Chapter 1

The ceiling fan clicked rhythmically above her. Through the open window, waves lapped gently at the shore, a reminder of how close she lived to everything—and how far she felt from it. The house was quiet. Too quiet.

Lena lay naked in the middle of her bed, a thin sheet tangled around her hips, her skin warm and smooth from the bath. Her thighs were slick with sweat ... or something else.

Her body had learned to want again. Quietly. Secretly. At night.

But she hadn’t let anyone touch her since Ron died.

A whole year.

Tonight, though, she needed more than her fingers. She needed him.

She reached for the tablet beside her, tapped it awake. Her breath already hitched before her finger landed on the folder labeled “Us.”

She knew which video. She tapped it.

The screen bloomed with light. Moaning. Her moaning.

The camera was steady, handheld. Ron’s angle—classic.

There she was—thirty-five, glowing, wild. One year younger.

Her legs draped around Nico’s waist, his cock sliding slowly in and out with long, powerful thrusts. His tattoos flexed across his biceps and forearms as he gripped her thighs, sweat already slicking his back.

His lips were parted, eyes dark with hunger—and awe.

Nova leaned into frame, biting her bottom lip. Her fashionable semi-mohawk framed a stunning face, her breasts perfect and barely restrained by a shelf bra. Her pierced nipples gleamed as she moved, and her garter belt clung tight to her hips above fishnet stockings.

“Fuck ... she’s so wet,” Nico breathed.

“Of course she is,” came Ron’s voice from behind the camera, proud and amused. “Isn’t my wife beautiful?”

Nova grinned at the lens. “She looks like Sharon Stone.”

Lena on-screen laughed through a moan. “Seriously?”

“Basic Instinct 2, though,” Nova said, kissing Lena’s breast.

Ron chuckled. “Not the first one?”

“Oh no,” Nova said, sliding her tongue slowly over Lena’s skin. “She’s older in the sequel. Hotter. That woman ages like black magic. I’d give my pinky to fuck her.”

“You are so fucking passionate,” Ron groaned. “Suck my wife’s nipple. Strum her fucking clit. Yeah—just like that.”

Nova obeyed eagerly, her lips closing around Lena’s stiff nipple while her fingers reached between her thighs. Lena gasped, back arching as Nico’s cock drove into her, thick and slow and perfect.

“You like this?” Ron asked from off-screen.

“I love this,” Lena panted. “Fuck, I love this.”

Ron’s voice deepened. “Nico, she’s close. Pick up the pace. I want her legs shaking when you come inside her.”

Nico’s pace picked up—harder now, the slap of skin louder. Nova kept her mouth latched to Lena’s breast, moaning softly as Lena writhed.

“I’m close,” Nico gasped.

“Do it,” Ron said. “Come inside her. Fill her. Let her feel it.”

Lena’s thighs trembled. “Yes—do it, Nico. Come in me.”

The boy groaned, hips jerking, cock buried deep as he filled her. Nova didn’t stop—still sucking, still rubbing. Lena came violently, eyes closed, mouth open, body twitching beneath them.

“Now switch,” Ron commanded. “Nico, grab the camera.”

The frame wobbled as Nico took over. Ron stepped into view—naked, thick, grinning.

“Miss me, baby?”

Lena’s on-screen voice: “Always.”

Ron crawled between her legs, cum still leaking from her pussy.