Ryan f****d me that night with the thicker plug still seated in my ass.
He didn’t notice. He was too busy groaning about how tight and wet I was, how perfect I felt, how he couldn’t wait for the neighbors to get back so we could have our own bed again. I came with my face buried in his neck, cunt fluttering around his c**k while Grant’s morning load and the toy in my ass kept me stretched and marked. He added his own, plugged my cunt again afterward like it was his idea, and fell asleep proud of himself.
I waited. Then I sent the pictures Grant had demanded—both plugs visible, his c*m and Ryan’s mixed and leaking around the front one—and lay there listening to my husband breathe while the neighbor’s rules settled deeper under my skin.
The next three mornings blurred into the same filthy
