Chapter 8: Breaking Point-Total Surrender

By 2:30 AM, I was completely broken and loving every second of it.Jax had me on my knees again, face-f*****g me while Jimmy f****d me from behind. My makeup was ruined, tears and saliva running down my face, c*m drying on my t**s and thighs.“Beg for more c*m,” Jax demanded, slapping my face lightly with his heavy cock.“Please… c*m in my mouth,” I gasped. “I want to swallow your load while my husband f***s me.”Jax groaned and exploded first, flooding my mouth with thick ropes of hot c*m. I swallowed as much as I could, the rest dripping down my chin.Jimmy followed soon after, pumping his load deep into my p***y again.But Jax still wasn’t satisfied. He laid me on my back, lifted my legs high, and started f*****g me in a mating press position — deep, brutal strokes that hit my cervix with every thrust.“You’re going to take another creampie,” he growled. “And this time I want you to thank your husband for sharing you.”“Thank you, Jimmy,” I moaned loudly between thrusts. “Thank you for letting this biker ruin your wife’s holes.”Jimmy was stroking himself again, watching his wife get destroyed.Jax’s thrusts became erratic. “Gonna fill you up again, slut.”With a deep roar, he buried himself to the balls and unleashed another massive load inside me. So much c*m that it squirted out around his c**k with every thrust.He finally pulled out, leaving my p***y gaping and overflowing with cum.I lay there panting, a complete wreck covered in sweat, c*m, and marks from their hands. My p***y and ass were sore, red, and thoroughly used.Jax looked down at me with satisfaction. “Happy New Year, you filthy married w***e. Tell your husband you want this again soon.”I looked at Jimmy with hazy, satisfied eyes. “I do… I want him to f**k me again. Maybe next time bring his biker friends too.”Jimmy came one last time at my words, shooting across my stomach.The three of us collapsed on the bed me in the middle, sandwiched between my husband and the dangerous biker who had just claimed me so completely.As the early morning light started creeping in, I smiled to myself.This was the filthiest, most liberating New Year’s I had ever experienced. And I already couldn’t wait for the next time my husband shared me.