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CLAIREThe house felt different without her husband.Marcus had left that morning for a two-week conference on the other side of the country. The front door had barely clicked shut behind him before the air inside changed into something heavier and charged.Claire stood in the kitchen in a thin white top and booty shorts, the hem barely covering the curve of her ass. She wasn’t wearing panties. She never did when it was just her and the boys, but these boys weren’t just boys anymore.Jake was twenty-three. He had broad shoulders, dark hair that fell into his eyes, and had the same jawline as his father, but he always seemed meaner somehow when he looked at her. Tyler was twenty-one. He was leaner and quieter, with that soft mouth that always looked like it was about to say something filthy and then didn’t. They both lived at home. According to Marcus, they were “saving money.” But Claire knew better. She knew they stayed because of her.She poured herself a glass of wine, let the cold

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Claire cried out as the stretch burned in the best way. Jake was bigger and thicker than Marcus, and he didn’t give her time to adjust. He started fucking her immediately with deep, hard strokes that made her tits bounce in Tyler’s face. Tyler reached up and sucked one nipple into his mouth, biting just enough to make her clench around Jake’s cock.“Fuck,” Jake gritted out. “She’s so tight. It’s like her cunt doesn’t want to let me go.”Claire could only moan louder. Every thrust drove her forward so her mouth brushed the head of Tyler’s cock. She opened her mouth, took the head of his cock between her lips, and Tyler’s hand tangled in her hair, guiding her down until she was choking on him while Jake fucked her from behind.They found a rhythm. Jake fucked into her hard enough that the wet slap of skin on skin filled the living room while Claire kept sucking and bobbing on Tyler’s cock, drooling, her eyes watering when he pushed deeper. Tyler’s hips lifted off the couch to fuck her t

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Two weeks later, the house still smelled like sex.The sheets in her bedroom carried the scent of Jake and Tyler. The couch cushions were permanently indented from the nights they bent her over the armrest. Even the kitchen counter had seen her on her back more than once, her legs spread, as one of them buried in her throat while the other fucked her until she came so hard she knocked a plate off the edge. Marcus was supposed to come home that evening. His flight landed at seven and dinner was supposed to be ready by eight.She stood at the stove in a thin white blouse and dark jeans, stirring a pot of sauce. Behind her, the fridge door opened and closed. And then she heard Jake and Tyler’s footsteps. They boxed her in without a word.Jake’s chest pressed to her back. His hand slid around her waist and down, cupping her through the denim. “Dad’s almost here,” he murmured against her ear. “He’ll be here in a couple hours. You ready to play house again?”Claire’s breath hitched. “We sho

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