Chapter 2: Watching over Emily

Sam sat in the blue glow of his laptop, fingers hovering over the keyboard. The house next door was quiet—no laughter, no moans, no telltale creak of bedsprings. Just the hum of the AC and the occasional murmur of voices through thin walls.

He should have been relieved.

Instead, his stomach twisted.

Jake’s Mustang had peeled away hours ago, Emily inside. She hadn’t come home until after dark, moving like a ghost through the kitchen, barely touching the dinner left out for her. Now, in her bedroom, she sat on the edge of her bed, staring at her phone. No tears. No anger. Just ... nothing.

She just plugged her phone in, turned off the light, and curled under the covers.

No show tonight.

He exhaled, frustrated, and switched feeds.

The master bathroom was steamy, the camera blurry at the edges. Madison stood under the spray, water sluicing down her body—over her full, soap-slick breasts, her thumbs circling nipples that stiffened under her touchHer head fell back, water running down her throat, into the deep valley between her tits, over the smooth swell of her belly—

Then lower.

She traced her slit, then pressed two fingers deep inside herself, her mouth falling open in a silent gasp as she pumped them in and out. Her other hand found her breast again, pinching the nipple hard, twisting it until her back arched off the shower wall.

Then the water shut off. She stepped out, glistening, and grabbed a towel. Sam barely had time to process before she dropped it, letting it puddle on the floor. Naked, she walked toward the bedroom. He quickly switched feeds, tracking her through the house, heart hammering in time with her steps.

The bedroom was dim. Emily’s dad lay sprawled on the bed, already naked, his thick cock resting against his thigh, half-hard.

Madison didn’t walk—she poured into the room, all sinuous movement and knowing silence. The door barely made a sound as she closed it behind her. Then she was on the mattress, crawling up his body with the slow precision of someone that had done this a thousand times before. No hesitation. Her hands slid up his thighs, her breath warm against his skin as she neared his cock.

“Fuck, Maddie...”

She ignored him. Her lips parted, and she took the swollen head into her mouth, sucking hard. Saliva pooled instantly, dripping down his shaft as she hollowed her cheeks, drawing him deeper. Her throat muscles fluttered visibly as she took him to the root, her nose pressing into his pubic bone. The wet, gagging sounds filled Sam’s speakers—the obscene slurp as she pulled back, then the deep, guttural choke as she swallowed him whole again.

Sam stopped breathing.

Madison paused there, hovering, her full lips parting as she exhaled deliberately, the heat of her breath making his cock twitch and swell further against his thigh. She traced one fingernail along the underside, watching it thicken and rise, veins pulsing under the skin like rivers swelling in a storm. Her husband’s breath hitched, a low rumble building in his chest as she leaned in closer, her tongue darting out to lap at the bead of precum gathering at the tip—salty and thick, coating her taste buds as she savored it with a soft, appreciative hum.