Todos os capítulos de 50 SHADES OF SINFUL PRESSURE : Capítulo 71 - Capítulo 80

I woke up to sunlight coming through the blinds and the sound of Mark moving around in the kitchen. My entire body ached. My pussy was swollen and sore. My ass felt stretched and tender. There were faint handprints on my hips and thighs. Dried cum was crusted on my inner thighs, my stomach, and even in my hair. The sheets beneath me were stiff with it. I lay there for a long moment, staring at the ceiling, trying to process what had happened. Mark’s four best friends had gangbanged me all night in our bed while he was passed out drunk on the couch. And I had let them. Worse — I had begged for it by the end. I heard Mark’s footsteps coming down the hallway. I quickly pulled the blanket up over my naked body just as he opened the bedroom door. “Hey, babe,” he said, rubbing his head. “God, I feel like shit. How much did I drink last night?” I forced a smile. “A lot. You passed out pretty early.” He chuckled and sat on the edge of the bed. “Sorry. Hope the guys weren

It had been almost two months since that second night with all six of them. I wasn’t the same woman anymore. Mark still had no idea. He went to work, came home, kissed me, and told me he loved me like everything was normal. But nothing was normal. Not anymore. I belonged to them now. Jake, Tyler, Ryan, Marcus, Devon, and Cole used me whenever they wanted. Sometimes it was just one or two of them during the day while Mark was at work. Other times all six would show up at once and destroy me for hours. I stopped saying no. I stopped pretending I didn’t want it. I had become exactly what they turned me into — a married cumdump who got wet the second her husband’s friends texted her. One Friday night, Mark told me he was going out with some coworkers and wouldn’t be home until late. The second he left, I sent a message to the group chat. Me: He’s gone. Come over. They didn’t even reply. They just showed up thirty minutes later. All six of them. I opened the door

My heart was pounding so hard I could feel it in my throat as Jake led me up the stairs. Every step felt like crossing another invisible boundary. This was my house. My marital bed. The same bed where David had made love to me—gently, predictably, and far too rarely—for the last fifteen years. And now I was walking toward it with my stepson’s hand wrapped firmly around mine, his cock still hard and jutting out from his open sweatpants, glistening at the tip. I should have pulled away. I should have told him this was insane, that we were about to destroy everything. But the ache between my legs was louder than any voice of reason. My pussy was soaked, my clit throbbing with every heartbeat, and the memory of his thick fingers curling inside me downstairs still made my inner walls clench. Jake pushed open the bedroom door and guided me inside. The moment it clicked shut behind us, he spun me around and kissed me again—deeper this time, more possessive. His hands roamed down my bac

Friday evening arrived too quickly. The house smelled faintly of the dinner I had barely touched—nerves had killed my appetite. I had spent the entire day oscillating between panic and unbearable arousal. Every time I remembered Jake’s words from the night before, my thighs pressed together and fresh slickness coated my pussy. I told myself I would say no when the boys arrived. I would laugh it off, send them away, and keep this filthy secret between Jake and me. But when the doorbell rang at seven-thirty, my heart leapt into my throat and my nipples tightened against the thin sundress I had chosen. No bra. No panties. Jake had told me exactly what to wear. He answered the door with that confident, cocky smile of his. Mike, Chris, and Tyler stepped inside—three tall, athletic twenty-one-year-old men I had known since they were awkward teenagers coming over for pool parties. Now they looked at me like wolves who had just smelled blood. “Mrs. Bennett,” Mike said first, his voice

Sunlight filtered through the bedroom curtains, warm and golden, when I finally woke. My body felt heavy, used, and deliciously sore in ways I had never experienced before. Every muscle ached. My jaw was tender, my pussy throbbed with a deep, satisfied pulse, and my ass… God, my ass burned with a dull, constant reminder of how thoroughly it had been claimed. The sheets beneath me were sticky with dried cum and my own juices. The faint scent of sex still hung thick in the air. I lay there for a long moment, staring at the ceiling, feeling the slow drip of leftover cum leaking from both my pussy and my well-fucked ass. The boys had left sometime in the early hours. I vaguely remembered sleepy kisses on my forehead, murmured promises that they’d come back whenever Dad was away again, and the sound of the front door closing. Only Jake remained. His strong arm was wrapped possessively around my waist, his warm body curled against my back, his soft cock nestled between my ass cheeks lik