Welcoming Her With Open Legs

Tommy and Cory want Leana alone. They sweet-talked her over, no Nick in sight. She walks in nervous, then catches the way they look at her—hungry, straight on, no games. Heat snaps in her belly. Cory slides close, Tommy blocks the door. Hands move fast. Cory's fingers push past cotton and Leana opens her legs like she's been waiting. Tommy's thick cock slides into her throat before she finishes gasping. They're on the couch, carpet, kitchen counter—everywhere they can reach. Leana's soaked, dripping on her mother-in-law's tongue when the front door clicks. Nick's home early. Cory bolts up, lipstick smeared. Tommy tucks in fast, pulse hammering. Leana yanks her dress down but her thighs shine with spit and slick. They tag-team it. Cory flings a stupid question about lunch; Tommy cracks a beer, steps into the hallway, anything to steer Nick away from the living room. Behind the couch Leana drops to her knees again, sucking her father-in-law while her husband chats five feet away. Every wet sound swallowed by movie noise from the TV. Cory ducks back in, takes Leana's place, gets her husband busy with some story about the car. Nick wanders into the kitchen. Tommy plants Leana on the counter facing the sink, cock driving deep. She bites a dish towel so her moans stay trapped. Cory keeps Nick talking—traffic, work, nonsense—voice a little breathless. When Nick moves toward the living room again, she pulls him for an off-taste kiss of his own, dragging it long enough for Tommy to yank his dick out and shove it back under the cabinet just in time. Leana scrambles up, hair wild, eyes bright. Nick sees only her flushed cheeks and thinks it's cute. Every time he turns his head, someone flips her skirt or pushes fingers back inside her. No one mentions the smell of sex heavy in the air. The risk gets thicker. Someone keeps watch, someone keeps fucking her, voices quiet and filthy under the dumb chatter. Nick never clocks a thing. They still don't know how long that luck can last.