The morning was quiet, the weight of the night before still lingering between my muscles and my thoughts. Sarah stretched beside me, her bare skin warm against mine, completely at ease, completely unaware of the storm brewing inside me.
We were heading home today. Back to reality. Back to Claire.
I rubbed my hand over my face, pushing away the remnants of sleep, but it didn't dull the images that played in my mind. The video Claire had sent. The sounds she made, breathy and teasing.
The lines had blurred. More than that--they were disintegrating.
Sarah stirred beside me, her fingers sliding over my stomach as she hummed in contentment. "Mmm... last night was something else."
I swallowed, trying to push Claire's voice from my mind, trying to focus on my wife--the woman I had just spent the weekend making love to, recording, claiming.
"Yeah," I murmured, brushing a strand of hair from Sarah's face. "It was."
She smiled, half-lidded with satisfaction. "We should do that more often."
I nodded absently.
The drive home was quiet, the hum of the road beneath us the only sound besides Sarah softly singing along to the radio. She looked relaxed, satisfied.
My phone buzzed in the cupholder, the vibration low and insistent.
Sarah glanced over and smirked. "Your mistress texting you already?"
My fingers twitched on the wheel, but her teasing tone let me breathe again. I forced a chuckle. "Yeah, she's probably just checking if we brought her anything."
Sarah shook her head. "She's so spoiled."
If only she knew.
The rest of the drive was a blur of thoughts I shouldn't be having. My phone buzzed a few more times. But I ignored it, forcing myself to stay in control.
When we finally pulled into the driveway, I exhaled slowly, gripping the wheel like it might anchor me.
As soon as we stepped inside, Claire was already sprawled out on the couch, legs tucked beneath her as she flipped through a magazine. She barely glanced up as we walked in.
"Home sweet home," she mused, stretching lazily. "Did you two have fun?"
Sarah grinned, tossing her bag onto the counter. "More than fun." She winked at me, then flopped onto the couch beside Claire.
Claire raised an eyebrow. "Oh? Do tell."
I tensed.
Sarah leaned in, her voice low but teasing. "We filmed ourselves this time."
Claire blinked, then laughed. "Shut up. You didn't."
Sarah nodded, clearly pleased with herself. "It was so hot." She turned to me, eyes playful. "Right, babe?"
I cleared my throat, feeling Claire's gaze burning into me. "Yeah... it was something."
Claire smirked, biting her lip. "See? Watching can be fun."
I swore there was an edge to her tone, something just for me.
Sarah shook her head, laughing. "Mark was a beast. Honestly, I think you were onto something, Claire. He's been different lately."
I felt Claire's eyes on me again, lingering a little too long before she stretched, arching her back.
"Glad I could inspire," she teased.
I tried not to react, but my pulse was already kicking up.
Later that night, as Sarah slept beside me, my phone buzzed under my pillow.
Claire: Since you're into watching now...
A video.
My breath caught as I hesitated, fingers hovering over the screen.
Then I tapped.
Claire was kneeling, her hands resting in her lap, her head tilted slightly downward. The dim light made her look almost angelic, except for the way her lips parted, the slow rise and fall of her chest.
She wasn't alone.
A hand appeared in the frame, threading through her auburn hair, guiding her head up. She looked into the camera--into me--before slowly parting her lips.
The man off-screen tugged at her choker, tilting her head just so before pressing his thumb against her lower lip.
My stomach tightened.
Claire let her mouth fall open wider, waiting, breath slow and controlled.
My hand clenched around my phone as I watched.
Claire: Like what you see?
I shifted, careful not to wake Sarah, and slipped out of bed, phone in hand. Stepping quietly into the bathroom, I shut the door and leaned against the sink before unlocking my screen.
The message was still there. The video waiting.
Claire: Like what you see?
I swallowed hard, tapping the message.
The video played again, the soft glow of the light illuminating Claire's face, her expression submissive, waiting. The man's hand gripped her choker, adjusting her just slightly before guiding her forward. The way she moved, the slow, eager obedience--it sent a pulse of heat through me, tightening in my stomach.
Then she took him, lips parting smoothly as she let herself be claimed.
I clenched my jaw, gripping the phone tighter, my breath unsteady. The slow, deliberate rhythm, the way she let herself be controlled, the pleasure that flickered in her half-lidded gaze--she wanted me to see this.
And it was working.
I could barely stand still, my entire body thrumming with tension. I had filmed Sarah for Claire. She had sent this back. A trade. A challenge.
My fingers hovered over the phone before I typed back.
Me: You're going to get me in trouble.
The response came almost instantly.
Claire: Only if you're not careful.
I exhaled sharply, running a hand over my face.
Me: And if I don't want to be careful?
I hovered over Sarah, my phone steady in my hand, the record button already blinking red. The dim glow of the screen illuminated her soft features, her lips slightly parted in sleep.
I pressed myself against them, running my length along her mouth, letting her feel the heat of me before she stirred. Her breath hitched, and she opened her eyes slowly, still heavy with sleep.
A lazy smile curled her lips. "Mmm... already?"
"Yeah," I murmured, voice thick with need. "Wake up for me."
She parted her lips, taking me in without hesitation. The slick heat of her tongue sent a shudder through me, my grip tightening on the phone as I recorded every second.
I wanted Claire to see.
Sarah worked me with ease, her hands sliding up my thighs, encouraging me deeper. I let her take control for a moment, watching her, watching the way she pleased me with slow, deliberate strokes of her mouth. I traced a hand through her hair, pushing it back so the camera could catch the way her lips stretched around me. The muscles in her throat tightening and loosening as worked.
The thought of sending this to Claire only heightened the sensation.
Sarah moaned around me, the vibrations shooting up my spine. I gritted my teeth, fighting to stay in control, fighting not to imagine it was Claire instead--her mouth, her tongue, her eyes watching me a silent invitation for more.
Sarah's warmth enveloping me, her mouth working with a slow rhythm that made it impossible to hold the phone steady, capturing every flick of her tongue, every slick movement of her lips as she took me deeper.
I ran my fingers through her hair, gripping just enough to guide her, just enough to let her know I was in control. She hummed in approval, her hands gliding over my thighs, urging me forward, taking me exactly how she knew I liked.
The thought of Claire watching this later, seeing Sarah like this--seeing me like this--sent another surge of heat through my body. I adjusted the camera slightly, making sure it caught the way Sarah's mouth stretched around me, the way her eyes fluttered shut in pleasure as she worked.
I imagined Claire watching.
Imagined her lips curling.
Imagined her shifting in her seat, thighs pressing together as she took in every detail.
My grip tightened, the tension mounting as Sarah moaned softly, the sound vibrating through me.
I exhaled sharply, pulling back just before I lost myself completely.
A shudder ripped through me as the tension coiled deep in my core finally snapped. Heat surged, overtaking every sense as I released, my breath sharp, uneven. Sarah gasped, a mix of surprise and amusement flickering across her face as streaks landed across her skin, catching in her hair. She blinked, exhaling a soft laugh as she wiped at the mess with the back of her hand.
I should have only focused on her. Tooke in the sight of my wife, marked, claimed by my desire. But my mind was elsewhere, lost in the thought of Claire's skin, smooth and fair, the contrast how it would look streak and smeared by my pleasure. The way it would stand out against her, the way she might react.
Sarah reached for a towel, shaking her head with a playful scoff. "You could've warned me," she muttered, wiping away the evidence.
I murmured something back, a half-hearted apology.
Eager to know Claire watched it that she might image how I would taste on her lips, I hit send. The weight of it settled in my chest--anticipation, exhilaration, the quiet thrill.
Sarah stretched, lazily wiping the last traces of me from her skin before tossing the towel aside. She smirked, running a hand through her hair, shaking out the strands where my release had landed. "So," she murmured, voice still heavy from sleep, "is the camera gonna be a regular thing now?"
I exhaled, forcing a chuckle as I leaned back against the pillows, acting nonchalant. "You like it?"
She shrugged, turning to face me, propping herself up on one elbow. "I don't hate it," she admitted, trailing a finger absently over my stomach. "Kinda hot knowing we could watch it later... or someone else could."
My pulse quickened at her choice of words. Did she know? Had she suspected anything? Or was it just an innocent, teasing remark?
I reached for her, tucking a stray lock of hair behind her ear. "Guess we'll have to keep making more, then."
She grinned, leaning in to press a soft kiss against my lips before rolling over, stretching out with a satisfied sigh.
My phone buzzed.
I wasn't expecting a response--not this fast, not while Sarah was still curled up against me. I saw Claire's name flash across the screen.
I hesitated only a second before opening the message.
A single image.
Claire's lips, parted just enough, glistening. The soft curve of her tongue, the faint sheen of another man's release pooled there. A drop lingering at the corner of her mouth. The word beneath it, simple yet devastating.
Yum.
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