Heard Too Much

Clara wakes to the sound of the front door slamming. Her husband Tim is home with Jeremy. She pads down the hall, then freezes outside the kitchen when she hears the word "body." Their voices cut through her like glass. She listens, chest tight, until her knee cracks against the doorframe. Caught. Both men turn. Jeremy’s stare lands hard, years of bad blood between them still raw. Tim looks sick. Jeremy wipes his mouth. "She heard every word." They step closer. Clara tastes copper. Her mind kicks fast. If they think she’ll talk, she’s finished. So she drops her robe, steps between them naked and shaking, and says she’ll do anything, both of them, right now, to prove she’s in. Her hand wraps Tim’s belt; the other finds Jeremy’s wrist, nails digging. Tim’s breath catches. Jeremy’s jaw works. She drops to her knees, takes Tim in her mouth while her fist strokes Jeremy until he’s hard against her cheek, then switches. Saliva strings between her lips and their cocks. Jeremy fists her hair, driving deep until she gags; Tim spreads her thighs on the table, tongue flicking her clit before he slides in. Jeremy watches, jaw tight, then swaps places, slamming into her from behind while she chokes on Tim. Sweat, grunts, the slap of skin echo off the cabinets. Her cries mix with the low rumble of their threats turned moans. They come on her face and across her tits, marking her as theirs, bought and sealed.