasted like him, and Ryan had no idea.

"He was just getting water" I said.

The next Saturday came faster than I expected.

Ryan's phone buzzed at dinner on Thursday. He read it and grinned.

"The guys are coming over on Saturday" he said. "Are you good with that?"

I stirred my rice and kept my face calm. "I am good with that" I said.

He just didnt know.....I had already decided what I was going to do.

That week I played it safe around Ryan. Quiet. A little distant. Like the thing from before had passed. He noticed, the way men notice when the good part stops, and he looked almost relieved.

"Guess you cooled off" he said one night on the couch.

"I think I changed my mind" I said. "It was just a phase."

He smiled and kissed my head. "No worries, babe. I get it."

He thought it was over. That was exactly what I wanted him to think. He never said a word about it to the guys. It was just between me and him.

Saturday came. Bottles. Laughter. The same five voices.

I stayed in the bedroom longer than usual. When I came out, I kept to the edge of the room. Calm. Like I was not into it anymore. The friend who had got caught looking before watched me from across the room, confused, like he was waiting for the version of me from last time. I gave him nothing.

Hours passed. One by one they left. Marco. The one who called me nice. The quiet one. Ryan walked them out, laughing at the door.

And the last one was at the kitchen counter, refilling his bottle from the tap, like he had forgotten something.

I stood in the hallway. Ryan was at the front door, still talking. The kitchen was empty and ten feet away.

I walked in.

He looked up when I entered. Water ran over his hand.

"Sienna, I didnt expect you to come in here" he said.

"You forgot your drink" I said. But im just pretending to know nothing

He set it down and wiped his hand on his jeans.

Instead.....I stepped closer.

His throat moved. He wasnt drunk, not like the others. Just nervous, and now something else was waking up in his eyes.

"Ryan is my friend and you are his wife" he said.

"I know exactly who I am" I said.

Then I did the thing I had thought about for a week. I reached out and took his wrist. I pulled his hand to my hip, over the fabric, and held it there.

He froze. His palm was warm through the cloth.

"Sienna, we should not be doing this" he breathed.

I leaned in. His mouth met mine before he finished the thought. Not soft. Not careful. Like he had wanted it as long as I had, and the lie I told Ryan made it hotter. His other hand found my waist and pulled me against him. I felt the want in him, real now, not a glance across a room but a thing pressed to me, and nobody in the living room knew a thing.

Ryan's laugh cut from the doorway. "You coming or what" he called.

I broke the kiss and stepped back. The friend's eyes were wide, his lips wet, his breath short.

"I should go before Ryan sees us" he said.

"Yeah" I said.

He left through the kitchen, past Ryan, like nothing happened. Ryan came back in, grinning.

"Thought he got lost" he said.

I smiled. My mouth still tasted like him, and Ryan had no idea.

"He was just getting water" I said.

The next Saturday came faster than I expected.

Ryan's phone buzzed at dinner on Thursday. He read it and grinned.

"The guys are coming over on Saturday" he said. "Are you good with that?"

I stirred my rice and kept my face calm. "I am good with that" I said.

He just didnt know.....I had already decided what I was going to do.

That week I played it safe around Ryan. Quiet. A little distant. Like the thing from before had passed. He noticed, the way men notice when the good part stops, and he looked almost relieved.

"Guess you cooled off" he said one night on the couch.

"I think I changed my mind" I said. "It was just a phase."

He smiled and kissed my head. "No worries, babe. I get it."

He thought it was over. That was exactly what I wanted him to think. He never said a word about it to the guys. It was just between me and him.

Saturday came. Bottles. Laughter. The same five voices.

I stayed in the bedroom longer than usual. When I came out, I kept to the edge of the room. Calm. Like I was not into it anymore. The friend who had got caught looking before watched me from across the room, confused, like he was waiting for the version of me from last time. I gave him nothing.

Hours passed. One by one they left. Marco. The one who called me nice. The quiet one. Ryan walked them out, laughing at the door.

And the last one was at the kitchen counter, refilling his bottle from the tap, like he had forgotten something.

I stood in the hallway. Ryan was at the front door, still talking. The kitchen was empty and ten feet away.

I walked in.

He looked up when I entered. Water ran over his hand.

"Sienna, I didnt expect you to come in here" he said.

"You forgot your drink" I said. But im just pretending to know nothing

He set it down and wiped his hand on his jeans.

Instead.....I stepped closer.

His throat moved. He wasnt drunk, not like the others. Just nervous, and now something else was waking up in his eyes.

"Ryan is my friend and you are his wife" he said.

"I know exactly who I am" I said.

Then I did the thing I had thought about for a week. I reached out and took his wrist. I pulled his hand to my hip, over the fabric, and held it there.

He froze. His palm was warm through the cloth.

"Sienna, we should not be doing this" he breathed.

I leaned in. His mouth met mine before he finished the thought. Not soft. Not careful. Like he had wanted it as long as I had, and the lie I told Ryan made it hotter. His other hand found my waist and pulled me against him. I felt the want in him, real now, not a glance across a room but a thing pressed to me, and nobody in the living room knew a thing.

Ryan's laugh cut from the doorway. "You coming or what" he called.

I broke the kiss and stepped back. The friend's eyes were wide, his lips wet, his breath short.

"I should go before Ryan sees us" he said.

"Yeah" I said.

He left through the kitchen, past Ryan, like nothing happened. Ryan came back in, grinning.

"Thought he got lost" he said.

I smiled. My mouth still tasted like him, and Ryan had no idea.

"He was just getting water" I said.

The next Saturday came faster than I expected.

Ryan's phone buzzed at dinner on Thursday. He read it and grinned.

"The guys are coming over on Saturday" he said. "Are you good with that?"

I stirred my rice and kept my face calm. "I am good with that" I said.

He just didnt know.....I had already decided what I was going to do.

That week I played it safe around Ryan. Quiet. A little distant. Like the thing from before had passed. He noticed, the way men notice when the good part stops, and he looked almost relieved.

"Guess you cooled off" he said one night on the couch.

"I think I changed my mind" I said. "It was just a phase."

He smiled and kissed my head. "No worries, babe. I get it."

He thought it was over. That was exactly what I wanted him to think. He never said a word about it to the guys. It was just between me and him.

Saturday came. Bottles. Laughter. The same five voices.

I stayed in the bedroom longer than usual. When I came out, I kept to the edge of the room. Calm. Like I was not into it anymore. The friend who had got caught looking before watched me from across the room, confused, like he was waiting for the version of me from last time. I gave him nothing.

Hours passed. One by one they left. Marco. The one who called me nice. The quiet one. Ryan walked them out, laughing at the door.

And the last one was at the kitchen counter, refilling his bottle from the tap, like he had forgotten something.

I stood in the hallway. Ryan was at the front door, still talking. The kitchen was empty and ten feet away.

I walked in.

He looked up when I entered. Water ran over his hand.

"Sienna, I didnt expect you to come in here" he said.

"You forgot your drink" I said. But im just pretending to know nothing

He set it down and wiped his hand on his jeans.

Instead.....I stepped closer.

His throat moved. He wasnt drunk, not like the others. Just nervous, and now something else was waking up in his eyes.

"Ryan is my friend and you are his wife" he said.

"I know exactly who I am" I said.

Then I did the thing I had thought about for a week. I reached out and took his wrist. I pulled his hand to my hip, over the fabric, and held it there.

He froze. His palm was warm through the cloth.

"Sienna, we should not be doing this" he breathed.

I leaned in. His mouth met mine before he finished the thought. Not soft. Not careful. Like he had wanted it as long as I had, and the lie I told Ryan made it hotter. His other hand found my waist and pulled me against him. I felt the want in him, real now, not a glance across a room but a thing pressed to me, and nobody in the living room knew a thing.

Ryan's laugh cut from the doorway. "You coming or what" he called.

I broke the kiss and stepped back. The friend's eyes were wide, his lips wet, his breath short.

"I should go before Ryan sees us" he said.

"Yeah" I said.

He left through the kitchen, past Ryan, like nothing happened. Ryan came back in, grinning.

"Thought he got lost" he said.

I smiled. My mouth still tasted like him, and Ryan had no idea.

"He was just getting water" I said.

The next Saturday came faster than I expected.

Ryan's phone buzzed at dinner on Thursday. He read it and grinned.

"The guys are coming over on Saturday" he said. "Are you good with that?"

I stirred my rice and kept my face calm. "I am good with that" I said.

He just didnt know.....I had already decided what I was going to do.

That week I played it safe around Ryan. Quiet. A little distant. Like the thing from before had passed. He noticed, the way men notice when the good part stops, and he looked almost relieved.

"Guess you cooled off" he said one night on the couch.

"I think I changed my mind" I said. "It was just a phase."

He smiled and kissed my head. "No worries, babe. I get it."

He thought it was over. That was exactly what I wanted him to think. He never said a word about it to the guys. It was just between me and him.

Saturday came. Bottles. Laughter. The same five voices.

I stayed in the bedroom longer than usual. When I came out, I kept to the edge of the room. Calm. Like I was not into it anymore. The friend who had got caught looking before watched me from across the room, confused, like he was waiting for the version of me from last time. I gave him nothing.

Hours passed. One by one they left. Marco. The one who called me nice. The quiet one. Ryan walked them out, laughing at the door.

And the last one was at the kitchen counter, refilling his bottle from the tap, like he had forgotten something.

I stood in the hallway. Ryan was at the front door, still talking. The kitchen was empty and ten feet away.

I walked in.

He looked up when I entered. Water ran over his hand.

"Sienna, I didnt expect you to come in here" he said.

"You forgot your drink" I said. But im just pretending to know nothing

He set it down and wiped his hand on his jeans.

Instead.....I stepped closer.

His throat moved. He wasnt drunk, not like the others. Just nervous, and now something else was waking up in his eyes.

"Ryan is my friend and you are his wife" he said.

"I know exactly who I am" I said.

Then I did the thing I had thought about for a week. I reached out and took his wrist. I pulled his hand to my hip, over the fabric, and held it there.

He froze. His palm was warm through the cloth.

"Sienna, we should not be doing this" he breathed.

I leaned in. His mouth met mine before he finished the thought. Not soft. Not careful. Like he had wanted it as long as I had, and the lie I told Ryan made it hotter. His other hand found my waist and pulled me against him. I felt the want in him, real now, not a glance across a room but a thing pressed to me, and nobody in the living room knew a thing.

Ryan's laugh cut from the doorway. "You coming or what" he called.

I broke the kiss and stepped back. The friend's eyes were wide, his lips wet, his breath short.

"I should go before Ryan sees us" he said.

"Yeah" I said.

He left through the kitchen, past Ryan, like nothing happened. Ryan came back in, grinning.

"Thought he got lost" he said.

I smiled. My mouth still tasted like him, and Ryan had no idea.

"He was just getting water" I said.

The next Saturday came faster than I expected.

Ryan's phone buzzed at dinner on Thursday. He read it and grinned.

"The guys are coming over on Saturday" he said. "Are you good with that?"

I stirred my rice and kept my face calm. "I am good with that" I said.

He just didnt know.....I had already decided what I was going to do.

That week I played it safe around Ryan. Quiet. A little distant. Like the thing from before had passed. He noticed, the way men notice when the good part stops, and he looked almost relieved.

"Guess you cooled off" he said one night on the couch.

"I think I changed my mind" I said. "It was just a phase."

He smiled and kissed my head. "No worries, babe. I get it."

He thought it was over. That was exactly what I wanted him to think. He never said a word about it to the guys. It was just between me and him.

Saturday came. Bottles. Laughter. The same five voices.

I stayed in the bedroom longer than usual. When I came out, I kept to the edge of the room. Calm. Like I was not into it anymore. The friend who had got caught looking before watched me from across the room, confused, like he was waiting for the version of me from last time. I gave him nothing.

Hours passed. One by one they left. Marco. The one who called me nice. The quiet one. Ryan walked them out, laughing at the door.

And the last one was at the kitchen counter, refilling his bottle from the tap, like he had forgotten something.

I stood in the hallway. Ryan was at the front door, still talking. The kitchen was empty and ten feet away.

I walked in.

He looked up when I entered. Water ran over his hand.

"Sienna, I didnt expect you to come in here" he said.

"You forgot your drink" I said. But im just pretending to know nothing

He set it down and wiped his hand on his jeans.

Instead.....I stepped closer.

His throat moved. He wasnt drunk, not like the others. Just nervous, and now something else was waking up in his eyes.

"Ryan is my friend and you are his wife" he said.

"I know exactly who I am" I said.

Then I did the thing I had thought about for a week. I reached out and took his wrist. I pulled his hand to my hip, over the fabric, and held it there.

He froze. His palm was warm through the cloth.

"Sienna, we should not be doing this" he breathed.

I leaned in. His mouth met mine before he finished the thought. Not soft. Not careful. Like he had wanted it as long as I had, and the lie I told Ryan made it hotter. His other hand found my waist and pulled me against him. I felt the want in him, real now, not a glance across a room but a thing pressed to me, and nobody in the living room knew a thing.

Ryan's laugh cut from the doorway. "You coming or what" he called.

I broke the kiss and stepped back. The friend's eyes were wide, his lips wet, his breath short.

"I should go before Ryan sees us" he said.

"Yeah" I said.

He left through the kitchen, past Ryan, like nothing happened. Ryan came back in, grinning.

"Thought he got lost" he said.

I smiled. My mouth still tasted like him, and Ryan had no idea.

"He was just getting water" I said.

His mouth stayed on my neck. Warm. Slow. The same husband I had been with for nine years, only now there was a new current under his hands.

I closed my eyes and let the thought sit. The room. The five of them. The way they had looked at me like I was something they wanted and could not touch. Ryan knew. He had always known. That was the part that made my skin hum.

"We should try to get some sleep" I said. Not because I wanted to stop, but because I wanted to keep the door open, not slam it.

"Yeah, we should get some sleep" he murmured against my skin.

But neither of us moved for a while. His arm stayed around me. My leg stayed pressed to his. The want was still there, folded under the blanket, waiting.

The next morning came slow. Light through the curtain. Ryan already up, coffee in the kitchen like always. Normal. Safe. Only now I knew the safe part had a door in it, and he had left it open on purpose.

I found him at the counter. He slid a mug toward me.

"You managed to sleep okay last night" he said.

"I slept some, but my thinking kept me up for a while" I said.

He looked at me over the rim of his cup. "You were thinking about them" he said.

"I was thinking about you and them" I said. "And what you said to me, that you liked it."

He set the cup down. "I meant every word of it" he said. "I aint scared of this, Sienna. I already told you that"

I held my mug and felt the heat through the ceramic. "Then we should talk about it before the next time they come over" I said.

He nodded once. "We will talk when you are ready for it" he said.

.................I was already ready for it.

That day moved quiet. I went to work, hands on backs and shoulders, sore again by the fifth client. But the soreness felt different now. Like my body knew something had shifted. Every time I thought of the living room, the warm thing low in my stomach came back, steady.

"You seem like you are somewhere else today" my last client said.

"I am just thinking about some things" I said.

At home that night, Ryan cooked. Simple thing. He hummed while he did it. Normal. Only now normal had a second layer, and we both knew it.

After dinner we sat on the couch. The same couch the guys had crowded a week before. He put his arm behind me.

"Next time they come over, you do whatever feels good to you" he said. "I aint gonna be mad about it. I already told you that."

I looked at him. "And if what feels good to me is not just them looking at me" I said.

He was quiet for a second. Then he smiled, that loose one from the night before.

"We will talk about that too" he said. "But I aint gonna lie to you, Sienna. The idea of it gets me hard"

My face went warm. Not from shame. From the same thing that had started it all, the night I heard them through the wall.

"I know you got hard" I said. "I felt you against me last night"

He laughed, soft. "Yeah, you felt exactly that" he said.

We left it there. Not finished. Just opened. The door was still there, and now we had both walked up to it.

I went to bed that night without the fear I had at the start. The compliments were still in my head, but they were not just voices through a wall anymore. They were a thing Ryan and I shared now. Something we built together, slow, without rushing it.

And I knew, the next time the doorbell rang, I wouldnt hide in the bedroom.

His mouth stayed on my neck. Warm. Slow. The same husband I had been with for nine years, only now there was a new current under his hands.

I closed my eyes and let the thought sit. The room. The five of them. The way they had looked at me like I was something they wanted and could not touch. Ryan knew. He had always known. That was the part that made my skin hum.

"We should try to get some sleep" I said. Not because I wanted to stop, but because I wanted to keep the door open, not slam it.

"Yeah, we should get some sleep" he murmured against my skin.

But neither of us moved for a while. His arm stayed around me. My leg stayed pressed to his. The want was still there, folded under the blanket, waiting.

The next morning came slow. Light through the curtain. Ryan already up, coffee in the kitchen like always. Normal. Safe. Only now I knew the safe part had a door in it, and he had left it open on purpose.

I found him at the counter. He slid a mug toward me.

"You managed to sleep okay last night" he said.

"I slept some, but my thinking kept me up for a while" I said.

He looked at me over the rim of his cup. "You were thinking about them" he said.

"I was thinking about you and them" I said. "And what you said to me, that you liked it."

He set the cup down. "I meant every word of it" he said. "I aint scared of this, Sienna. I already told you that"

I held my mug and felt the heat through the ceramic. "Then we should talk about it before the next time they come over" I said.

He nodded once. "We will talk when you are ready for it" he said.

.................I was already ready for it.

That day moved quiet. I went to work, hands on backs and shoulders, sore again by the fifth client. But the soreness felt different now. Like my body knew something had shifted. Every time I thought of the living room, the warm thing low in my stomach came back, steady.

"You seem like you are somewhere else today" my last client said.

"I am just thinking about some things" I said.

At home that night, Ryan cooked. Simple thing. He hummed while he did it. Normal. Only now normal had a second layer, and we both knew it.

After dinner we sat on the couch. The same couch the guys had crowded a week before. He put his arm behind me.

"Next time they come over, you do whatever feels good to you" he said. "I aint gonna be mad about it. I already told you that."

I looked at him. "And if what feels good to me is not just them looking at me" I said.

He was quiet for a second. Then he smiled, that loose one from the night before.

"We will talk about that too" he said. "But I aint gonna lie to you, Sienna. The idea of it gets me hard"

My face went warm. Not from shame. From the same thing that had started it all, the night I heard them through the wall.

"I know you got hard" I said. "I felt you against me last night"

He laughed, soft. "Yeah, you felt exactly that" he said.

We left it there. Not finished. Just opened. The door was still there, and now we had both walked up to it.

I went to bed that night without the fear I had at the start. The compliments were still in my head, but they were not just voices through a wall anymore. They were a thing Ryan and I shared now. Something we built together, slow, without rushing it.

And I knew, the next time the doorbell rang, I wouldnt hide in the bedroom.

His mouth stayed on my neck. Warm. Slow. The same husband I had been with for nine years, only now there was a new current under his hands.

I closed my eyes and let the thought sit. The room. The five of them. The way they had looked at me like I was something they wanted and could not touch. Ryan knew. He had always known. That was the part that made my skin hum.

"We should try to get some sleep" I said. Not because I wanted to stop, but because I wanted to keep the door open, not slam it.

"Yeah, we should get some sleep" he murmured against my skin.

But neither of us moved for a while. His arm stayed around me. My leg stayed pressed to his. The want was still there, folded under the blanket, waiting.

The next morning came slow. Light through the curtain. Ryan already up, coffee in the kitchen like always. Normal. Safe. Only now I knew the safe part had a door in it, and he had left it open on purpose.

I found him at the counter. He slid a mug toward me.

"You managed to sleep okay last night" he said.

"I slept some, but my thinking kept me up for a while" I said.

He looked at me over the rim of his cup. "You were thinking about them" he said.

"I was thinking about you and them" I said. "And what you said to me, that you liked it."

He set the cup down. "I meant every word of it" he said. "I aint scared of this, Sienna. I already told you that"

I held my mug and felt the heat through the ceramic. "Then we should talk about it before the next time they come over" I said.

He nodded once. "We will talk when you are ready for it" he said.

.................I was already ready for it.

That day moved quiet. I went to work, hands on backs and shoulders, sore again by the fifth client. But the soreness felt different now. Like my body knew something had shifted. Every time I thought of the living room, the warm thing low in my stomach came back, steady.

"You seem like you are somewhere else today" my last client said.

"I am just thinking about some things" I said.

At home that night, Ryan cooked. Simple thing. He hummed while he did it. Normal. Only now normal had a second layer, and we both knew it.

After dinner we sat on the couch. The same couch the guys had crowded a week before. He put his arm behind me.

"Next time they come over, you do whatever feels good to you" he said. "I aint gonna be mad about it. I already told you that."

I looked at him. "And if what feels good to me is not just them looking at me" I said.

He was quiet for a second. Then he smiled, that loose one from the night before.

"We will talk about that too" he said. "But I aint gonna lie to you, Sienna. The idea of it gets me hard"

My face went warm. Not from shame. From the same thing that had started it all, the night I heard them through the wall.

"I know you got hard" I said. "I felt you against me last night"

He laughed, soft. "Yeah, you felt exactly that" he said.

We left it there. Not finished. Just opened. The door was still there, and now we had both walked up to it.

I went to bed that night without the fear I had at the start. The compliments were still in my head, but they were not just voices through a wall anymore. They were a thing Ryan and I shared now. Something we built together, slow, without rushing it.

And I knew, the next time the doorbell rang, I wouldnt hide in the bedroom.

His mouth stayed on my neck. Warm. Slow. The same husband I had been with for nine years, only now there was a new current under his hands.

I closed my eyes and let the thought sit. The room. The five of them. The way they had looked at me like I was something they wanted and could not touch. Ryan knew. He had always known. That was the part that made my skin hum.

"We should try to get some sleep" I said. Not because I wanted to stop, but because I wanted to keep the door open, not slam it.

"Yeah, we should get some sleep" he murmured against my skin.

But neither of us moved for a while. His arm stayed around me. My leg stayed pressed to his. The want was still there, folded under the blanket, waiting.

The next morning came slow. Light through the curtain. Ryan already up, coffee in the kitchen like always. Normal. Safe. Only now I knew the safe part had a door in it, and he had left it open on purpose.

I found him at the counter. He slid a mug toward me.

"You managed to sleep okay last night" he said.

"I slept some, but my thinking kept me up for a while" I said.

He looked at me over the rim of his cup. "You were thinking about them" he said.

"I was thinking about you and them" I said. "And what you said to me, that you liked it."

He set the cup down. "I meant every word of it" he said. "I aint scared of this, Sienna. I already told you that"

I held my mug and felt the heat through the ceramic. "Then we should talk about it before the next time they come over" I said.

He nodded once. "We will talk when you are ready for it" he said.

.................I was already ready for it.

That day moved quiet. I went to work, hands on backs and shoulders, sore again by the fifth client. But the soreness felt different now. Like my body knew something had shifted. Every time I thought of the living room, the warm thing low in my stomach came back, steady.

"You seem like you are somewhere else today" my last client said.

"I am just thinking about some things" I said.

At home that night, Ryan cooked. Simple thing. He hummed while he did it. Normal. Only now normal had a second layer, and we both knew it.

After dinner we sat on the couch. The same couch the guys had crowded a week before. He put his arm behind me.

"Next time they come over, you do whatever feels good to you" he said. "I aint gonna be mad about it. I already told you that."

I looked at him. "And if what feels good to me is not just them looking at me" I said.

He was quiet for a second. Then he smiled, that loose one from the night before.

"We will talk about that too" he said. "But I aint gonna lie to you, Sienna. The idea of it gets me hard"

My face went warm. Not from shame. From the same thing that had started it all, the night I heard them through the wall.

"I know you got hard" I said. "I felt you against me last night"

He laughed, soft. "Yeah, you felt exactly that" he said.

We left it there. Not finished. Just opened. The door was still there, and now we had both walked up to it.

I went to bed that night without the fear I had at the start. The compliments were still in my head, but they were not just voices through a wall anymore. They were a thing Ryan and I shared now. Something we built together, slow, without rushing it.

And I knew, the next time the doorbell rang, I wouldnt hide in the bedroom.

His mouth stayed on my neck. Warm. Slow. The same husband I had been with for nine years, only now there was a new current under his hands.

I closed my eyes and let the thought sit. The room. The five of them. The way they had looked at me like I was something they wanted and could not touch. Ryan knew. He had always known. That was the part that made my skin hum.

"We should try to get some sleep" I said. Not because I wanted to stop, but because I wanted to keep the door open, not slam it.

"Yeah, we should get some sleep" he murmured against my skin.

But neither of us moved for a while. His arm stayed around me. My leg stayed pressed to his. The want was still there, folded under the blanket, waiting.

The next morning came slow. Light through the curtain. Ryan already up, coffee in the kitchen like always. Normal. Safe. Only now I knew the safe part had a door in it, and he had left it open on purpose.

I found him at the counter. He slid a mug toward me.

"You managed to sleep okay last night" he said.

"I slept some, but my thinking kept me up for a while" I said.

He looked at me over the rim of his cup. "You were thinking about them" he said.

"I was thinking about you and them" I said. "And what you said to me, that you liked it."

He set the cup down. "I meant every word of it" he said. "I aint scared of this, Sienna. I already told you that"

I held my mug and felt the heat through the ceramic. "Then we should talk about it before the next time they come over" I said.

He nodded once. "We will talk when you are ready for it" he said.

.................I was already ready for it.

That day moved quiet. I went to work, hands on backs and shoulders, sore again by the fifth client. But the soreness felt different now. Like my body knew something had shifted. Every time I thought of the living room, the warm thing low in my stomach came back, steady.

"You seem like you are somewhere else today" my last client said.

"I am just thinking about some things" I said.

At home that night, Ryan cooked. Simple thing. He hummed while he did it. Normal. Only now normal had a second layer, and we both knew it.

After dinner we sat on the couch. The same couch the guys had crowded a week before. He put his arm behind me.

"Next time they come over, you do whatever feels good to you" he said. "I aint gonna be mad about it. I already told you that."

I looked at him. "And if what feels good to me is not just them looking at me" I said.

He was quiet for a second. Then he smiled, that loose one from the night before.

"We will talk about that too" he said. "But I aint gonna lie to you, Sienna. The idea of it gets me hard"

My face went warm. Not from shame. From the same thing that had started it all, the night I heard them through the wall.

"I know you got hard" I said. "I felt you against me last night"

He laughed, soft. "Yeah, you felt exactly that" he said.

We left it there. Not finished. Just opened. The door was still there, and now we had both walked up to it.

I went to bed that night without the fear I had at the start. The compliments were still in my head, but they were not just voices through a wall anymore. They were a thing Ryan and I shared now. Something we built together, slow, without rushing it.

And I knew, the next time the doorbell rang, I wouldnt hide in the bedroom.

His mouth stayed on my neck. Warm. Slow. The same husband I had been with for nine years, only now there was a new current under his hands.

I closed my eyes and let the thought sit. The room. The five of them. The way they had looked at me like I was something they wanted and could not touch. Ryan knew. He had always known. That was the part that made my skin hum.

"We should try to get some sleep" I said. Not because I wanted to stop, but because I wanted to keep the door open, not slam it.

"Yeah, we should get some sleep" he murmured against my skin.

But neither of us moved for a while. His arm stayed around me. My leg stayed pressed to his. The want was still there, folded under the blanket, waiting.

The next morning came slow. Light through the curtain. Ryan already up, coffee in the kitchen like always. Normal. Safe. Only now I knew the safe part had a door in it, and he had left it open on purpose.

I found him at the counter. He slid a mug toward me.

"You managed to sleep okay last night" he said.

"I slept some, but my thinking kept me up for a while" I said.

He looked at me over the rim of his cup. "You were thinking about them" he said.

"I was thinking about you and them" I said. "And what you said to me, that you liked it."

He set the cup down. "I meant every word of it" he said. "I aint scared of this, Sienna. I already told you that"

I held my mug and felt the heat through the ceramic. "Then we should talk about it before the next time they come over" I said.

He nodded once. "We will talk when you are ready for it" he said.

.................I was already ready for it.

That day moved quiet. I went to work, hands on backs and shoulders, sore again by the fifth client. But the soreness felt different now. Like my body knew something had shifted. Every time I thought of the living room, the warm thing low in my stomach came back, steady.

"You seem like you are somewhere else today" my last client said.

"I am just thinking about some things" I said.

At home that night, Ryan cooked. Simple thing. He hummed while he did it. Normal. Only now normal had a second layer, and we both knew it.

After dinner we sat on the couch. The same couch the guys had crowded a week before. He put his arm behind me.

"Next time they come over, you do whatever feels good to you" he said. "I aint gonna be mad about it. I already told you that."

I looked at him. "And if what feels good to me is not just them looking at me" I said.

He was quiet for a second. Then he smiled, that loose one from the night before.

"We will talk about that too" he said. "But I aint gonna lie to you, Sienna. The idea of it gets me hard"

My face went warm. Not from shame. From the same thing that had started it all, the night I heard them through the wall.

"I know you got hard" I said. "I felt you against me last night"

He laughed, soft. "Yeah, you felt exactly that" he said.

We left it there. Not finished. Just opened. The door was still there, and now we had both walked up to it.

I went to bed that night without the fear I had at the start. The compliments were still in my head, but they were not just voices through a wall anymore. They were a thing Ryan and I shared now. Something we built together, slow, without rushing it.

And I knew, the next time the doorbell rang, I wouldnt hide in the bedroom.

His mouth stayed on my neck. Warm. Slow. The same husband I had been with for nine years, only now there was a new current under his hands.

I closed my eyes and let the thought sit. The room. The five of them. The way they had looked at me like I was something they wanted and could not touch. Ryan knew. He had always known. That was the part that made my skin hum.

"We should try to get some sleep" I said. Not because I wanted to stop, but because I wanted to keep the door open, not slam it.

"Yeah, we should get some sleep" he murmured against my skin.

But neither of us moved for a while. His arm stayed around me. My leg stayed pressed to his. The want was still there, folded under the blanket, waiting.

The next morning came slow. Light through the curtain. Ryan already up, coffee in the kitchen like always. Normal. Safe. Only now I knew the safe part had a door in it, and he had left it open on purpose.

I found him at the counter. He slid a mug toward me.

"You managed to sleep okay last night" he said.

"I slept some, but my thinking kept me up for a while" I said.

He looked at me over the rim of his cup. "You were thinking about them" he said.

"I was thinking about you and them" I said. "And what you said to me, that you liked it."

He set the cup down. "I meant every word of it" he said. "I aint scared of this, Sienna. I already told you that"

I held my mug and felt the heat through the ceramic. "Then we should talk about it before the next time they come over" I said.

He nodded once. "We will talk when you are ready for it" he said.

.................I was already ready for it.

That day moved quiet. I went to work, hands on backs and shoulders, sore again by the fifth client. But the soreness felt different now. Like my body knew something had shifted. Every time I thought of the living room, the warm thing low in my stomach came back, steady.

"You seem like you are somewhere else today" my last client said.

"I am just thinking about some things" I said.

At home that night, Ryan cooked. Simple thing. He hummed while he did it. Normal. Only now normal had a second layer, and we both knew it.

After dinner we sat on the couch. The same couch the guys had crowded a week before. He put his arm behind me.

"Next time they come over, you do whatever feels good to you" he said. "I aint gonna be mad about it. I already told you that."

I looked at him. "And if what feels good to me is not just them looking at me" I said.

He was quiet for a second. Then he smiled, that loose one from the night before.

"We will talk about that too" he said. "But I aint gonna lie to you, Sienna. The idea of it gets me hard"

My face went warm. Not from shame. From the same thing that had started it all, the night I heard them through the wall.

"I know you got hard" I said. "I felt you against me last night"

He laughed, soft. "Yeah, you felt exactly that" he said.

We left it there. Not finished. Just opened. The door was still there, and now we had both walked up to it.

I went to bed that night without the fear I had at the start. The compliments were still in my head, but they were not just voices through a wall anymore. They were a thing Ryan and I shared now. Something we built together, slow, without rushing it.

And I knew, the next time the doorbell rang, I wouldnt hide in the bedroom.

His mouth stayed on my neck. Warm. Slow. The same husband I had been with for nine years, only now there was a new current under his hands.

I closed my eyes and let the thought sit. The room. The five of them. The way they had looked at me like I was something they wanted and could not touch. Ryan knew. He had always known. That was the part that made my skin hum.

"We should try to get some sleep" I said. Not because I wanted to stop, but because I wanted to keep the door open, not slam it.

"Yeah, we should get some sleep" he murmured against my skin.

But neither of us moved for a while. His arm stayed around me. My leg stayed pressed to his. The want was still there, folded under the blanket, waiting.

The next morning came slow. Light through the curtain. Ryan already up, coffee in the kitchen like always. Normal. Safe. Only now I knew the safe part had a door in it, and he had left it open on purpose.

I found him at the counter. He slid a mug toward me.

"You managed to sleep okay last night" he said.

"I slept some, but my thinking kept me up for a while" I said.

He looked at me over the rim of his cup. "You were thinking about them" he said.

"I was thinking about you and them" I said. "And what you said to me, that you liked it."

He set the cup down. "I meant every word of it" he said. "I aint scared of this, Sienna. I already told you that"

I held my mug and felt the heat through the ceramic. "Then we should talk about it before the next time they come over" I said.

He nodded once. "We will talk when you are ready for it" he said.

.................I was already ready for it.

That day moved quiet. I went to work, hands on backs and shoulders, sore again by the fifth client. But the soreness felt different now. Like my body knew something had shifted. Every time I thought of the living room, the warm thing low in my stomach came back, steady.

"You seem like you are somewhere else today" my last client said.

"I am just thinking about some things" I said.

At home that night, Ryan cooked. Simple thing. He hummed while he did it. Normal. Only now normal had a second layer, and we both knew it.

After dinner we sat on the couch. The same couch the guys had crowded a week before. He put his arm behind me.

"Next time they come over, you do whatever feels good to you" he said. "I aint gonna be mad about it. I already told you that."

I looked at him. "And if what feels good to me is not just them looking at me" I said.

He was quiet for a second. Then he smiled, that loose one from the night before.

"We will talk about that too" he said. "But I aint gonna lie to you, Sienna. The idea of it gets me hard"

My face went warm. Not from shame. From the same thing that had started it all, the night I heard them through the wall.

"I know you got hard" I said. "I felt you against me last night"

He laughed, soft. "Yeah, you felt exactly that" he said.

We left it there. Not finished. Just opened. The door was still there, and now we had both walked up to it.

I went to bed that night without the fear I had at the start. The compliments were still in my head, but they were not just voices through a wall anymore. They were a thing Ryan and I shared now. Something we built together, slow, without rushing it.

And I knew, the next time the doorbell rang, I wouldnt hide in the bedroom.

His mouth stayed on my neck. Warm. Slow. The same husband I had been with for nine years, only now there was a new current under his hands.

I closed my eyes and let the thought sit. The room. The five of them. The way they had looked at me like I was something they wanted and could not touch. Ryan knew. He had always known. That was the part that made my skin hum.

"We should try to get some sleep" I said. Not because I wanted to stop, but because I wanted to keep the door open, not slam it.

"Yeah, we should get some sleep" he murmured against my skin.

But neither of us moved for a while. His arm stayed around me. My leg stayed pressed to his. The want was still there, folded under the blanket, waiting.

The next morning came slow. Light through the curtain. Ryan already up, coffee in the kitchen like always. Normal. Safe. Only now I knew the safe part had a door in it, and he had left it open on purpose.

I found him at the counter. He slid a mug toward me.

"You managed to sleep okay last night" he said.

"I slept some, but my thinking kept me up for a while" I said.

He looked at me over the rim of his cup. "You were thinking about them" he said.

"I was thinking about you and them" I said. "And what you said to me, that you liked it."

He set the cup down. "I meant every word of it" he said. "I aint scared of this, Sienna. I already told you that"

I held my mug and felt the heat through the ceramic. "Then we should talk about it before the next time they come over" I said.

He nodded once. "We will talk when you are ready for it" he said.

.................I was already ready for it.

That day moved quiet. I went to work, hands on backs and shoulders, sore again by the fifth client. But the soreness felt different now. Like my body knew something had shifted. Every time I thought of the living room, the warm thing low in my stomach came back, steady.

"You seem like you are somewhere else today" my last client said.

"I am just thinking about some things" I said.

At home that night, Ryan cooked. Simple thing. He hummed while he did it. Normal. Only now normal had a second layer, and we both knew it.

After dinner we sat on the couch. The same couch the guys had crowded a week before. He put his arm behind me.

"Next time they come over, you do whatever feels good to you" he said. "I aint gonna be mad about it. I already told you that."

I looked at him. "And if what feels good to me is not just them looking at me" I said.

He was quiet for a second. Then he smiled, that loose one from the night before.

"We will talk about that too" he said. "But I aint gonna lie to you, Sienna. The idea of it gets me hard"

My face went warm. Not from shame. From the same thing that had started it all, the night I heard them through the wall.

"I know you got hard" I said. "I felt you against me last night"

He laughed, soft. "Yeah, you felt exactly that" he said.

We left it there. Not finished. Just opened. The door was still there, and now we had both walked up to it.

I went to bed that night without the fear I had at the start. The compliments were still in my head, but they were not just voices through a wall anymore. They were a thing Ryan and I shared now. Something we built together, slow, without rushing it.

And I knew, the next time the doorbell rang, I wouldnt hide in the bedroom.

I couldnt sleep.

Not after Saturday. Not after walking through that room and feeling all of them on me, like hands I couldnt see.

Ryan was already under, one arm flopped over my side of the blanket. He smelled like beer and his usual soap. Normal. Safe.

I should have been tired. Instead my skin was humming.

I turned on my side, facing him. Watched his chest rise and fall. Thought about Marco's voice. The one who called me nice. The one whose eyes dropped to my legs.

Then Ryan's eyes opened. Heavy, lazy.

"Are you still up" he mumbled.

"Im just thinking" I said.

"About what are you thinking about" he asked.

Not a question really. Just him, half asleep, inviting it.

I should have said work. Said nothing. But the words came out before I stopped them.

"I am thinking about you. And them. And tonight"

That woke him a little. He blinked, focused on my face.

"You are thinking about the guys" he said. "You liked them looking at you"

It wasnt a guess. He knew.

Instead.....I didnt deny it.

"I dont know" I said. "Maybe I did"

He smiled. Not the careful smile he used when something bothered him. A different one. Looser.

"Good" he said. "Because I liked it too"

I stared at him. The safe husband. The man Id been with nine years.

"You liked it" I said.

"I like watching them want you" he said. "It gets me going, Sienna. It always has"

Always has. The words sat between us.

He just didnt know.....the whole picture. But now he was handing me a piece of his.

"Since when did you feel this way" I said.

"Since the start maybe" he said. "The first time Marco called you hot, years ago, I got hard. I thought it was weird. Then I figured it out. You are mine. And they see it. That is something I like"

My stomach flipped. The warm thing from the living room came back, stronger.

"So you're not mad?" I asksed

"Mad" he laughed, quiettly "Babe. I am proud. They all want my wife and they cant have her. That is the best part."

Cant have her. He said it like a wall. Like the line.

"Then what happens now" I said. Quiet. Testing.

He paused. The lazy smile faded into something real.

"I dont know" he said. "But Im not scared of it. Not with you"

That was the door opening. Not a push. Just.....a yes waiting to happen.

He pulled me closer. His mouth found my neck. I let him, and under the want for Ryan, there was something else

And Ryan, moving on me, turned on by exactly that.

I closed my eyes. For the first time, the fantasy and the marriage were the same thing.

I couldnt sleep.

Not after Saturday. Not after walking through that room and feeling all of them on me, like hands I couldnt see.

Ryan was already under, one arm flopped over my side of the blanket. He smelled like beer and his usual soap. Normal. Safe.

I should have been tired. Instead my skin was humming.

I turned on my side, facing him. Watched his chest rise and fall. Thought about Marco's voice. The one who called me nice. The one whose eyes dropped to my legs.

Then Ryan's eyes opened. Heavy, lazy.

"Are you still up" he mumbled.

"Im just thinking" I said.

"About what are you thinking about" he asked.

Not a question really. Just him, half asleep, inviting it.

I should have said work. Said nothing. But the words came out before I stopped them.

"I am thinking about you. And them. And tonight"

That woke him a little. He blinked, focused on my face.

"You are thinking about the guys" he said. "You liked them looking at you"

It wasnt a guess. He knew.

Instead.....I didnt deny it.

"I dont know" I said. "Maybe I did"

He smiled. Not the careful smile he used when something bothered him. A different one. Looser.

"Good" he said. "Because I liked it too"

I stared at him. The safe husband. The man Id been with nine years.

"You liked it" I said.

"I like watching them want you" he said. "It gets me going, Sienna. It always has"

Always has. The words sat between us.

He just didnt know.....the whole picture. But now he was handing me a piece of his.

"Since when did you feel this way" I said.

"Since the start maybe" he said. "The first time Marco called you hot, years ago, I got hard. I thought it was weird. Then I figured it out. You are mine. And they see it. That is something I like"

My stomach flipped. The warm thing from the living room came back, stronger.

"So you're not mad?" I asksed

"Mad" he laughed, quiettly "Babe. I am proud. They all want my wife and they cant have her. That is the best part."

Cant have her. He said it like a wall. Like the line.

"Then what happens now" I said. Quiet. Testing.

He paused. The lazy smile faded into something real.

"I dont know" he said. "But Im not scared of it. Not with you"

That was the door opening. Not a push. Just.....a yes waiting to happen.

He pulled me closer. His mouth found my neck. I let him, and under the want for Ryan, there was something else

And Ryan, moving on me, turned on by exactly that.

I closed my eyes. For the first time, the fantasy and the marriage were the same thing.

I couldnt sleep.

Not after Saturday. Not after walking through that room and feeling all of them on me, like hands I couldnt see.

Ryan was already under, one arm flopped over my side of the blanket. He smelled like beer and his usual soap. Normal. Safe.

I should have been tired. Instead my skin was humming.

I turned on my side, facing him. Watched his chest rise and fall. Thought about Marco's voice. The one who called me nice. The one whose eyes dropped to my legs.

Then Ryan's eyes opened. Heavy, lazy.

"Are you still up" he mumbled.

"Im just thinking" I said.

"About what are you thinking about" he asked.

Not a question really. Just him, half asleep, inviting it.

I should have said work. Said nothing. But the words came out before I stopped them.

"I am thinking about you. And them. And tonight"

That woke him a little. He blinked, focused on my face.

"You are thinking about the guys" he said. "You liked them looking at you"

It wasnt a guess. He knew.

Instead.....I didnt deny it.

"I dont know" I said. "Maybe I did"

He smiled. Not the careful smile he used when something bothered him. A different one. Looser.

"Good" he said. "Because I liked it too"

I stared at him. The safe husband. The man Id been with nine years.

"You liked it" I said.

"I like watching them want you" he said. "It gets me going, Sienna. It always has"

Always has. The words sat between us.

He just didnt know.....the whole picture. But now he was handing me a piece of his.

"Since when did you feel this way" I said.

"Since the start maybe" he said. "The first time Marco called you hot, years ago, I got hard. I thought it was weird. Then I figured it out. You are mine. And they see it. That is something I like"

My stomach flipped. The warm thing from the living room came back, stronger.

"So you're not mad?" I asksed

"Mad" he laughed, quiettly "Babe. I am proud. They all want my wife and they cant have her. That is the best part."

Cant have her. He said it like a wall. Like the line.

"Then what happens now" I said. Quiet. Testing.

He paused. The lazy smile faded into something real.

"I dont know" he said. "But Im not scared of it. Not with you"

That was the door opening. Not a push. Just.....a yes waiting to happen.

He pulled me closer. His mouth found my neck. I let him, and under the want for Ryan, there was something else

And Ryan, moving on me, turned on by exactly that.

I closed my eyes. For the first time, the fantasy and the marriage were the same thing.

I couldnt sleep.

Not after Saturday. Not after walking through that room and feeling all of them on me, like hands I couldnt see.

Ryan was already under, one arm flopped over my side of the blanket. He smelled like beer and his usual soap. Normal. Safe.

I should have been tired. Instead my skin was humming.

I turned on my side, facing him. Watched his chest rise and fall. Thought about Marco's voice. The one who called me nice. The one whose eyes dropped to my legs.

Then Ryan's eyes opened. Heavy, lazy.

"Are you still up" he mumbled.

"Im just thinking" I said.

"About what are you thinking about" he asked.

Not a question really. Just him, half asleep, inviting it.

I should have said work. Said nothing. But the words came out before I stopped them.

"I am thinking about you. And them. And tonight"

That woke him a little. He blinked, focused on my face.

"You are thinking about the guys" he said. "You liked them looking at you"

It wasnt a guess. He knew.

Instead.....I didnt deny it.

"I dont know" I said. "Maybe I did"

He smiled. Not the careful smile he used when something bothered him. A different one. Looser.

"Good" he said. "Because I liked it too"

I stared at him. The safe husband. The man Id been with nine years.

"You liked it" I said.

"I like watching them want you" he said. "It gets me going, Sienna. It always has"

Always has. The words sat between us.

He just didnt know.....the whole picture. But now he was handing me a piece of his.

"Since when did you feel this way" I said.

"Since the start maybe" he said. "The first time Marco called you hot, years ago, I got hard. I thought it was weird. Then I figured it out. You are mine. And they see it. That is something I like"

My stomach flipped. The warm thing from the living room came back, stronger.

"So you're not mad?" I asksed

"Mad" he laughed, quiettly "Babe. I am proud. They all want my wife and they cant have her. That is the best part."

Cant have her. He said it like a wall. Like the line.

"Then what happens now" I said. Quiet. Testing.

He paused. The lazy smile faded into something real.

"I dont know" he said. "But Im not scared of it. Not with you"

That was the door opening. Not a push. Just.....a yes waiting to happen.

He pulled me closer. His mouth found my neck. I let him, and under the want for Ryan, there was something else

And Ryan, moving on me, turned on by exactly that.

I closed my eyes. For the first time, the fantasy and the marriage were the same thing.