In Chapter 2, Sandi is left to face the consequences of her impulsive decision. As she returns to her quiet life with Mark, the weight of the night’s events begins to sink in, leaving her questioning everything she thought she knew about herself, her marriage, and what she truly wants. But the pull of what happened between Jake, Luke, and herself is impossible to ignore, and soon, she must confront whether she can live with the secret she’s keeping. Be sure to read Chapter 1 first to experience how this wild night of temptation began.
“Sandi,” he murmured, his voice thick with a mix of curiosity and something darker, “you’ve… you’ve been naughty, haven’t you?”
Her lips curved into a sly smile, her fingers threading through his hair. “Very naughty,” she admitted, her voice low and teasing. She leaned down, her face inches from his, her breath hot on his cheeks. “And I loved every second of it.”
Mark swallowed hard, his heart pounding even louder now. He should have felt anger, jealousy, betrayal. But instead, he felt… excited. No, more than that. Aroused. The realization sent a shiver down his spine. He hesitated for a moment, then lowered his head again, his tongue diving deeper this time, savoring the taste of her sin. He could almost imagine them—Jake and Luke—their essence still fresh within her. It was intoxicating.
“I love you,” he whispered against her, his voice trembling with emotion. “No matter what.” His hands gripped her thighs tighter, pulling her closer as he devoured her with a newfound hunger. He didn’t care anymore about what had happened at the bar. All that mattered was this moment, her moans echoing in the room, the way her body writhed beneath him.
Sandi’s laughter was soft but laced with cruelty. “You always say that, Mark,” she purred, her tone dripping with condescension. “But let’s be honest—your little dick could never satisfy me like they did.” Her words were sharp, cutting through him like a knife, yet they only fueled his desire.
His tongue worked faster, desperate to please her, to prove her wrong. He wanted to hear her scream, to feel her come undone because of him. But Sandi wasn’t finished. She leaned back, one hand resting on his head while the other traced lazy circles on her own stomach. “They were so much bigger than you,” she continued, her voice taunting. “So much harder. You should’ve seen the way they filled me up.” She let out a satisfied sigh, her hips grinding against his face. “And you? You’re just cleaning up their mess.”
Mark moaned against her, his body trembling with a mix of shame and arousal. He didn’t stop, couldn’t stop. Every word she spoke only made him crave her more, made him want to worship her even if it meant degrading himself in the process.
“This is going to happen again,” Sandi stated firmly, her tone leaving no room for argument. “A lot more often. And you’ll be here, just like this, waiting for me to come home. Won’t you?”
He nodded eagerly, his mouth not leaving her for a second. “Yes,” he gasped between strokes of his tongue. “Yes, I’ll always be here for you.”
She laughed again, a sound that was both cruel and exhilarating. “Good boy,” she cooed, her fingers tightening in his hair. “Now make me cum. Show me you’re still good for something.”
Mark obeyed without hesitation, his movements becoming frantic as he focused all his energy on pleasuring her. He could feel her getting closer, her thighs clamping around his head, her breathing quickening. And when she finally came, her cries filling the room, he felt a surge of pride—not because he had satisfied her, but because he had endured her humiliation and come out stronger for it.
As she collapsed onto the bed, her body still shaking with aftershocks, Mark crawled up beside her, his face glistening with her juices. He pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead, his voice soft but filled with conviction. “I love you, Sandi,” he whispered. “No matter what you do, no matter who you’re with—I’ll always love you.”
She turned her head to look at him, her eyes half-lidded and sated. “I know,” she replied, her voice devoid of mockery for the first time that night. “And that’s why you’re perfect for me.”
The words should have stung, but instead, they filled him with a strange sense of contentment. He knew his place in her life now, and though it wasn’t what he had envisioned when they first got married, it was enough. More than enough.
Sandi reached over, her fingers tracing the outline of his jaw. “Get dressed,” she said softly. “We’re going out tomorrow night. I think you’ll enjoy watching me with them.”
Mark’s breath hitched in his throat, his heart racing at the thought. He nodded slowly, his eyes never leaving hers. “Whatever you want, Sandi.”
That’s great, I can’t wait for the next chapter!!