But a husband? No, ordinary, unimaginative guys such as these would never have guessed at such a thing. He could read it in their surprised eyes. Swallowing, Brad merely continued, “Sure. She’s in here.” He nodded his head faintly in the direction of the bedroom. “Follow me,” he husked.
“O-okay,” replied the redheaded boy a little unsteadily.
Brad led the two across the apartment, right up to the bedroom door, behind which his wife lay pinned to the sheets by another man’s fat red dick...As they approached, he could hear it—the squeaking of mattress springs, the welcomed intruder’s ragged breathing, the soft murmurs of Alyssa’s sly voice urging him graciously onward. He sneaked a quick peek at the two men who followed him and saw all too clearly that to them, as with him, the intimate li
