ANMELDENAlexâs povThe light outside had gone soft and orange by the time the whiskey really sank in. My head felt loose and my mouth kept moving even when I tried to shut it. Julianâs hand still rested heavy on my thigh, higher than before, and every time I shifted the denim rubbed my cock in a way that made it harder to think straight.âIâm not gay,â I said, the words coming out thicker than I meant. âYou know that. Iâve always said it. But fuck it. I could try. Just once. To see. Get it out of my head or whatever. One time and then I know.âJulian didnât laugh. He didnât look surprised either. He just studied my face like he was measuring how serious I was under all the alcohol. His thumb kept that slow circle going, closer to the thick outline straining my jeans.âAre you sure about that?â he asked, calm as ever.âYeah. Just once. Curiosity. Booze talking. Doesnât mean anything.âHe leaned in without another word. His mouth met mine slow and deliberate, no rush, the kind of kiss that alr
Alexâs povThe afternoon light cut through the half-closed blinds and landed right across the couch where I sat with a half-empty bottle of whiskey already sweating in my hand. Julianâs place always smelled like clean laundry and that expensive cologne he wore, and right now the quiet of it pressed in on me harder than the breakup did. My phone buzzed again on the cushion beside me. I already knew who it was before I looked.âShe really just said it,â I muttered, unlocking the screen. âMoved on already. Three days and sheâs posting pictures with some new guyâs arm around her. Three fucking days.âJulian sat at the other end of the couch, legs spread, one ankle resting on his knee like he had all the time in the world. He didnât say anything at first, just watched me tip the bottle back and swallow another long burn. His eyes stayed steady on my face.âWomen are complicated as hell,â I kept going, voice getting louder the more the whiskey settled in. âAlways wanting something you ca
Vivianâs povâHey baby, Iâm home,â Daniel called as he came through the front door, keys hitting the usual spot on the table by the stairs.I was already in the kitchen trying to look normal, hair fixed, makeup redone, fresh panties on, the wet ruined ones from earlier buried deep in the bottom of the laundry basket where he would never look. I had scrubbed between my legs in the shower until the water ran cold and my skin felt raw but I could still feel Robertâs cum like it had soaked into me and refused to leave. My pussy was still sore and slightly swollen from how hard and deep he had fucked me over that desk. Every time I shifted my weight I remembered the stretch of his thick cock, the way he had pounded into me, the hot flood when he came.âHey,â I said, forcing the smile onto my face. âHow was work?âHe walked in, kissed my cheek the same way he always did, and lingered a second longer than usual, sniffing lightly near my neck.âYou smell d
Vivianâs povâJust get to the car and get the fuck out of here,â I muttered under my breath as I walked through the underground garage, heels clicking too loud on the concrete every single step.Every movement sent another slow thick trickle of Robertâs cum down the inside of my thigh. The panties I had pulled back on in his office were already ruined again, cold and sticky and stuck to my sore pussy. I could still feel the stretch from how hard and deep he had fucked me over that desk. My clit throbbed in time with my heartbeat. My nipples scraped against the lace of my bra with every breath, still swollen and sensitive from his mouth and teeth. The smell of sex clung to my skin under my clothes.I found my car, unlocked it with shaking fingers, and dropped into the driverâs seat like my legs had finally given out completely. I shut the door hard and just sat there with both hands locked on the wheel, staring at the concrete wall in front of me. The parking garage was quiet an
Vivianâs pov âShit,â I whispered, still bent over the desk with my skirt shoved up around my waist and his cum running warm and thick down the inside of my thighs. Robert stepped back just enough to give me room to move. I stayed there for several more seconds, breathing hard, legs shaking so bad I had to keep both hands on the wood. The thick wet feel of him kept leaking out of my pussy in slow sticky pulses. My panties were tangled around my knees. My bra was still shoved under my tits so they hung free and marked from his mouth. The blouse hung completely open. The office smelled like sex and sweat and the dirty things we had just done. Outside the big windows the city kept moving like nothing had happened at all, cars and people going about the same ordinary afternoon while I stood there freshly fucked by my husbandâs father with his cum still dripping out of me. I pushed myself upright on unsteady legs an
Vivianâs povâDonât,â I said, but the word came out weak and I did not step back when Robert moved.He took one step toward me, then another, closing the last of the space between us until the heat of his body hit me full on. The months of stolen looks, the deliberate way he had touched me every visit, the secrets I had kept, the fear of almost getting caught behind that cabinet, everything collided at once inside my chest. My control snapped clean in half. I stopped fighting what I had wanted since the first time his hand stayed too long on my hip and made my pussy get wet.His mouth crashed onto mine hard. I opened for him immediately, tongue meeting him, tasting him while my hands grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled him closer. He pushed me back against the edge of the desk, one hand already under my skirt, shoving the fabric up roughly until his fingers found the soaked lace between my legs.âFuck, youâre dripping,â he growled against my mout







