I don’t know how long we stay locked together, but when he pulls out, cum mixed with my wetness slides down my inner thigh. Istay where I am, slumped against the ledge, because I don’t trust my legs.
He fixes his pants. His phone buzzes again, and when he pulls it out and reads the screen, I watch his face go flat. He’s turning to make a call when a voice comes from across the roof.
“Tony. We need to talk.”
It’s Adrian.
I straighten up as my entire body buzzes in awareness. He’s standing near the rooftop access door, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed.How long has he been there?
Adrian’s eyes meet mine. His expression gives me nothing. Then he looks at Tony, and a conversation passes between them that I’m not part of.
“Downstairs,” Tony says. He pulls me off the ledge, steadies me with hands that don’t match the cold focus on his face. Then he walks towards Adrian without looking back.
Adrian holds the door open. “I’ll walk her down.”
Tony doesn’t argue. His footsteps disappear down the stairwell, rapid Italian already echoing off the concrete walls.
Adrian and I stand on the rooftop. Wind in my hair. Tony’s cum cooling between my legs. I straighten my dress, and my body hums with aftershocks of pleasure.
When I stumble towards Adrian, he meets me halfway and holds my arm as he helps me navigate the stairs.
The three men are gone from the hallway, and Adrian walks me to the elevator and presses the button.
While we wait, Adrian’s voice is careful and low. “Things are going to stop being handleable soon.”
Before I can ask what he’s talking about, the elevator dings and the doors slide open. I step inside and turn around, and Adrian puts his hand on the door to hold it.
“Don’t come back, Shannon.”
It’s not a threat. He sounds tired.
“I don’t know if I can do that.” I’m a woman standing in an elevator with another man’s cum running down her leg and her wedding ring in the car. “I don’t know who I am without this place.”
Adrian studies me. His hand is still on the elevator door, and for one second, his expression cracks.
“Then figure it out somewhere else.” He pulls his hand back. “While you still can.”
The elevator doors close on his face.
Chapter 5
The drive home is forty-two minutes of slow-motion fear. Tony’s cum is inside me. I don’t stop to clean up because I deserve the discomfort. At a red light, I open the center console and grab my ring. I slide it back on. It still fits like nothing happened.
Every other time I’ve made this drive, I was buzzing and picturing Robert’s face when I gave him every detail. I knew what Robert was going to do to me when I walked through that door.
Tonight I drive in silence, white-knuckling the wheel, my eyes burning.
I love fucking other men. I’m not going to lie to myself about that. But it only worked because Robert gave his enthusiastic consent. Because we were in it together.
Take that away, and I’m not a hotwife exploring anything. I’m just a woman who cheats and comes harder because of it.
I can’t be that person.
The lights are on at the house and Robert’s car is in the garage. My gut clenches. I was hoping he wouldn’t be home yet.
My legs shake as I walk into the house, and I stop in the kitchen doorway. Robert is at the table. Same table. Same chair. But now it’s whiskey, not coffee, and he looks at me and knows exactly where I’ve been.
“You went to the casino.”
