Claire leaned into the dresser mirror and dragged the lipstick a little darker than she wore to dinner. Same black slip, mid-thigh, but the mouth was for Julian. Hair down, brown with blonde highlights still damp at the ends, falling mid-chest. She blended the liner with her ring finger, checked it, added more.

Towels on the bed. His side. Hers. The extra one folded at the foot for when they had a man over.

Mark sat on the edge of the mattress in jeans and a wrinkled button-down, watching her do her mouth. Thirty-five, 5’11”, lean. He had started this twice in his head and eaten it both times.

She caught him looking in the glass.

“What.”

“You look—” He stopped. “He’s going to lose his mind.”

A small, private smile. She knew. She liked that he knew. She went back to the lipstick.

The slip didn’t hide much. Her tits sat full and soft in the silk, enough that they shifted when she leaned in. Small pointy nipples already showing through. Mark’s mouth was dry.

He rubbed his thumb along the seam of his jeans.

“I want to try something different tonight.”

The tube paused. She met his eyes in the mirror, then turned.

“Different how.”

He looked at the towels instead of her. “I want him to fuck you without a condom.”

Silence. He heard the cap click when she set the lipstick down.

“Mark.”

“I know. I know you aren’t on anything. I’m not asking him to come in you.” His ears were hot. “I keep thinking about watching his cock go in your pussy like that. No latex. How wet you’d get. I want to see him fuck you bare.”

In his head the clips were already running. A wife on her back, a thick cock spreading her, the wet slap of it with nothing on it. Sometimes the man didn’t pull out. Sometimes he pumped her full and stayed there. Mark had watched those after she was asleep, fist on his own cock. He did not say that part.

Claire’s darker mouth tightened.

“I’m not on anything.”

“He pulls out. That’s the deal. He’s wrapped every time for months.”

She crossed her arms. The slip pulled tight across her tits. “We’ve never done that. With anyone.”

“I know.”

“And you want to sit there and watch him fuck my pussy raw.”

“Yes.” Rougher than he meant. Quieter after. “It would wreck me. Seeing his cock in you. Seeing you take it.”

She looked at the bed, then at the clock. Twenty minutes.

She picked up the mascara. Didn’t open it.

In her head the calendar was already loud. She was close. Closer than she wanted to be for this. She liked being shared. She liked Julian’s heavy cock stretching her and the way Mark watched her come on it. She did not like this. She did not say she was near ovulation.

“If he doesn’t pull out—”

“He will.” Too fast. He heard it. “I’ll tell him. Again. When he gets here.”

She hated the want in his voice. She also hated that her pussy had already answered it. Julian’s cock, no condom, Mark in the chair stroking while another man fucked her.

She opened the mascara and did another coat she did not need.

“Okay.” Thin. She looked at him in the mirror, not turning. “I’ll try it. At least ... I’ll try it for you. Condom stays off only if he understands the rule. He pulls out before he comes. I’m serious, Mark.”

“I’ll tell him.”

She finished her lashes. Capped it. Hands steady. The thing she didn’t say sat behind the darker lipstick the whole time he stood, kissed her temple—already hard in his jeans—and went to get the door.

Two short knocks. Same as always.

Julian filled the doorway. Thirty-eight, 6’2”, gym-thick, short dark hair, jacket already coming off. He clapped Mark’s shoulder on the way in. Easy. The push already in it: I know where I’m going.

“Hey.”