You Both Belong To Me

Robert lives with two wives—Alice and Julia. They cook, fuck, and clean up after him like it’s their job. But the women? They’re burning for each other, stealing looks behind his back like thieves with loaded guns. One afternoon, alone, Alice can’t hold it. She kisses Julia hard, like she’s been dying of thirst. Julia kisses back harder. They tear clothes off, hands grabbing, mouths wet and greedy. Breath ragged. Fingers slick. Tongues hungry for what they’ve only ever dared imagine. Then the door slams—Robert’s back. He takes one look and the temperature drops like a body hitting pavement. “You forgot who owns you,” he says, low and cold. He grabs both women by the hair and makes damn sure neither of them forgets again.