LOGINElena’s pov
“Turn the car around right fucking now,” I said out loud to the empty passenger seat while the city rolled past the windows. My hands stayed locked on the wheel at ten and two like a good girl even though nothing about this was good.The black dress had ridden up my thighs the second I sat down and every time I shifted gears the bare skin of my ass stuck to the leather seat. Nothing underneath. Exactly like he told me.The air conditioning blew cold across my chest anElena’s pov“Keep walking,” I told myself as the elevator doors finished opening. “You already drove across the whole city with nothing under this dress. You already fingered yourself at two red lights. Turning around now would be the real joke.”The hallway was quiet and expensive, the kind of quiet that made every step of my heels sound too loud. My dress still clung to the wet spot between my thighs. I could feel a fresh slick sliding down the inside of one leg with every stride. My nipples stayed hard against the thin black fabric like they were trying to punch through.I reached the door at the end and raised my hand to knock even though he had said it would be unlocked.The door opened before my knuckles touched wood.Marcus stood there filling the frame, no shirt, dark jeans riding low on his hips, bare feet on the hardwood. Fifteen years older and every one of those years looked good on him right then. His chest was solid, a little gray in the hair t
Elena’s pov“Turn the car around right fucking now,” I said out loud to the empty passenger seat while the city rolled past the windows. My hands stayed locked on the wheel at ten and two like a good girl even though nothing about this was good. The black dress had ridden up my thighs the second I sat down and every time I shifted gears the bare skin of my ass stuck to the leather seat. Nothing underneath. Exactly like he told me.The air conditioning blew cold across my chest and my nipples peaked hard against the thin fabric. I could feel how wet I still was from the kitchen. Every bump in the road made my cunt clench around nothing and a fresh trickle of slick slid down the crack of my ass.“You’re married,” I told myself again, louder this time. “David is somewhere on a plane trusting you and you are driving to his best friend’s private apartment with your pussy already dripping down your thighs.”Marcus is family in every way that counts. He stood next to D
Elena’s pov“What the fuck are you doing, Elena?” I said it out loud while I paced the kitchen tile barefoot, phone gripped so tight the edges dug into my palm. The screen still showed his last message and the three dots that had appeared and vanished and appeared again like he was right there waiting.I knew exactly what this was. Every lingering look across the dinner table when David got up for more wine. Every “accidental” brush of his knuckles against the small of my back when he reached past me for the salt. The way Marcus’s eyes always dropped to my mouth when I laughed too loud and stayed there a beat longer than friendship allowed. Fifteen years older than me and he still looked at me like he wanted to ruin every careful thing David and I had built.And the worst part was I let him.I stopped in front of the fridge and pressed my forehead to the cool door. My tank top was still rucked up under my arms from earlier. My nipples dragged against t
Elena’s povThe front door clicked shut just after six and the house went quiet in that heavy way it always did when David left for one of his trips. I stood in the kitchen barefoot in the thin tank top I slept in, the hem barely covering the tops of my thighs, and listened to the car pull out of the driveway. Fifteen minutes later the coffee was still dripping and my phone lit up on the counter.Marcus.I wiped my hands on a dish towel and unlocked the screen. One message. No greeting. No emoji. Just those five words sitting there like they already knew the answer.“I need to see you today. Alone.”I stared at the screen until the letters started to blur. My thumb hovered over the keyboard and then I locked the phone again and set it face down.“You’re not answering that,” I said out loud to the empty kitchen. “You’re going to finish your coffee and go for a run and pretend that man never sent a single word.”The phone stayed quiet. I poured the coffee,
Lucy’s povWe sat at the dining table as a new family.My mother talked about the ceremony, the flowers, and the future. She waved her fork around while she described how perfect the light had been when they said their vows and how she already had ideas for the spare room and the backyard. David answered when spoken to, calm and polite, the perfect new husband. His voice stayed even. His smile looked easy. Only I knew that less than an hour ago that same mouth had been between my legs and then on mine while he fucked me quiet enough that the shower covered the sounds.I pushed food around my plate and felt his knee brush mine under the table once deliberate, private. The contact was light but it shot straight to my still-tender cunt. I was bare under the jeans. His cum had mostly stopped leaking but every time I shifted I felt the sticky reminder of how hard he had filled me. My clit throbbed against the seam of the denim. I kept my eyes on my plate and tried to look like a normal
Lucy’s povWe dressed in near silence afterward.My hands shook slightly as I pulled on clothes. The jeans felt too tight against my still-sensitive pussy. Every shift of the fabric reminded me how hard he had fucked me and how thoroughly I had come around his cock. I winced when I dragged the tank top over my tits.My nipples were still swollen and dark from his mouth. David watched me the entire time, expression unreadable except for the heat still banked in his eyes. He looked calm on the surface but the way his gaze tracked every inch of skin as I covered it up said he was already thinking about doing it again.I found my panties on the floor and hesitated. They were useless, still damp from earlier. I left them and pulled the jeans up anyway, going bare underneath. The seam pressed right against my tender clit and I had to bite my lip to keep from making a sound. He noticed. Of course he did. His eyes dropped between my legs and a muscle jumped in his jaw.“This stays between







