SAY SOMETHING?

The house felt smaller the moment they stepped inside. Steve locked the door behind them and stood with his forehead pressed against the wood, his eyes closed and his breathing hard.

Sugar dropped her bag on the floor and walked straight into the kitchen. He heard the tap run for a few seconds and then stop.

When he finally followed her, she was standing at the sink, her both hands gripping the edge of the counter, her back hunched and her head bowed.

“Say something, Sugar!” Steve pleaded, his voice rough with shame and pressure.

Sugar did not turn around. “What do you want me to say? That it was fine watching another woman stroke my husband until he came all over her hand? That I did not feel anything when you got hard again while he stood there mocking you?”

The words hit him square in the chest. He stayed silent because every answer he could think of felt useless.

Sugar turned slowly. Her eyes were red but no tears had fallen. “She touched you and you finished in front of me. Then you stood there naked and got hard a second time while he talked about taking me. I saw everything, Steve. I saw how little control you had.”

Steve’s voice rose without him meaning it to. “You think I am proud of that? You think I wanted to stand there like some animal and lose it in her hand while you watched?”

“How do i know, if that wasn’t what you wanted?” She answered, her voice cracking. “I only know what I saw, and what I felt while I watched.”

“Sugar!”

“No don't Sugar me, Steve.” She flipped her hair furiously. “If it wasn't what you wanted, then why couldn't you resist her hands? Why couldn't you control, your dick from getting hard in front of your fellow man? What a shame.” Sugar walked past him into the living room and sat on the edge of the couch. Steve followed and sat on the other end, leaving space between them that felt wider than it should have.

“We cannot do what he is asking,” Steve said after a long moment. “I cannot hand you over to that man.”

Sugar kept her eyes on the floor…the anger in them has recessed, but the fear and shame stayed the same. “Then what do we do? Wait for his people to come back? Last time they only talked. Next time they will not be so polite. You heard him clearly.”

“I will find the money somehow.”

“Where?” she asked, finally looking at him. “You have no job. My stall barely covers food and the bills. We already sold everything that was worth anything. Your mother’s surgery took the last of what we had. There is no money left, Steve. We both know it.”

He had no answer. The truth sat heavy in his stomach.

Sugar’s voice dropped lower. “He said forty thousand. That is almost half the debt. It buys us real time. It keeps us safe for a while.”

Steve shook his head. “At what cost, Sugar? You know what he wants.”

She was quiet for a moment, then spoke again, softer this time. “I keep thinking about the way he looked at me in that office. Like he had already decided I belonged to him. It scared me, but I loved it… ..my body wants to feel his touch.” She admitted, pulling off her top to show her already erect nipples.

Seeing his wife nipples erect, for another man made Steve’s dick twitch against his thigh even as shame burned through him.

He moved closer on the couch. “Sugar, do not say that.”

“I am only telling you the truth,” she whispered. “When she had her hand on you, I got wet. When you came, I felt it between my legs. When you got hard again while he mocked you, I felt it even more. I am ashamed of it, but it happened.”

Steve’s breathing grew heavier. He looked at her and saw the same conflict in her eyes that he felt in his own body. Sugar noticed the growing bulge in his trousers. Her gaze stayed there for a long second before she lifted her eyes back to his face.

“You are hard again.” She laughed, playing with her nipples.

“I cannot help it,” he answered, his voice low and strained. “Everything that happened today is still in my head, and my body does not care how wrong it is, and your exposed boobs isn’t helping matters.” He groaned.

Sugar shifted closer until her knee touched his, she hugged him tight… Her nipples grazing his clothed chest. “Then show me. Show me what she did to you, but I want to be the one touching you this time.” She whispered.

Steve stared at her for a moment, the shame and the hunger tangled so tightly he could no longer separate them. He stood, unbuckled his belt, and pushed his trousers and underwear down.

His dick sprang free, already thick and dark with blood. Sugar’s eyes locked on it. She reached out and wrapped her fingers around him, slower than Miss Harlow had been, but warmer and far more familiar.

“She held you like this,” Sugar murmured as she stroked him from base to tip. “And you got so hard so fast for her.”

Steve’s head fell back against the couch. A low sound left his throat. Sugar rose onto her knees beside him and used both hands now, watching his face the entire time, while his hands, played with her nipples.

The memory of the office mixed with the present until the two became impossible to tell apart. The cool grip of Miss Harlow’s hand, the warm, hungry grip of his wife. Rufus’s mocking voice and Sugar’s eyes on him, pushed him to the highest peak.

“I am close,” Steve warned, his voice breaking.

“I know,” she answered, and she did not slow down. “Come for me this time. Not for her.”

He finished hard, spilling over her fingers and across his stomach with a broken groan. Sugar kept stroking him through every pulse until he was shaking and oversensitive. Then she released him and looked at her wet hand for a moment before licking every drop of his cum.

Neither of them spoke for a long while. Finally Sugar sat back and met his eyes. Her voice was calm but steady. “We are going to say yes tomorrow morning.”