It was another hot day in Los Santos spent at the De Santas’ poolside behind their mansion. Amanda and Michael sat in their chaise lounge pool chairs. After everything that transpired in the past months with Trevor finding Michael, robbing the Union Depository and a new chapter in their marriage, they found some real down time after all of it. Unaware of her husband’s plans, Michael invited Trevor over and didn’t know how to tell Amanda about it.  

Dreading the blowback from Amanda, Michael warned her at the last minute before Trevor pulled up in their driveway to tell her that he was going to visit them. Michael assured Amanda that Trevor wasn’t going to do anything to him or their family, and most importantly her. When he arrived, Trevor confronted her himself before anything started to level with her. As rude and sarcastic as he was about it, if he was anything, he was a man of his word.  

Drinks lightened the mood and talking about the past had a way of bringing out hidden emotions. They shared old memories of cold trailer parks and people they remembered lost to time in places they had forgotten about. It stirred up nostalgia for days that were free to their youthful whims and desires. The three of them drank the day away talking about the past till the sun was starting to set.  

Trevor felt like this was the best time, now more than any other point in time in their miserable dynamic, to tell Amanda why he and Michael stuck together. Give her answers why he tracked Michael down, after nine whole years and a betrayal. Even after finding out the truth between an open grave in North Yankton. Much to Michael’s discomfort, to say the least, he briefly filled in parts of their timeline and clarified things she always felt confused about. If there was any way to get Amanda to accept that Trevor would be around her more often it was to air out their lies.  

Before they knew it all three were on each other. Michael’s hand slipped under Amanda’s bikini, and Trevor stroked Michael through his pants. With the fact now out in the open that Michael and Trevor did have something more going on between them behind Amanda’s back for decades, she felt less guarded about them being around each other. The honesty was refreshing. Amanda was always curious about what kept these two together despite their obvious differences and at this point in their relationship she was willing to try new things with Michael. 

They moved to the master bedroom, the sun’s ambience filling the room with warm orange light. Michael and Amanda continued on their own. Trevor was loading up on more beer before joining in. They were on the bed naked and kissing, Michael was already inside Amanda after foreplay the three shared downstairs. He was on top of Amanda, her legs wrapped around his hips like two young lovebirds. After going so long without either of them being intimate it seemed easy for them to pick up where they left off once they were genuine with each other. 

Nothing put a sour taste in Trevor’s mouth more than watching these two fuck in front of him. It’s like he wasn’t even there, the same as it’s always been. He needed to remind Michael who gave him real pleasure. A plan was forming in his mind while Trevor jerked his cock, slicking it up with lube for his part of their activity. 

“Alright alright, enough of that I’m getting sick just watching you two,” hiding no bitter feelings behind his words. He set his beer down and walked over to them. 

“What. I can’t have some time with my wife?” Despite his remark Michael stopped thrusting into Amanda and tilted himself closer to her for Trevor to put his cock inside him. 

Trevor lined his dick up to Michael’s lubed hole and slid in slowly, closing the gap with a grunt. Amanda noticed Michael’s demeanor change, ignorant of how attuned his wife was to his emotions. He looked slightly more undone, like something deep inside of him was resurfacing. She was surprised at Michael’s ease. His body always showed more honesty than his words.

Trevor was behind Michael, slowly pushing shallow thrusts inside him, savoring the view and getting Michael ready. Driving a wedge between their union was going to be easy. Michael and Amanda returned to sensually embracing each other. She wrapped her arms around him and stroked his back. Michael let out small grunts from fucking Amanda at a steady pace again. Trevor was bored at the sight of it. He grabbed Michael’s soft hips and pulled him back onto his cock to the base and held him there, stopping his motion but still inside Amanda.   

“Since all this drunken ‘spiritual epiphany for honesty’ shit is coming out in the open. Amanda. Y’ ever seen your husband act like a fag? He’s good at hiding it but I’m better at getting it out,” with a toothy grin aimed right at her. 

Before Amanda could open her mouth, stunned from the words just said to her, Michael huffed.

“Trevor. Don’t talk to her like that.” He sounded impatient. Amanda thought it best to just let these two play it out, keeping her words to herself. It was already enough to find out about their trysts, drunk as she was.

Trevor rolled his eyes. It was easier to just show her. “Watch this.”

Trevor gripped Michael’s hips and pushed slow deep thrusts into him, setting the tempo for Michael’s rutting into Amanda. She glanced over at Trevor’s scarred body. He was ruggedly muscular despite the drug use and his harsh lifestyle. The power in his body could be felt transferred from Michael’s thick body to hers. She’d never had a threesome with two men before, but it turned out she liked having two large men above her, pressing their weight on her and trapping her under their drunken perversion. 

Trevor noticed most of Michael’s attention was still on Amanda. His arms were wrapped around her and he was pecking her cheek while Amanda moaned quietly. Michael needed rougher stimulation that Trevor knew he was not going to admit in front of Amanda.

He squeezed Michael’s hips tighter and pushed stronger thrusts into him and after a couple of seconds that seemed to break his attention. Amanda watched Michael’s face soften and his concentration shifting. His thrusting became more passive, letting Trevor guide his hips. 

Amanda looked into her husband’s eyes, “Michael…” 

“Amanda don’t..-don’t look at me,” he grunted, fighting a losing battle. “F-fuck..” Michael uncontrollably sighed, dropping his head. There it is.    

Amanda felt Michael’s body building up heat. It was a small glimpse into their hidden dynamic Amanda rarely saw. She even felt Michael push his hips back into Trevor. There was too much experience between the two to go unnoticed by Amanda. She also noticed not the slightest bit of jealousy in herself, but sensed Trevor’s determination to dominate over her using her husband’s body. She was surprised Michael could handle all this stimulation and physical exertion being in the middle but it seemed to satisfy him. She couldn’t complain about her position, watching her husband’s mask start to crack while his thick cock twitched and rubbed inside her made the room spin.   

Michael buried his head in the crook of Amanda’s shoulder. Amanda could hear him repressing whimpers in his throat. He was doing everything in his power to not drunkenly moan Trevor’s name. Trevor saw this and grabbed his slicked hair to lift his head up. She was going to hear and see how much Trevor could unravel this man. Michael’s blue eyes were half lidded, a red flush on his cheeks and nose. A true, genuine moan came out of Michael, his depravity all over his face in front of his wife. He glanced away, he couldn’t face her. He had the two people who fought over him for decades pleasuring him on both ends. 

Michael couldn’t look her in the eyes without shame burning in his gut. He couldn’t bare to show her how much pleasure it gave him to have his back end fucked. He was supposed to be a man for Amanda. This was all too vulnerable for him, Trevor was making him fall apart in front of her. 

“Lookit’ him, look at yer’-ngh – husband. He’s addicted to my cock.” Trevor mocked in a gravely tone. The dirty talk only made Michael moan louder, a long string of punctuated, girlish moans every time Trevor pushed his hips back in. Sweat beaded his brow and fell on Amanda’s chest. Michael’s hands remained on Amanda’s breasts, squeezing them softly. 

“I fuckin’.. hate you,” Trevor spat, punctuated with a wide palm slap to Michael’s rear. 

Amanda could feel Michael’s skin prick up with goosebumps and stifle a moan he ached to release, biting his lip. Shame and guilt was burning Michael. His intoxication was climbing. It hit Amanda now that Michael loved it as rough and scary as Trevor was willing to be. That all the heists, drugs, gunshot wounds, and adrenaline truly had fried his brain over the years. He was deeply addicted to sadism and masochism but would never let that out or show it in front of Amanda. Until now. Trevor was showing Amanda what kind of monster her husband truly is underneath it all.  

“God yer’ a greedy pig, Mike..” Trevor groaned. Michael couldn’t deny it. He was inside his wife and Trevor was deep inside him. Even if it was obvious to them it was still horribly shameful to him. “Y’ need two people to get yer’ old fat ass off. Look at’cha, moaning louder than yer’ wife.” He needed so much more stimulation, more than Amanda anticipated to almost fill that bottomless appetite. She could see how both of them were lost in their shared pleasure, time had only made them hungrier for each other. 

“S-stop..!” 

“Ohh, I know ya don’t wanna do that, d’ya?” The fist in his hair tightening. 

“Fuck you,” Michael gasped. Amanda noticed this is how they always were. She liked watching them rile each other up. All this time they were flirting when she thought they were bickering. 

Trevor pulled out and to Amanda’s shock she saw a flash of anger across Michael’s face for a split second before composing his face in front of her. 

“Put it back in,” Michael muttered. Impatience and shame colored his words. 

“Wow! This is the calmest you’ve ever been when I do that. Wonder what’s holdin’ ya back?” Trevor taunted. He stroked himself, prodding the head against Michael’s hole. 

“I-I’m just—” words eluded Michael. No matter what he would say it didn’t seem like it would turn out well. Nor did he have the capacity to form sentences from how aroused he was; he drew a long breath from his nose.

‘How many times have I done this and you didn’t choke me?” 

“Shut the fuck up,” Michael warned him.

“Or…punch me, burn me… ki-”    

“God! Just put your dick back in him Trevor! Fuck him as hard as you want,” Amanda piped up, speaking up for what Michael was never going to do with her here. She couldn’t believe the words she uttered, her arousal guided her words, she wanted to see more. She swore she saw Michael’s eyes widen for a split second. 

“As you wish, Amanda”

The brief pause was enough for Trevor to gather his strength and for Michael to recover his nerves. Trevor started his drilling again at a slow pace that climbed faster and faster with each push. His balls clapped against Michael’s ass filling the room with obscene sounds, his relentless pounding into Michael was now so forceful it pushed his hips faster into Amanda. The frame of the bed slammed against the wall and all three were making sloppy noises now. Amanda was thrilled by how animated they were spilling moans out and feeling Michael’s grip on her tighten from hearing her. 

“Trev— slow the fuck down I’m- ah!” Michael gasped, he could barely utter a sentence out that wasn’t paused by heavy pants. “I-I’m so… close– slow down,” it killed him to utter that in front of Amanda.

Trevor threw his head back and laughed heartily. 

Michael really did forget how much Trevor could unravel him over the years, but his body remembered. Blow after blow, Amanda felt half of that power due to Michael’s body getting the most of it. His eyes rolled back and cursed obscenities while he was on top of his wife. The psychological torture of humiliating himself in front of his wife sunk him deeper, and now he was moaning Trevor’s name like Amanda wasn’t even in the room.  

“T!-- you’re- so! Y-you fuck me– ah- so.. fuckin’-- good” 

He could not stop himself from being a mess. His sexual arousal bulldozed his shame, Michael needed this. Amanda dragged her nails down Michael’s back cutting red lines into his skin, certain that she drew a bit of blood. She couldn’t help but watch him be a moaning bitch in heat above her, it was the sweetest revenge. 

“YES-ah- T-there.. THERE, T!” Michael let go of reality long enough to arch his back and violently pound into Trevor’s cock, and recoil into Amanda. “FUCK!– oh my GOD…”  

Trevor watched Michael hypnotically, “You-ah- y’ like that y’ whore?” Michael praised him, repeating yes to Trevor like it’s the only thing he could remember. Trevor responded with more smacks to his ass hard enough to bruise. 

The dual stimulation finally won over Michael before he could realize it. His eyes drifted into Amanda’s and he came hard and thick inside of his wife all thanks to Trevor pounding his sweet spot. His hips continued their pace erratically pounded into her from Trevor’s power, releasing everything he had into her and pushing him past his limit of sensitivity. Trevor had felt Michael clench tightly around his cock, but he chose to ignore him and continue his pace. 

“Enough…T!” His voice was hoarse and spittle fell out of his mouth.  

Watching Michael ride out his orgasm stirred Amanda over the edge. The way these two bullied each other was a sight to behold. She had never seen him so wrecked, she never knew how much he loved any of this. The closest he ever looked this way was with a giant wad of cash and a gun in his hands. 

Amanda arched her back and felt herself pulse on Michael’s cock. Her vision went white and she moaned without a care. It was one of the best orgasms she’s had in a while. She scratched more fresh lines into Michael and threw her head back.

“God, I-I can’t– I!” Michael whined.  

Trevor watched the couple fall apart before him, because of him. He felt his orgasm overcome him, pushing one final thrust into Michael and filling him with his cum. He mercilessly dominated them both to orgasm, it was all he could ever ask for.  

The room was filled with heavy breathing from all three of them. Amanda caught hers first, releasing her legs that were wrapped around Michael. Michael took the longest to collect himself, flopping on his side, chest heaving up and down fearing a heart attack. The room had a glow to it, just as the last bit of sunlight caught the stained glass before it set. Trevor went back to the nightstand to sip on his beer. He had a smirk on his face. Maybe it was better to make amends with the past.

Trevor looked at her. “Awfully quiet this whole time, Amanda.”

“Well…” she mused. “You’re right, he does moan like a fag,” Amanda finally spoke up, wrapping a robe around her and fixing her hair. “But you two put on more of a show than girls do. I didn’t think I needed to add to it really.” She shrugged. 

Amanda looked over at Michael who laid on his side. There were red lines all around his upper back and fresh large bruises on his right cheek and hips. Semen was leaking out of him. His masculinity cored out of him.“You were really cute, babe.” Amanda giggled. She meant what she said. She leaned over and kissed him on the cheek. 

Michael looked like he was deep in thought. “Err… I don’t think I have the capacity to be any more honest than I was just now,” his voice was broken. He blushed and shut his eyes. “I need a cigarette.”

Trevor grinned, “beautiful, ain't he?” Amanda laughed. She got up and left the room, her laugh could be heard echoing from the foyer into the bedroom.