Romane von Sheedah writes

Chapter 10: Kitchen HeatI stood in the kitchen chopping vegetables for dinner. The house felt too quiet. My hands moved automatically, slicing carrots and potatoes while my mind wandered. The bank statements kept flashing in my head. S. Reed. All that money going out every month. David had been hiding something big for years. I still did not know what to do with that information.My top was loose and comfortable, a simple white button-up that I had not bothered to button all the way. It kept slipping off one shoulder. I was not wearing a bra underneath. My breasts felt heavy and sensitive today, bouncing slightly with every movement of the knife. I did not care. No one was around to see me anyway.Or so I thought.Strong hands suddenly cupped my breasts from behind. Big, warm palms squeezed them gently. Thumbs brushed over my nipples. I moaned loudly before I could stop myself. The sound came out raw and needy.“Marcus?” I whispered, my voice shaky.He chuckled softly against my ear.

Chapter 9: Forced ConfessionsJulian found me in the library the next day. I was standing between two tall shelves, staring at a book I was not really seeing. My mind kept returning to those bank statements and the name S. Reed. Who was she? How long had David been sending her money behind my back?Julian closed the door behind him. The soft click made me look up.“You have been hiding in here for too long,” he said, walking toward me. “What is wrong?”I took a small step back. “Nothing. I just needed some time alone.”He did not stop until he was standing very close. His body blocked me against the bookshelf. “You look troubled. Talk to me, Clara.”I shook my head. “I am not in the mood right now, Julian. Please.”He placed one hand on the shelf beside my head. “Not in the mood? That is exactly why I am here.” His voice dropped lower. “Let me fuck the depression out of you.”My eyes widened. “Julian…”He leaned in and kissed my neck slowly. “You do not have to say anything. Just feel

I stood quietly in the doorway of the therapy room, arms wrapped around my waist like I was trying to hold myself together. David was on the exercise machine, his face twisted with effort as the physical therapist moved his legs through another set of slow repetitions. His breathing was labored, each exhale sounding painful. Sweat glistened on his forehead and neck. He looked exactly like the man I had spent the last ten years devoting my life to fragile, determined, and quietly suffering.And I felt like the worst wife on earth.Every time he grunted in pain, memories from two nights ago flashed through my mind. Julian’s hands gripping my hips. Marcus’s mouth between my legs. The way they had taken turns inside me, the sounds I made, the way I had begged for more. My body still carried faint marks from their fingers and mouths. I had covered them carefully with makeup this morning, but I could still feel them.I swallowed hard and looked away.How did I let it go this far?My phone v

I woke up the next morning with my body still remembering everything. My pussy felt tender and sensitive. There were faint marks on my neck and breasts that I had to cover with makeup. Every small movement brought back flashes of Julian thrusting into me from behind while Marcus filled my mouth. I had never felt so full, so wanted, and so completely used in my life. The pleasure had been overwhelming. But now, in the cold light of day, the guilt was crushing me.How could I have done that? I let my husband’s best friends fuck me while he was right down the hallway. I came so many times on their cocks. I begged for it. I swallowed Marcus while Julian finished on my back. The memory made me wet again even as shame burned in my chest.I sat on the edge of my bed and whispered to myself, “What kind of wife are you, Clara?”I forced myself to get dressed in a modest long-sleeve blouse and pants. I needed to feel covered. Protected. Normal. But nothing felt normal anymore.Downstairs, the h

I barely slept after Julian and Marcus left my room. My body still felt them. My lips were swollen from their kisses. My pussy was sore in the best and worst way. Every time I moved, I remembered how they had taken turns inside me while David was just outside the door. The pleasure had been real, but now guilt sat heavy in my stomach like a stone.When morning came, I took a long shower and tried to look normal. I chose a simple white dress and went downstairs. My legs felt shaky.The three men were already at the breakfast table. David sat at the head in his wheelchair. Julian looked relaxed and confident. Marcus was quieter, but his eyes found mine immediately.“Good morning, Clara,” Julian said with a slow smile. “You look beautiful. Did you manage to sleep after that… bad dream?”Heat rushed to my face. “I slept okay. Thank you.”Marcus pulled out the chair beside him. “Sit here.”I sat down. Under the table, his hand rested on my knee for a moment and gave it a gentle squeeze. Th

Julian closed the door behind him and stepped closer to the bed. His eyes moved slowly over my naked body. I was still breathing hard, my legs spread, my nightdress pushed up around my neck. Marcus was kneeling between my thighs, his mouth wet from me. My heart raced with a mix of shame and raw need.“Do not stop,” Julian said, his voice thick with desire. “I have wanted to see this for years. I want to join you. I want to share her.”Marcus looked up at me, his dark eyes full of heat. “Clara, are you sure you want both of us right now?”I nodded quickly. My body was aching for more. “Yes. I want you both. Please.”Julian pulled off his shirt and dropped it on the floor. His chest was broad and muscular. He climbed onto the bed beside me and kissed me hard. His tongue pushed into my mouth as Marcus lowered his head again and licked my pussy with long, slow strokes. The feeling of two men touching me at once made my head spin.Julian broke the kiss and moved down to my breasts. He took