I thought the counter f**k was the riskiest thing I’d ever done. I was wrong.
Thursday afternoon, when I should’ve known better. Daniel was in the study with the door closed, working on something he never talks to me about. I could hear him murmuring to himself through the wall. Jason told me Chloe had gone shopping, so I could stop by.
I was in their guest bedroom with Jason — the one with the window facing my house so I could easily know when Daniel was up to. I’d slipped over in a loose sundress with nothing underneath, telling myself it would be quick. Just a fast, desperate quickie while Daniel was occupied.
Jason had me bent over the edge of the guest bed, skirt flipped up, his thick c**k sliding deep inside me from behind. One of his hands was clamped over my mouth because I coul
