Chapter 3: NYE Aftermath

The front door shut with a soft click behind Rachel, leaving Purdey and Ian alone in the sudden stillness of their home. Party debris surrounded them—half-empty glasses on side tables, crumpled napkins wedged between couch cushions, the lingering smell of spilled wine mixing with perfume and sweat.

Kim’s face was drained of colour, her expression frozen in shock and disbelief. Her distant eyes revealed a mind desperately trying to escape this moment, to transport herself anywhere but here in this unbearable present. Purdey had witnessed that distinctive look before—that same vacant stare in friends who had just discovered their spouse’s infidelity, that moment when their world collapsed inward. Did Kim somehow hear her with Lloyd? Was that how she uncovered the betrayal? Or was it that Lloyd’s hands had lingered dangerously around her ass, had Kim noticed? These questions gnawed at Purdey, demanding answers she wasn’t sure she wanted to face. Wanting a distraction her focus changed to Ian and the interaction between him and Rachel.

Ian had moved to the kitchen, where he filled the sink with hot water and squirted in dish soap, creating mountains of bubbles. Purdey watched his back, the familiar slope of his shoulders somehow looking foreign to her now.

“What was that about?” she asked, forcing a casual tone that didn’t match the tension coiling inside her.

Ian didn’t turn around. “What was what about?”

“Rachel. How she was so close to you, that’s not normal.” Purdey stepped closer, watching his hands disappear beneath the soapy water. “She said something a situation.”

“She was drunk.” His voice was flat. “People say stupid things when they’re drunk.”

“She’s twenty-two. Not exactly a child.” Purdey felt her patience thinning, that familiar frustration when Ian began closing himself off.

Ian placed a wineglass on the drying rack with exaggerated care. “Did you have fun tonight?” he asked, changing the subject with obvious awkwardness.

Purdey leaned against the counter, crossing her arms. “Don’t do that.”

“Do what?”

“Avoid the question. You always do this when you want to hide something.” The pattern was so familiar it made her teeth ache.

Ian finally turned to face her, drying his hands on a dish towel. His expression was unreadable in the half-light of the kitchen, shadows playing across his features. The memory of what had actually happened between them flickered behind his eyes.

“Fine, we made out in the kitchen and did shots off each other. That’s it I swear.” The lie slipped easily from his lips, his pulse quickening slightly. He fidgeted with the dish towel, avoiding her gaze. What had really happened played vividly in his mind—Rachel on her knees, his fingers tangled in her hair, the warmth of her mouth sending waves of pleasure through him unlike anything he’d experienced in years. But that particular detail would remain his secret, locked away behind a carefully constructed half-truth.

Purdey nodded at his explanation but wasn’t entirely convinced. Her brow furrowed as she crossed her arms.

“I understand what you’re saying, but are you really okay with everything that happened? I need to know you’re being honest with me, not wanting to say what I want to hear.”

Ian took her hands in his, his eyes meeting hers with sincere intensity.

“I truly mean it. I love you, I want to see you sexually satisfied and happy.”

After studying his face for signs of deception and finding none, Purdey finally smiled, satisfied with his response.

She moved on and started cleaning the house, one thing that Ian and her had in common was that if the house was a mess they couldn’t sleep. The dim light from the street lamps filtered through the half-drawn blinds at 1:30am, illuminating dust particles floating in the darkness. The living room still bore signs of their hasty departure the previous evening—cushions askew, a wine glass left on the coffee table. Within an hour they had both cleaned the house to a state that was presentable and they were happy with, the hardwood floors gleaming and everything returned to its proper place.

Purdey jumped in to shower first to wash up, she stripped off admiring herself in the mirror. A thick stream of Lloyd’s cum leaked between her legs. Ian walked in, his eyes immediately drawn to her pussy still dripping with another man’s seed. He dropped to his knees almost reverently and began eating her out, moaning as he tasted the evidence of her infidelity.

“Mmmmm yes Ian, clean me ... taste how full Lloyd left me...” Purdey moaned, grabbing his hair. “His cum is so thick, isn’t it? Much more than you make.”

Ian’s cock hardened instantly at her degrading words, his arousal obvious despite his humiliation. He picked her up and placed her on the cold floor of the shower. After he had obediently eaten her clean, he inserted his hard cock and turned on the shower fucking her hard.

“Ohhhh yes, Ian fuck me hard. But you know you can’t fill me up like Lloyd did, don’t you? Yess...”

“Who’s my little slut who loves being filled by other men?” Ian asked, his voice trembling with excitement.

“I am ... mmm ohhh fuck I’m gonna cum thinking about how Lloyd fucked me earlier!” Purdey screamed as she tightened around him causing him to climax as well.

They washed each other’s body gently and softly before moving to the bed both still naked. Ian spooned behind her, his limp cock placed between her ass.

“I love you, even more when you come home filled with another man’s cum,” Ian whispered as he drifted off to sleep.

Feeling conflicted upon hearing those words, Purdey tossed and turned, unable to sleep. Her mind raced, wondering if she was falling for Lloyd instead. The distinction between physical attraction and genuine emotional connection blurred in her exhausted thoughts. Was her body responding to him, or was her heart truly involved? She needed to steel herself against these confusing feelings, to find clarity between desire and deeper affection. Perhaps one day she would understand what she truly wanted, but tonight, her thoughts remained a tangled mess of uncertainty and longing.

Two streets away, Kim sat rigid on their living room couch, the leather creaking under her tense body. The warm glow of the table lamp cast harsh shadows across the room as Lloyd paced frantically in front of her, his footsteps heavy on their cream carpet.