Caught With Pants Down I

Chapter One: The Arrangement

KAREN

“Ohh, yes! Keep swirling that tongue on my hard clit, okay?”

Holly let out a low, guttural moan of pure pleasure, her fingers tangling in my husband’s hair to hold him perfectly in place. Through the hidden camera feed glowing in front of me, I watched him lap at her sweetness, suckling and licking with a desperate, ravenous hunger.

Damon had always been a master with his tongue. He knew exactly how to break a woman down, which was how I knew Holly wasn’t faking a single gasp. Her eyes rolled back, her head lolling as she struggled to hold his gaze.

Across the room, my panties were already soaked. A deep, thrumming ache throbbed between my thighs, so intense I could barely sit without crushing my legs together to soothe it. The heat was relentless. I wanted to join them; I couldn't wait another second.

Damon had no idea, but I was the architect of this entire sin. Why? Because he had stopped touching me in bed. He had shut down, locking away my darkest fantasies.

We had been married for two years, and the moment my second miscarriage shattered us, he became a ghost in our bed. We used to be wild, reckless, and unhinged before we tied the knot. Marriage had turned him into a stranger.

But watching him devour Holly, I realized the truth: my husband hadn't changed at all. He had just stopped letting me see the beast inside him.

Well, too bad for him. I always win.

Using his American Express Black Card black card, I had paid Holly’s exorbitant rate and orchestrated this entire night. And now, it was time for me to claim my return on investment.

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I slipped through the bedroom door, silent as a phantom. I kicked off my stiletto heels by the entrance and tiptoed toward the plush armchair in the center of the room.

From this angle, the bed was fully visible—and more importantly, Holly could see me.

As Damon kept his back turned, deeply buried between her thighs, Holly caught my eye. A slow, wicked smirk spread across her face, and she bit down hard on her lower lip.

She was a brat. The exact kind of dangerous woman you were supposed to stay away from, the kind you made sure your husband never met. Her honey-blonde waves were as wild as her reputation, framing a face that held a sea of secrets.

She had millions of followers and thousands of men begging for a glance, but Holly wasn't a regular escort. She was a high-end fantasy architect for those who could afford her. And God, she was a masterpiece to behold.

As I watched them, a sudden realization hit me like a physical blow: this had stopped being about punishing Damon a long time ago.

I wanted her.

Leaning back into the chair, I parted my thighs and slipped my hand beneath my skirt, rubbing directly through the thin, fiery-red lace of my thong.

My clit was swollen, rock-hard, and my fingers instantly came away slick and glistening.

“Yes, please, daddy... Yes,” Holly cried out, her voice dropping into a breathless, needy moan that made my chest tighten.

Damon, still completely in the dark, slid his hands under her plush hips, lifting her so his tongue could drive even deeper. He cocked his head, sliding his fingers inside her to join the rhythm, and Holly rolled her hips deliciously against his mouth.

I began to stroke myself—light, teasing slaps against my aching center—as memories of what Damon and I used to be flooded my mind.

I remembered sneaking a quickie on our wedding day. I had walked down the aisle with no underwear because he had ripped my lace panties to shreds in the limo.

He used to be a beast, with a dominant, heavy length to match. When he would push his way into me, my body would fold in half, bursting around his thick shaft.

We used to do it everywhere. He’d hold me up in front of the mirror, whispering darkly against my ear, “Look at how pretty you look when I force you to take all of me.” I would be a crying, beautiful mess, begging for more.

Then there was that vacation where a stranger tried to flirt with me at a restaurant. Damon had invited the man to join us for dinner, then spent the entire evening fingering me roughly under the table. It was a dimly lit room, and by dessert, I couldn't even hold back my whimpers.

“She’s mine, and she’s exactly where she belongs,” Damon had told the man with a cold smirk while I quivered, unable to even lift my fork. The man had left the table in a rush, calling us deviants.

Afterward, Damon had slammed me against the cold glass window of our car in the parking lot, taking me from behind. “You’re all mine, Karen. Mine.”

“I’m all yours, daddy. I swear,” I had screamed into the night.

The memory infuriated me just as much as it starved me. I stood up, my pencil skirt already hitched up around my waist. My core ached with a needy, punishing pain.

Hearing the wet, filthy sounds of Damon’s mouth against her, I crossed the room and knelt right beside him on the bed.

The moment his eyes snapped to mine, his skin went pale with sheer terror.

“Don’t stop on my account, daddy,” I whispered, my voice dripping with mocking innocence. “I just want to join the fun.”

“Please don’t stop, daddy,” Holly echoed, propping herself up against the pillows with a sultry grin.

I reached out, gripped Damon’s jaw, and pulled his face up to mine. I crashed my lips onto his, ravenously drinking in the taste of Holly from his mouth. She tasted like strawberries and raw, intoxicating sin.

I tangled my tongue with his, unashamed of the hunger devouring me. Between my legs, a heavy gush of moisture escaped, tracing a hot path down my thigh.

“God, yes... perfect,” Holly giggled. She grabbed Damon’s tie, wrapping the silk around her knuckles, and yanked him back down to his duties.

Then, her dark, secretive eyes locked onto me. “You. Come here.”

I crawled over to her on all fours, my arched back leaving my damp core and ass exposed to the cool breeze of the air conditioner. Holly didn’t hesitate. She lunged forward, capturing my mouth in a bruising kiss while her hands ripped at my blouse.

Buttons flew across the room, scattering like a rain of pure pleasure. She tore my bra open, baring my breasts, and I immediately swung my leg over her body.

Straddling her, I positioned myself perfectly over Damon’s face.

Now, he had two wet, dripping women hovering over him, demanding to be ruined all night long.

Holly’s tongue was an intoxicating mix of fire and ice as she leaned down to lash at my nipples, sending a violent shiver straight to my crotch.

I sighed into the apex of her neck as she nibbled on my sensitive skin, flicking my hard nipple like a light switch. Except there was no turning this off; every touch only turned the heat up.

Damon went to work with a renewed, desperate vigor. His hands and tongue ravished my pussy while Holly focused entirely on my upper body, dragging her wet lips across my chest and biting down on the column of my neck. Goosebumps erupted across my flesh.

I gripped the sheets, hovering dangerously close to the edge.They didn't give me a moment to breathe.

“Fuck!” I cried out.

Damon drove his fingers inside me in a punishing, relentless rhythm, his tongue locking onto my swollen clit. My vision blurred. I couldn't even keep my eyes open.

Suddenly, Holly brought her hand down, delivering a sharp slap to my bare ass. She squeezed my cheeks tightly, forcing me down even harder onto Damon’s mouth. He added a second finger, then a third, stretching me open until I whimpered.

Holly gripped my chin, forcing me to look directly into her eyes. She pouted her lips, nodding slowly, coaxing me to surrender to the darkness. She was moaning too, her eyes rolling back, but she refused to let me look away from her.

Damon was a beast possessed, shifting his focus between our slick openings, driving us both to the absolute brink of sanity. The heavy scent of sex filled the air.

Then, Holly leaned in, her voice a low, thrilling whisper against my ear.

“Let me get that for you,” she murmured.

Her manicured fingers slid down my hand, catching the gold band of my wedding ring. With a slow, deliberate tug, she slipped it off my finger and tossed it carelessly into the shadows of the room.

“Now... let go,” Holly commanded, her hands gripping my face. At that exact moment, Damon’s thumb pinned my clit, vibrating against it with merciless force.

I obeyed her. I let go.

The orgasm hit me like a tidal wave. My teeth chattered as a violent tremor wrecked my body, my eyes rolling into the back of my head as my entire world dissolved into a pulsing, breathless ecstasy.

“Fuck yes!”