Emma’s heart pounded so hard she could hear it in her ears. She clutched the throw blanket tighter around her c*m-smeared body, her destroyed asshole still gaping and leaking thick ropes of Jax and Marcus’s seed down her inner thighs. The heavy stainless steel butt plug sat on the floor nearby, glistening with lube and c*m, a damning piece of evidence she hadn’t had time to hide.
“Mark! You’re… early,” she stammered, forcing a bright smile as her husband stepped fully into the living room. The scent of s*x hung heavy in the air musky c*m, sweat, and her own arousal. She prayed he wouldn’t notice.
He held up a paper bag from her favorite Thai place, looking tired but happy. “Yeah, the meeting got canceled. Thought I’d surprise you. You’ve been acting weird lately, so…” His eyes narrowed
