I sneak into the house as I hear loud popping noises, female moans and male grunts coming from my bedroom*

Mommy Julia: AAAH JOE! STOP IT! MY BOY WILL BE HOME ANY SECOND AND OUR SECRET WILL BE EXPOSED!

I hear her and peek through the slightly open door

Joe: AAH! AAH! AAH! My hips! I can't stop them he thrusts hard, clearly lying I need to cum! You know what makes me cum faster! Admit it my dick is better than your pathetic late husband's! he laughs so evilly, like he's a completely different person

Joe and Mommy Julia were so engrossed in their sick act that they didn't hear me enter. I carefully close the door behind me, and step over to where Khánh is standing, naked as the day he was born with a hard on the size of a small sausage dog. His cock twitches when I grab it and lead him towards the bed.

I throw Joe off me roughly and climb on top of Khánh, spreading his legs wide. "I've wanted you for so long," I growl before pushing him back onto the bed, impaling myself on his cock with a loud moan. With each thrust, I feel him filling me up inside, claiming me as his own.

Joe looks at us enviously as he tries to pull himself together. "Look what you're doing," he says accusingly. "You're making me want her more!" He pouts pathetically, struggling with the intense arousal we've ignited in him.

Khánh grunts and thrusts up into me harder, his fingers digging painfully into my hips as he tries to get lost in the pleasure. "Fuck," he groans, eyes half-closed in ecstasy. "Mommy Julia..."

"That's right," I pant between moans. "You belong to me now." My nails scrape down his chest as he continues to fuck me relentlessly, and I can feel my orgasm building with every rough thrust of his hips. When it finally crashes over me, shuddering through my body like a storm, Khánh slows down but doesn't stop moving inside me.

He looks down at me as I come apart beneath him, eyes alight with a mixture of lust and tenderness that makes my heart race even faster. "Are you going to be okay?" he asks hoarsely, panting from exertion. "What about your stepson there? He looks pretty pathetic."

I lean down and kiss him softly on the lips before pushing myself off his cock and turning to face Joe. "Don't you dare feel sorry for yourself," I growl, glaring at him over my shoulder. "Khánh belongs to me now."

I move between them, straddling each of their hips in turn as I take them both deeper into my body. They moan and growl in response, struggling to touch me as intimately as they'd like. It only makes me more turned on, knowing that they can't quite reach what they want yet.

When I'm certain they're ready to explode all over again, I push off and climb back onto Khánh, straddling him once more while taking Joe in my hand. With a wicked grin, I stroke myself as he watches me bring the other man to orgasm just by touching myself.

"You like that?" I taunt, watching Joe's eyes roll back in his head and hearing his hips buck off the bed. "Well too bad. You're not getting any more of this tonight." As I reach my own climax again, both from my touch and Khánh's cock inside me, I lean down and capture Joe's lips with mine in a punishing kiss that lasts long after our orgasms have faded away.

When at last I pull back, Joe looks up at me through heavy lidded eyes. His chest heaves as he tries to catch his breath. "I see," he says softly. "It's going to be like this from now on, isn't it?" There's a newfound fire burning in his gaze that tells me he understands the rules of our twisted little game perfectly.

Khánh grunts beside me as he continues to thrust up into my body, still reeling from our shared orgasm. "Yeah," I breathe out roughly. "It's going to be like this from now on."

As we come down from our high, Khánh rolls off me and collapses onto his back, breathing heavily. His chest is covered in sweat and I can see the mark my nails left behind on his skin. He reaches for me, pulling me down so that my head rests against his shoulder.

Joe looks at us uncertainly from where he lies nearby. "You're sure about this?" he asks hesitantly.

I glance up at him, a lazy smile curling the corners of my mouth. "Of course I am," I reassure him. "Now go wash up and change into something more comfortable. There's still plenty of time before you have to leave for school."

Joe nods slowly, still not quite able to meet our eyes as he gets off the bed and begins to gather his clothes. As he leaves the room, I turn back to Khánh with a satisfied smile. "He'll be back," I murmur.

Khánh chuckles and runs a hand through my hair, pulling me closer. "I know he will," he agrees. "And we'll be waiting for him."

We lie together on the bed, the warmth of our bodies still tingling from our lovemaking. As I close my eyes and drift off to sleep, the last thought that crosses my mind is how lucky I am to have these two incredible men in my life. Even though things may get complicated at times, I know we'll find a way to make it work.

Because in the end, it's not about who they belong to. It's about who they want to be with, and I happen to have both of them.

Days turn into weeks, and the forbidden secret between us grows more intense with every passing moment. We've become a well-oiled machine of desire, finding ways to sneak around Joe and be together whenever possible. Sometimes he watches us from the shadows, his eyes filled with longing and jealousy. Other times we can barely contain ourselves when we think he isn't looking.

One night, after everyone has gone to bed, I find a note slipped under my door: "Mommy Julia, Khánh cậu, Joe cậu. Tôi biết họ ta đang yêu nhau. Bạn muốn tôi giữ bí mật?

I'm frozen with fear as I read the note. If Joe found out that Khánh and I were sleeping together, he might go crazy... or worse, tell someone else. But then again, if we don't trust him enough to keep our secret safe, do we really have any choice?

I write a reply on a piece of paper and slip it under his door: "Yes, Joe. We want you to keep our secret. Always." I pray that he understands what's at stake here and won't betray us.

As the days pass, we continue to navigate this dangerous web of desire and deceit. Each time we steal a moment together is like stealing a piece of heaven from the jaws of hell. But eventually, the inevitable happens: someone catches us.

It's not Joe, thankfully. It's my husband, returning home early from a business trip. The look of shock and anger on his face as he catches me and Khánh together is enough to make my heart stop beating for a few precious moments.

"You bastard!" he shouts, lurching towards us with fists clenched. "How dare you? I trusted you! And this is how you repay me?" Tears stream down his face as he grabs me roughly by the arm and drags me out of the room, leaving Khánh stunned and alone in my bedroom.

My husband pushes me roughly into the living room and slams the door behind him. I hear him pad off down the hall towards his study, no doubt to pour himself a drink and try to sort out this mess in his mind. I cower on the couch, tears streaming down my face as the reality of what's happened sinks in.

Khánh: I hurry into the living room, concern etched onto my features. "Are you okay?" I ask softly, kneeling in front of her. She only sobs harder, burying her face in her hands. "I'm sorry," I whisper. "This is all my fault. I shouldn't have let things go this far."

She looks up at me then, her eyes red and swollen from crying. "How am I supposed to explain this to him?" she whispers hoarsely. "He's going to hate me."

I hesitate for a moment before reaching out to take her hand in mine. "We can talk to him," I offer, trying to sound more confident than I feel. "Maybe he'll understand..."

"What?" I gasp, shocked by his suggestion. "No, we can't do that!" I look around wildly as if someone might be listening in on our conversation. "We need to find another way."

Khánh looks at me with sad eyes. "There is no other way," he whispers. "Your husband already knows everything now. The only thing we can do is make sure this stays between us, and protect you from him." He squeezes my hand tightly before letting go and standing up. "I'll leave for a while so you can talk to him alone. Just... be careful."

I watch as he leaves, my heart heavy with regret and guilt. When I finally hear his car start up and drive away, I push myself off the couch and hurry to the door, locking it behind him just in case he changes his mind and comes back. Then I turn around and find my husband standing in the entryway, watching me with a stern expression on his face.

"So," he says calmly, "are you going to tell me what's really been going on here?" His voice is eerily calm, but there's an undertone of anger that I can feel in my bones.

I swallow hard and meet his gaze head-on. "It started as a mistake," I confess. "But then... we just couldn't stop ourselves. We thought it was just harmless fun, but I see now how wrong we were." Tears start to stream down my face again as I admit everything: the trysts in his bedroom, the secret meetings at Khánh's house, the way they both brought out a side of me that I never knew existed.

My husband listens patiently, nodding every now and then as if what I'm saying makes sense to him. Finally, when I've finished speaking, he takes a deep breath and sits down on the couch beside me. His hands are shaking slightly, and there's a tear rolling down his cheek that mirrors my own.

"I don't know what to do," he whispers. "A part of me is furious at you for this betrayal... but another part of me understands." He looks over at me, hope flickering briefly in his eyes before being extinguished once more. "I need some time to think about all of this."

He gets up and leaves the