Hence the ring.
But this bra . . . maybe she’s trying to spice things up for the both of us.
Maybe she left this here, knowing I was coming home and would believe it’s a clue.
A smile stretches across my face as I stick the bra in the back pocket of my jeans and move toward the bedroom.
“Sarah, babe, you here?” I ask, heading closer to the shut bedroom door. “Found your bra.”
“Mmmmm.” I hear her moan, which makes me pause in my path to open the bedroom door.
Was that moan for me, or was that moan . . . something else?
Confused, I reach for our bedroom doorknob and twist it just as I hear her again. “Yes, right there.”
What the . . .
I part the door open, just enough to see Sarah spread naked on our bed with a woman’s head between her legs.What. The. Fuck?
My mouth drops to the floor, my heart sputters to a stop, and I can feel all the color draining from my face.
“That’s it, baby, keep up that pace,” a male voice speaks from the side of the room, nearly knocking me back on my ass.
I glance toward the window and find a naked man sitting in the chair I use to put my fucking shoes on, stroking his mediocre erection.
“What the actual fuck?” I say, unable to stop myself.
Sarah’s head pops up, and her eyes connect with mine. Fear crosses her pupils right before pure ecstasy. The woman doesn’t stop eating Sarah’s pussy, the man doesn’t stop stroking his dick, and it’s as if everything is playing out in slow motion like some sort of fucked-up porn video.
Sarah’s eyes remain on mine as she bites her bottom lip and her cheeks flush, a look I haven’t seen from her in I don’t know how long. And for the life of me, I can’t look away as her chest lifts, nipples puckered, skin slick, and her mouth falls open as a low, feral moan slips past her lips. A sound so erotic that I honestly wasn’t sure she could make it.
Her head falls back to the bed, her fingers grip the sheets tightly, and then, to my absolute horror, I watch her come, getting off from another woman while a man in the corner does the same, he groans even louder.
At a complete standstill, unsure of what to fucking do, I stay rooted in place, waiting for this nightmare to end.
“Oh God,” Sarah says as she fondles her breasts, plucking her nipples. “So good,” she mumbles before she finally catches her breath.
So good? Is she fucking kidding me right now?
The naked woman between her legs pulls away and turns toward me. Her fake breasts areway toolarge for her body.That’s what you notice, Silas?She stands up and then starts fingering herself. With a coy look, she asks, “Do you want to be next?”
“The fuck?” I ask. “No!” I look past the busty redhead and over at Sarah. “What the fuck is going on?”
Hand draped over her face, she closes her legs and then rolls up to a seated position. She’s flush, satisfied, and it makes me so fucking mad. My vision starts to tunnel. She’s my girl, and someone else made her look fucking satisfied. That doesn’t settle well with me. Nor does her hair looking a mess. Or the wild expression in her eyes. Gratification rings clear in her voice as she says, “I needed a good fuck, Silas.”
She needed a good fuck?
That’s her excuse?
“Then why the hell did you not ask me? Your boyfriend?”
I stare Sarah down, looking for an answer, but she doesn’t give me one. The redhead walks up to me seductively and rests her hand on my chest. “You seem tense. Let me fix that for you.”
Keeping still, I speak through my clenched jaw. “I suggest you get the fuck away from me right now.”
“Do not talk to my woman like that,” the man says while standing and stuffing his now flaccid dick in his pants.
“Test me, dude. Seriously, see how far it gets you. I’ve bashed more skulls in my lifetime to even count. You do not want to fuck with me.”
