Chapter 10

Alex stood frozen in his office, phone pressed to his ear, Sarah’s trembling voice demanding the truth on the other end. Jordan was still leaning against the desk, skirt slightly disheveled, his fresh cum slowly leaking down their inner thighs. The air felt thick with tension and the lingering scent of sex.

“Alex?” Sarah pressed, her voice cracking. “Your car is there. I drove past twice. Just tell me what’s going on. I deserve that much.”

Jordan’s eyes met his — a dangerous mix of fear, arousal, and challenge. They silently stepped closer, hand sliding down his chest toward his belt as if daring him to continue while on the phone with his wife.

Alex caught their wrist, heart pounding so hard he felt dizzy. “Sarah, I’m handling a last-minute crisis with the design team. I swear it’s work. I’ll be home in an hour and we can talk properly. I love you.”

He hung up before she could respond, the guilt twisting like a knife in his gut. Jordan immediately dropped to their knees again, pulling his cock out and taking him into their mouth with eager, wet strokes.

“You’re so hard even while lying to her,” they murmured around him, eyes locked upward. “That turns me on more than anything.”

Alex groaned, gripping their hair. The risk pushed him over the edge faster than he wanted. He fucked Jordan’s mouth with shallow thrusts until he came again, spilling down their throat while trying to stay quiet. Afterward, he helped them clean up, both of them moving quickly.

“You need to leave first,” he said, voice rough. “I’ll follow in ten minutes.”

Jordan kissed him deeply, possessively. “Don’t go back to her tonight. Stay with me.”

Alex didn’t answer.

The drive home was the longest of his life. When he walked through the door, Sarah was waiting on the couch, arms wrapped around her knees. Her eyes were swollen from crying. The confrontation that followed was brutal.

She listed every odd detail — the late nights, the different soap scent, the way he couldn’t fully make love to her anymore, the car at the hotel and the office. Alex denied everything, weaving a web of half-truths about work stress and a big promotion he was chasing. He pulled her into his arms, kissed her, told her how much he loved her, and they ended up in bed where he tried desperately to prove his devotion.

He went down on her for a long time, bringing her to multiple orgasms with his tongue and fingers, focusing entirely on her pleasure. Sarah clung to him, crying out his name as she came. But when she tried to reciprocate, Alex’s body betrayed him again. The guilt and exhaustion left him unable to perform fully. He finished her with his hand and held her as she fell asleep, tears silently tracking down his own cheeks.

His phone buzzed under the pillow around 2 a.m.

**Jordan:** *I’m at the hotel waiting. Come to me. I need to feel you inside me again. I love you.*

He deleted it, but the pull was magnetic. By 3:30 a.m. he was back at the hotel.

The sex that night was different — slower, more emotional, almost desperate. Jordan rode him face to face, hands on his chest, eyes never leaving his as they moved together in perfect rhythm.

“I love you,” Jordan whispered again as they came together, bodies trembling. “Choose me, Alex. I can make you happier than she ever could.”

Alex held them close afterward, the weight of two worlds crushing him. He left before dawn, driving home in a fog of confusion and lust.

Sunday was supposed to be a day for repair. Instead, it became the day everything started to shatter.

Sarah found the second phone.

She had gone to do laundry and discovered a burner phone he had hidden in his gym bag — one he used only for Jordan. The messages were still there, un-deleted in his haste. When Alex walked into the bedroom that evening, Sarah was sitting on the bed with the phone in her lap, face pale.

“I read everything,” she said, voice hollow. “The hotel. The office. The way you talk to them. How long has this been going on?”

The room spun. Alex dropped to his knees in front of her, tears in his eyes, the full weight of his betrayal crashing down.

“Sarah… I’m so sorry. It was a mistake. It got out of control. I love you. Please—”

But Sarah stood up, backing away from him.

“I need time,” she whispered. “And you need to decide what you really want.”

She packed a bag and left for her sister’s house that night, leaving Alex alone in the empty house with nothing but the ringing silence and a new message from Jordan lighting up his main phone:

**Jordan:** *I’m here for you. Come to me. We can start over.*