Chapter 15: Unexpected Guests

Saturday, June 29, 11:09 a.m.

Debbie: I wake late, sunlight slicing through the blinds like knives. The house is a tomb, Holly left at dawn with Kelly’s family for the beach, her neon duffel slung over her shoulder, a wink thrown back like a dare. Use the day wisely.

I’m in my robe, coffee steaming in my hand, pacing the kitchen tiles. The granite’s cold under my bare feet. My phone sits there, taunting.

I haven’t stopped thinking about him since last Sunday night. The way he owned Holly, pounding her from behind, complete control. How when he saw me watching them he didn’t even flinch. Just kept dominating her. He saw me. He didn’t stop. He fucked her harder. I want that. I need that. Especially after last night.

I type: Hey, Holly said you could give me a ride to Freddie’s to pick up my car? Around noon if you’re free?

Send.

I bite my lip until blood blooms. Ten seconds. Twenty. My heart’s a trapped bird.

Shane: i’m just finishing up a lawn right now, but I should be able to be there around noon.

My knees buckle. I drop the robe, let it pool like shed skin. Pull on the faded blue sundress, no bra, no panties, just scuffed cowboy boots. In the hallway mirror: nipples dark, thighs trembling, eyes wild with guilt and hunger. I’m forty-two, divorced, and about to burn everything down. I don’t care.

11:15 a.m. – Shane I’m finishing a lawn when the text hits, mower still humming. Debbie’s name. Cock twitches instantly.

I remember last week, fucking Holly on the family room couch, Debbie watching from the hallway shadows, hand between her thighs. I saw her. I didn’t stop. I fucked Holly harder, eyes on Debbie’s. She came, silent, shaking. I came harder.

I reply fast, finishing the lawn even faster. The truck reeks of cut grass and gasoline. I drive windows down, July air whipping my chest, heart slamming like I’m sixteen and about to lose my soul.

I park in her driveway. Knock. The door opens, and I’m already drowning.

12:08 p.m. – Debbie I open the door. The sundress clings like a second skin, hem brushing mid-thigh. Boots click.

“Thanks for coming so quick,” I choke out, voice husky. “Holly’s at the beach. Nobody here to take me to pick up my car at Freddie’s.”

“Convenient.”

His eyes drop to my nipples, stabbing through cotton. I step forward, boots scuffing the mat.

I kiss him, soft, desperate, tasting mint, gasoline, and sin. He groans, hands bruising my waist, yanks me in. Tongues clash. My knees give. He catches me, backs me into the house, kicks the door shut. I’m shaking, alive, terrified.

I’ve crossed a line I can’t uncross. I don’t want to.

12:11 p.m. – Shane I shove her onto the family room couch, dress up, no panties. Her pussy glistens, swollen, begging.

“You’re dripping.”

“Fuck me, now.”

I drop to my knees, spread her thighs until she whimpers. She’s soaked, scent musky and sweet. I eat her slow, tongue flat, lapping from hole to clit, then flicking mercilessly. She grabs my hair, hips grinding into my face, boots digging into my shoulders.

“Yes, right there—”

I slide two fingers in, curl hard. She cums, back arching, screaming my name, juices flooding my mouth, tears streaking her cheeks. I don’t stop. Suck her clit till she cums again, thighs clamping my head, body convulsing.

I stand, cock throbbing. I line up, slam in, missionary, slow, then hard. She cums again, nails carving my back. I cum deep inside her, pulsing, filling her. She’s addicted already. So am I.

3:00 p.m. – Shane

We sneak to Holly’s room, pink sheets, posters of boy bands, the air thick with her coconut shampoo. This is fucked up. Hot as hell.

“She’ll never know.”

“What if she did?”

“Shut up and fuck me.”

I grab my phone from my shorts on the floor, prop it against Holly’s stuffed bear on the dresser, hit record. The lens catches everything, pink walls, her mom spread wide on her daughter’s bed, legs over my shoulders.