Chapter 3

Caroline smoothed out her skirt and placed her hand beneath Andrew.

"I'll help you with my hand. If I were really as raunchy as Addison—playing with my toys eight or ten times a day—you’d have every reason to worry that I’d be cheating on you."

Hearing Caroline’s mocking words, my face burned with embarrassment, and I panicked a little.

Did Caroline and Andrew actually know that I’d been secretly playing with my toys in my room?

Then, those times I caught them in the act—were they doing it on purpose, just for exhibition purposes? Did they want to see me embarrassed, or did they find it more exciting that way?

I felt both miserable and angry.

Looking at Caroline’s face—which looked exactly like mine—a thought popped into my head.

If it weren’t for Caroline…

Once that thought entered my mind, I couldn’t control it anymore. I felt myself getting wet down there again.

If this kept up, my pants would probably be soaked by the time I left the theater. That would be a huge embarrassment.

With that thought, I hid my face behind my hair and headed to the restroom.

After cleaning myself up and tucking a few tissues into my damp panties, I finally came out.

But to my surprise, the moment I opened the door, I saw Caroline just walking in. Her cheeks were flushed, bearing the marks of having been fiercely loved, and her lip was swollen.

When Caroline saw me, she paused for a moment, but then said something that startled me. "It really is you."

My eyelid twitched. "Car, what do you mean, 'it’s really you'? Are you here to see the movie too?"

"Don’t play dumb." Caroline rolled her eyes, her gaze sweeping over my lustful face. "When I walked into the theater, I saw someone in the back row who looked just like you. I didn’t expect it to actually be you."

Before I could say a word, Caroline snorted derisively and asked, "Did you enjoy watching me and Andrew do it?"

My face flushed, and my heart raced. I was about to say no, but Caroline cut me off, saying she wanted to make a deal with me.

"You saw it yourself—Andrew has a huge appetite, and I can’t satisfy him on my own. If this keeps up, I’m worried he’ll go looking for other women. So, do me a favor and pretend to be me to satisfy Andrew. You’ll enjoy it too. Andrew’s big stick definitely won’t disappoint you."

My eyes widened. I never would have imagined Caroline would suggest something like this!

I couldn’t help but feel a flutter in my heart.

Caroline pressed her advantage. "Andrew’s still hard right now. You just watched a live sex show. With how horny you are, you must be itching for it too, right? Don’t you want your Andrew’s length to pound you?"

I looked at Caroline, who was trying her best to control herself but still couldn’t hide her disdain for me. Anger welled up inside me, and I didn’t hesitate any longer.

"I’ll do it."

'Car, you’re the one who gave me this chance. Don’t blame me for seducing your husband.'

As we swapped clothes, Caroline ripped the tissue out from between the legs of my panties and laughed at me again.

I told her straight out that I couldn’t perform well with her around, so I sent her away.

Back at the movie theater, I walked over to Andrew’s side, my heart pounding with excitement and nervousness.

No sooner had I sat down than he slid his hand under my skirt.

"What took you so long? Did you need a cold wash to reduce the swelling behind my back?"

The next second, his fingers pulled aside my panties and began to touch me.

My cheeks flushed crimson, and when his rough fingertips brushed against my private area, I couldn’t control my urge. A wave of wetness washed over me, soaking his hand.