Chapter 12: The Tangle of Truths

Sarah’s hand trembled in Matt’s as he pulled her to her feet. Her legs barely held. The bedroom air was thick with sex—sweat, cum, the sharp musk of bodies that had been at each other for hours. Matt’s chest glistened, his cock still hard and slick, bobbing with each step as he guided her backward toward the bed.

“I’m going to fuck your wife now,” Matt said.

Jeff, still sprawled on the mattress with his legs open and his spent cock glistening against his thigh, let out a breath that sounded almost like Wow.

Sarah lay back on the sheets, her hair fanned across the pillow. She was shaking. Not with cold—the room was warm, close, lit by the amber lamps—but with something deeper. When Matt knelt between her legs, she flinched. Then she looked past him, found Jeff’s face, and saw something in it that stilled her. Not anger. Not betrayal. Relief.

Matt pushed the head of his cock against her. Sarah was tight, so tight he had to work himself in with shallow, patient thrusts, each one met with a small, animal whimper from deep in her throat.

“God,” Matt breathed. “She’s tighter than Brittney.”

Jeff said nothing. Sarah’s face crumpled, and her thighs fell open. Matt pushed deeper, slow and steady, until he was all the way in. Sarah’s back arched off the sheets. Her mouth opened, but nothing came out. She was stretched full, her pussy clenching around him in hot, desperate pulses.

“She looks hot with your cock inside her,” Jeff said. His voice was raw, spent, but there was something almost tender in it.

Sarah turned her head toward the sound of his voice, and that was when Brittney shouted, “Fuck me, Daddy! I need your cock!” She scrambled across the bed and straddled Jeff’s lap, her small body glistening, her hairless pussy taking him in one hard, wet slide. Jeff grunted, hands flying to her hips, and she began to grind, her fingers splayed on his chest.