CHAPTER 3: CUCKOLDING IN HIS OWN BED
JORDAN’S POV
The next time came sooner than I expected—two days of torturous edging in my apartment, fist blurred on my c**k to memories of her taste, her tightness, her screams.
Carol texted: "Richard is at a conference. Come over. Now. Bring that hung virgin c**k and nothing else."
I arrived at the estate in record time, stripping naked on the pool deck the second the door shut behind me—my c**k already half-hard and swinging heavy between my legs, balls full and aching from denial.
She was in the indoor pool, water lapping at her bare shoulders, body clad in a scrap of black bikini that left absolutely nothing to the imagination—triangles barely covering her fat n*****s, now pebbled hard against the wet fabric, bottoms a thong string disappearin
