Chapter 7: Frozen

The door was still open. Ethan stood in the doorway. He did not move. He did not speak. He just stared. I was bent over the side of the bed, hands flat on the mattress, ass pushed out. The delivery man’s thick c**k was still buried deep inside me. He had not stopped. He didn't notice my husband at the entrance yet. He kept thrusting hard and fast, exactly the way I had told him to. Each stroke filled me completely. The stretch was perfect. The force was perfect. My p***y gripped him tight and wet. My t**s swayed under me. Sweat ran down my back. I was so close to coming that my legs were already shaking. I looked straight at my husband. For a few long seconds I did not stop either. The delivery man was giving me what Ethan never could. Real size. Real stamina. Real force. The kind of f*****g that reached the empty place inside me and filled it. I have wanted this kind feeling ever since I stopped being a pornstar. I thought my husband here was going to be feeling that urge deep within. I kept staring at Ethan while the stranger slammed into me from behind. My mouth stayed open. Soft moans still left my throat. I did not pull away. I did not tell the man to stop. Part of me wanted Ethan to see exactly how much I needed this. Part of me was too lost in the feeling to care that he was watching. The delivery man still had not noticed him. He was focused on my body. His hands stayed tight on my hips. He kept driving in deep and fast, breathing hard, lost in his own rhythm. He thought my sudden silence was just me getting closer. He had no idea my husband was standing ten feet away watching every stroke. Ethan did not shout. He did not rush forward. He simply stood there and watched. His eyes moved from my face to the place where the stranger’s c**k disappeared inside me and came back out shiny and wet. He watched the way my p***y clenched around it on every thrust. He watched the wetness that dripped down my thighs. He watched the last few involuntary pulses of my walls as my body kept reacting even while my mind started to catch up. I could feel the anger in his eyes. Then the delivery man finally felt the change in the room. He slowed. He looked up. His eyes landed on Ethan. His whole body froze mid-thrust. His c**k was still deep inside me. For one second nobody moved. The only sound was our heavy breathing and the soft wet noise of him still buried in my p***y. He pulled out fast. The sudden empty feeling made me gasp. My hole stayed open for a moment, wet and used. He scrambled backward, almost falling, and grabbed for his pants and boxers on the floor. His hands shook. He tried to pull them up while still staring at Ethan like a man who had just realized he might die. Silence stretched across the room. I stayed bent over the bed for another second, then slowly pushed myself up. My legs felt weak. My thighs were slick. I could still taste the delivery man on my tongue from the blowjob earlier. My p***y throbbed with the leftover stretch. I turned to face Ethan. I was completely naked. My n*****s were still hard. Wetness ran down the inside of my legs. Ethan looked at me. His face was calm in a way that scared me more than anger would have. His voice, when it finally came, was low and controlled. “How long has this been going on?” I opened my mouth. No words came out at first. My throat felt tight. I was still shaking. Still wet. Still full of the feeling the stranger had left behind. “I… it wasn’t…” I started, then stopped. My voice sounded small. “Ethan, I—” He did not move closer yet. He just waited. The delivery man was still half-dressed, one leg in his pants, the other free, holding his shirt in a ball against his chest. He looked between us like he wanted the floor to open and swallow him. I tried again. “It only happened today. I was alone. You never last Ethan and you know that. You never fill me the way I need. I cry every night after you finish and go to sleep. I buy toys. I use them until my hand hurts. It’s never enough. Today I broke…I… I’m sorry….I’m so sorry.” The words spilled out messy and incomplete. My eyes burned. Tears started but I wiped them away fast. I did not want to look weak. Not while I was still standing naked and dripping in front of both of them. Ethan kept staring at me. His eyes moved down my body one more time, slow and deliberate, like he was memorizing the evidence. The wet thighs. The open look of my p***y. The marks the delivery man’s hands had left on my hips. The delivery man finally got his pants up and zipped. He still held his shirt. He took one step toward the door, then stopped when Ethan’s gaze flicked to him for a second. He froze again. I wrapped my arms around myself, but it did nothing to cover what had already been seen. My voice came out quieter. The silence stretched longer than it should have. I could hear the delivery man’s uneven breathing as he still struggled to get his pants up. I could hear my own heart. I could still feel the ghost of that thick c**k inside me, the way it had stretched me open and f****d me the way my body had been starving for. Then Ethan’s eyes hardened. The calm left them. Something colder took its place. He took one deliberate step inside the room.