Window to Temptation. Ch. 10

Cory paused at the top of the stairs as the last step creaked beneath her. She glanced over her shoulder. Dafni was still standing at the bottom, watching her with a grin. It wasn't too late to back out, to rush home and call Hunter.

Hunter. Just thinking about him made her stomach somersault. How could he possibly be okay with this? She thought about what he'd said earlier. He wasn't just okay with it. He wanted details. He'd told her that after sitting across from another man at dinner, a man Cory had nearly slept with, as if the whole thing didn't bother him at all. She released a slow breath. Hunter wasn't going to be the excuse she used to get out of this.

A thin line of light glowed beneath the door at the end of the hall. Cory stopped in front of it, her hand hovering near the knob. Her pulse was everywhere. Her throat, her wrists, between her legs. Especially between her legs.

She pushed the door open.

The room was smaller than she expected. She scanned her surroundings, the only light coming from a small lamp on the far nightstand. Books crowded nearly every surface, some stacked on the dresser, others piled on the floor beside the wall. Most looked old and worn, with cracked spines and pages marked by thin strips of cloth. The bed itself was large, almost too large for the room, with a thick wooden headboard pressed against the wall. The window directly across from her own bedroom stood open, letting in the cool night air and the faint hum of crickets.

Luther was sitting on the edge of the bed, his back to her. His shirt hung loosely from his shoulders, the bed dipping under his weight. At first Cory wasn't even sure he'd heard her come in, then he spoke without turning around.

"I was wonderin' when you'd show."

Her stomach dropped. Had it been that obvious? Was she giving off some type of vibe? "What do you mean?"

He turned slowly. His shirt was unbuttoned, hanging open across his chest. Cory's eyes dropped to the thick hair curling over his pecs, then lower to the soft bulk of his stomach before she forced them back to his face. The tattoo behind his ear was visible when he angled toward her, the cross with the circle and hook she'd first noticed months ago. His wire-rimmed glasses sat on the nightstand beside a steaming cup. She'd always thought the glasses made him look scholarly. Without them, sitting half-dressed on the edge of his bed with that tattoo exposed, he looked a hell of a lot creepier. What was she doing here? What was she trying to prove?

"I mean, you been pretendin' to be somethin' you're not since the day I met you." His voice stayed low, that slow cadence making her stand there and listen. "That smile you put on. The mask you put on for your job. Actin' like you don't get a rush every time you look through that window." His pale blue eyes stayed on hers.

"That's not true." The answer came too fast. Cory folded her arms across her chest, suddenly aware of how hard her nipples had gotten beneath her shirt. The way he seemed able to read her was what unnerved her most. She was pretty sure it was also why her body always reacted the way it did around him.

She tucked her hair behind her ear. "You don't know the first thing about me."

Luther didn't argue. He just smiled and let his eyes travel over her before shifting toward the foot of the bed. The mattress groaned beneath his weight.

"You're shakin' like a leaf." He nodded toward the nightstand. "Fresh tea. Have some. It will help you relax."

Cory hesitated. Steam curled from the cup as she picked it up and examined the contents. The ceramic was warm against her palms, the liquid mostly clear except for specks of what looked like dried leaves floating near the bottom.

"Just an old family recipe," Luther said. "Ain't nothin' to be nervous of. It's sweeter than it looks."

Her eyes lifted to his. There it was again. Like he'd known exactly what she was thinking without her having to say a word. Cory looked back at the cup and brought it to her lips.

He was right. It was sweet, with an earthy taste underneath that she recognized immediately. It tasted like the house smelled. Like Dafni's kitchen, or the dishes of food they always brought to parties. Something familiar enough that she took another sip without thinking much about it.

The warmth moved down her throat and settled in her chest. Cory curled both hands around the cup. By the time she swallowed again, the trembling in her fingers had already started to ease.

Luther gestured to the space beside him on the bed. Cory set the cup back on the nightstand and sat, leaving nearly a foot between them. An open book lay beside the cup, its pages covered in handwritten annotations. The symbols looked vaguely familiar, but she couldn't place them.

"You know what I've learned in twenty years of teachin' philosophy?" He pulled her attention back to him. "We use the word sin as a leash. If somethin' doesn't conform to a particular group's way of thinkin', they slap the word sin on it and move on. It's a powerful word."

She nearly laughed as she eyeballed the Ten Commandments on his wall. "That's a pretty bold claim given the decoration in here."

"See, that's where so many people get it wrong." His hand covered her knee. A warmth shot through her, but she ignored it, deciding instead to hold his gaze. "Just because we study somethin' and want to understand it, doesn't mean we have to agree with it word for word."

Cory reached for the cup and took another sip. The bitterness had faded. Now it mostly tasted warm. Her shoulders loosened, and sometime between one breath and the next, her knees drifted farther apart.

"Haven't you ever been curious about something before and wanted to experience it without all of the judgment?"

He'd moved closer. She hadn't noticed when. The foot of distance had evaporated. Cinnamon clung to his breath, close enough now that she could smell it every time he spoke. Her thighs tightened at the contact.

"You know the strangest part about sin?" He leaned closer, his free hand brushing her hair away from her neck. Goosebumps raced across her skin. "Once you experience it, you feel freer than ever before."

His lips brushed her neck and she sighed, her eyes fluttering shut. The pulse between her legs grew harder, more insistent, and for one humiliating second she wanted to take his hand and drag it higher herself.

"Let me free you, Cory."

She couldn't remember who kissed whom first. One second his lips were at her neck, the next Luther's tongue was sliding into her mouth. The tenderness of the kiss surprised her. She'd watched him practically manhandle Morgan. She'd expected something rougher, something that would force her to keep up. Did he think she couldn't handle it?

Her fingers tightened in the open front of his shirt and pulled him closer. His body was hot beneath her hands, his breathing still slow and steady while hers was already climbing. The difference irritated her more than it should have. Cory pushed deeper into the kiss, catching his lower lip between hers before forcing her tongue back against his. If he thought she needed gentle, she was going to prove him wrong.

He pulled back just enough to look at her, his pale eyes boring into hers. He reached for the hem of her shirt, but Cory pushed his hand away. Her breathing grew more ragged as she held his gaze, grabbed the bottom of her shirt, and pulled it over her head herself.

The cool air hit her bare skin, her nipples already hard as her arms crossed over her chest on instinct. She wasn't wearing a bra. She'd changed into her pajamas before she spoke to Hunter, before any of this had even been a possibility. Now all that kept her from being completely naked in front of Luther was a loose pair of gym shorts.

"There's no need to hide yourself, darlin'." He put his hand on her wrist, slowly pulling her arms down. "Every inch of you is absolutely perfect the way it is."

She swallowed. It had to be a line. Dafni was downstairs waiting for him. Cory had seen supermodels who didn't look as good as her. Hell, even Morgan, his side piece, had the kind of body Cory would have killed for. But Luther wasn't glancing at her or pretending not to stare. His eyes moved openly over her breasts, lingering there as his tongue passed across his lips. She'd always been self-conscious about her chest, but seeing Luther like that made a thousand butterflies flutter in her stomach.

"Such a beautiful piece." He reached out and Cory sucked in air as his finger traced the trunk of the tree-of-life tattoo from her sternum upward, between her breasts, to where the branches spread across her collarbone. "I been wantin' to see this up close since the first time I saw you through that window."

Her face burned. She still remembered that day. She'd screamed for Hunter, demanding he put up blinds because of their creepy neighbor, yet now... She leaned into his touch as his thumb slid across her nipple.

"This is the real you, Cory." His hand flattened against the tattoo, his palm covering the trunk, the roots. Her heart pounded against his hand. "Not that girl researching chakra readings. Not even the one who thinks she can be contained by a single man."

She opened her mouth to challenge him at the same time that his fingers closed over her nipple. Instead of arguing, a moan escaped her lips. He watched her face, smiling as her back arched toward his hand. Then his mouth lowered to her other nipple, and whatever she'd been about to say disappeared completely.

"Ohhh fuck," she gasped. Her hand cupped the back of his head as his teeth grazed her sensitive skin. Hunter was the only other man who'd ever paid much attention to her chest, which meant he was the only person who knew just how sensitive her nipples were. Cory rocked into the touch, her body responding harder as Luther's tongue continued its slow teasing. He kissed between her breasts, following the trunk of the tree of life down toward the roots beneath her sternum, his beard rough against her skin.

"Perfect," he murmured against her. "Every piece of you."

Her nails dragged across his broad back, catching in the sparse hair there as his hand moved lower over her stomach. Cory could barely sit still. This was nothing like she'd expected. With Lawrence, everything happened so fast. Luther seemed to be savoring the moment. It was like he knew she wasn't going to leave.

She lifted her hips as Luther found the waistband to her shorts. Her hand went to his pants, but he gently pushed it away.

"In time, sweetheart." His fingers slid between her thighs, making her eyes roll to the back of her head. "First, I'm going to take care of you."

"Ahhh." She fell backward onto the bed as he slid two fingers across her wet folds. Her mouth hung open as they pressed against her opening. Her toes curled.

"Something this beautiful shouldn't be hoarded by one man." His digits sank into her. She cried out, louder than before.

She grabbed his wrist, pulling him deeper. His fingers were thicker than Hunter's, thicker than Lawrence's, and her walls stretched around them as he curled upward. She tried to push the comparison away the second it entered her mind, but the sensation was overwhelming. Her hips lifted as she coated Luther's entire hand in desire.

"Nnngghh." She rolled against his hand. He kept his pace slow, his thumb circling her clit. She could feel the calluses on his fingers, the roughness of them, and the texture made every stroke sharper. Cory usually knew when she was getting close. There was a buildup, a warning. This time she barely had one. Her eyes squeezed shut as the first wave hit her.

Her body locked around his fingers, so tightly he was unable to keep the pace he'd set. Her mouth opened in a silent scream, her upper body twisting on the bed before the sound broke loose.

"Ohhh fuuuck. Fuck... Oh God."

Her fingers dug into the sheets. Every muscle in her stomach tightened as another spasm rolled through her, forcing her thighs wider around his wrist. She tried to catch her breath and couldn't. Luther's thumb kept moving, dragging the orgasm out until her legs began to shake.

He pulled his fingers free and brought them to his mouth. Cory watched with her head pressed into the mattress, her legs still twitching as he tasted her. Her pussy clenched around nothing.

"Perfection," he whispered, climbing off the bed.

Cory expected him to reach for his pants. She was ready. More than ready. Her legs parted farther, making room for his bulk, but instead of undressing, Luther lowered himself between them.

"Luther, what are you..." She shuddered as the stubble of his face touched her thigh. "I'm too sensitive just--"

"Ahhh, Jesus." Her legs kicked out straight, her hips arching off the bed as Luther's tongue made contact with her clit.

His tongue pressed flat against it and dragged upward, causing her to buck wildly. She grabbed a fistful of sheet with one hand and the back of his head with the other. At first every movement made her flinch, her thighs jerking around his shoulders, but somewhere in the next few seconds her grip changed. She stopped trying to pull him away and started holding him there, her hips lifting to meet him each time he moved.

His mouth alternated between her clit and her folds, sucking, licking, his fingers slowly working their way back into her. The wet sound of her flesh meeting his face filled her ears, quieted only by the sound of her moans as another orgasm inched near. Every attempt to regain control lasted only a second before another shudder ran through her.

"Luther... Ohhh fuck."

His name came out like a moan, the edge of her vision beginning to soften as she crept dangerously close to the edge. She looked down. His pale blue eyes were staring up at her from between her thighs, watching her face, and the image of it, this heavy, gray-haired man with his mouth buried in her pussy, was so far from anything she'd imagined for herself that her body started to spasm. His tongue dipped back inside her, the soft wet texture of it nothing like his fingers, and she bucked against his face. Then his fingers were back, stretching her further as he sucked her clit into his mouth. She lost it.

"FUCK! Oh my... fuuuuuck." Her thighs clamped around his head and her back arched so hard her shoulder blades lifted off the mattress. She came in pulses, her walls squeezing his fingers, her hand pulling his hair, ensuring he lapped up every last drop.

When Luther rose, his face glistened. Cory stayed sprawled across the bed, chest heaving, one hand still twisted in the sheet.

"Holy fuck," she whispered.

He smiled down at her and lowered his pants.

His shirt came off next, but Cory barely noticed. She was propped on her elbows, staring at the heavy cock swaying between his legs. Her teeth caught her lower lip. She'd seen him naked through the window before, but that had been from across two yards and behind glass. Up close was something else entirely.

Her stomach tightened as she stared. Was this what Morgan had felt the first time? That strange mix of nerves and awe? He wasn't as long as Hunter, but he was thick. Obscenely so. Prominent veins ran along both sides of the shaft, the head already wet as he stepped toward her. Morgan had said she could barely walk afterward. Cory pressed her thighs together, trying to imagine taking him while her body still pulsed from the last orgasm.

"Luther... I don't know if I can..."

He climbed onto the bed and settled between her thighs. The heat of his cock pressed against her leg. Just the warmth of it was enough to make her pussy clench.

"We don't have to rush anythin'."

She nodded as the bed dipped under her. His bulk settled over her, his forearms straining to hold him as his stomach pressed against hers. He was at her entrance, nudging, and her hips tilted toward him even as her palms pressed flat against his chest.

"Ahhhh." Her eyes snapped closed as she felt it slide between her folds and across her clit. "Jesus, Luther. It's so Ooooooo."

The sound ripped through her as he started to stretch her, spreading her open as pressure built between them. Cory's nails bit into his shoulders. Her body tightened against the intrusion, then slowly began to give as he rocked against her.

Her walls gripped around him. She felt every ridge of him, a fullness she'd never known.

"You feel amazing." His lips found her neck as he sat back onto his legs.

She'd watched him with Morgan through this window. The hand on her throat. The pace that made Morgan scream. He wasn't fucking her like that. He was being careful with her, and the realization made her jaw tighten. Her body lifted to meet his, taking another couple of inches.

"Nnngh." Her heels slid around his hips, pulling him forward. She was panting, jaw slack. The stretch radiated outward until she could feel it in her stomach. She sucked in air and felt her walls soften around him. He pushed the rest of the way in and his hips met hers. She could feel him everywhere.

"Fuuuuck," she whispered, when he finally bottomed out. Her hands closed around his arms as she pulled herself tight against him. For the first time all night, Luther's composure slipped. His jaw went slack, his breathing changing as Cory squeezed around him. The competitor in her flared. She didn't just want to be tighter than Morgan, she wanted to be better.

"Fuck me, Luther," she sighed, rocking her hips to show her eagerness.

He began to move. Slow at first, then harder, longer strokes when she proved she could take it. Cory gripped his arms as the pace changed, each movement pulling another hungry sound from her. The room filled with her breathing, the creak of the mattress, the increasingly desperate noises she couldn't seem to keep inside.

"Luther... fuck, that's so... fuck, so good."

He shifted her legs higher, changing the angle, and Cory's sentence dissolved into another cry. Cory's knees were nearly against her chest now, her body folded beneath him as Luther leaned his weight forward. She barely had room to move, and she struggled to breathe but somehow her hips still found him, meeting each motion with a frantic little lift. Her hands had migrated from his arms to his back, nails digging in as she tried to hold on to something solid.

"Ahhhhhh! Oh fuck, oh god, right there, right there!"

The position made everything feel sharper, deeper, leaving her with nowhere to retreat when the intensity climbed. She buried her face against his shoulder, breathing hard against his skin, then turned her head, thrashing from side to side as it began to build inside her.

Her eyes opened and she realized she could see out the window. Through the gap, across the dark strip of lawn, her own bedroom. The blinds Hunter installed. The bed where she'd stood with her husband watching Luther and Dafni, two bodies tangled together on this same mattress. She was on the other side now. In the bed she'd seen Morgan bent over. If Hunter was standing in their bedroom right now he would see her nearly bent in half, her face twisted, her mouth open and...

Luther drove into her so hard the headboard cracked against the wall. Her thought vaporized. She arched off the bed and screamed, her pussy clenching around him as white sparks scattered across her vision.

"FUCK! Oh my God!"

"You're close again." Luther's breathing had gone ragged, sweat dripping from his face onto her chest. "I know what you feel like right before you cum now."

His pace changed and another cry tore from her. He was right. She was already there again, hovering on the edge. Three times. Jesus Christ. Had she ever come three times in one night? She couldn't remember doing it with Hunter.

"Ohhh God, don't stop."

Hunter would want details. But how much was too much? Would he be hurt if she told him she came three times? This last one was sure to be the biggest. She wouldn't hide it from him, that wouldn't be fair. He was probably already in his room waiting for her call. Maybe even stroking himself thinking about this exact moment. She clutched Luther, drawing him deeper.

His pace quickened. She grabbed the sheets, her knuckles white, her hips rising to meet every thrust. His hand found her breast and squeezed, his rough thumb dragging across her nipple. She was moaning on every stroke, loud enough that she knew Dafni could hear her downstairs. She didn't care. She couldn't care about anything except the feeling of Luther's cock stretching her open and the wet slap of his body against hers.

"That's it." His drawl was gravel. "Let me hear you."

"Don't stop. Please don't fucking stop. Ohhhhh God you're so deep I can feel you in my fucking stomach."

Luther grunted and she felt his cock swell. That was her breaking point. Her walls clamped around him and her body seized, her thighs shaking against his hips, her fingers white around the headboard. Her fingertips found a groove in the wood. It felt like someone had carved something deliberately into it. Before she could think more about it, her entire body pulsed around his cock as her vision went white.

"FUUUCK! Oh God, oh fuck, oh fucking-- UNNNGHHH!"

Luther came with a roar. As Cory writhed under him, he thrust a final time, burying himself to the hilt. She felt his cock throb, felt the first hot pulse of cum spill inside her, then another, and another. She wasn't sure how long it went on after that, as she went limp and collapsed onto the bed under him.

He rolled off of her, slowly. His cock slipped from between her thighs, leaving her empty as their combined juices smeared across her thigh. He lay next to her. His hand moved to her sternum, his thumb tracing the trunk of the tree of life. Her chest was heaving, her skin slick with sweat, his cum pooling warm between her legs.

"Most people ain't this honest about who they are, Cory," he whispered. "They go through life only half experiencin' it."

Cory's hand dropped to the mattress. Everything was suddenly much too quiet. She could hear Dafni moving downstairs, something clinking in the kitchen.

"These new experiences will unlock a whole new life for you."

She needed to get dressed. She needed to call Hunter.

Cory wasn't sure how long she lay there, trying to catch her breath before she got up and got dressed, but by the time she did, Luther was snoring lightly beside her. She dressed quickly, her legs trembling as she slipped out the door.

By the third stair, Cory had to hold onto the railing, terrified her legs were going to give out. Her inner thighs burned and her knees felt loose. She gripped the banister with each step, aware of every sore inch between her hips.

Dafni was at the bottom with a glass of water. She held it out without a word and Cory took it and drank. The cold was almost painful against her raw throat.

"Thank you," she said hoarsely as she handed back the glass.

"Come. Sit. We talk." Dafni guided her toward the couch with a hand on the small of her back. Cory sank into it and her body thanked her immediately, the cushions soft beneath her, her knees falling apart the second she stopped holding them together. She pulled them back and took a deep breath.

"First time with Luther, I sleep twelve hours after." Dafni sat beside her, close but not touching. "My legs, I cannot feel them for whole day." She smiled at the memory like she was recounting a favorite recipe. "Your body will need rest. Tomorrow you feel different."

Cory nodded. The fog from upstairs was thinning, and with it came something she hadn't expected.

She could hear herself. The sounds she'd made playing back in her head on a loop she couldn't stop. Luther's name torn from her throat, the moaning that climbed louder with each orgasm, the headboard cracking against the wall hard enough that she'd felt the vibration in her hands. Dafni had been right here the entire time. Sitting on this couch while her husband made another woman scream.

"Dafni, I'm..." She tucked her hair behind her ear. "I know you heard all of that."

Dafni tilted her head.

"I was loud. Like, really loud. And you were just down here the whole time and I just... I don't know. It's embarrassing."

"Why?" Dafni sounded genuinely confused. "This is beautiful thing. You enjoyed yourself, no?" Dafni waved her hand. "I love to hear it. Means Luther does his job."

The phrasing sat oddly for a second, but Dafni was already moving on, pulling her legs beneath her on the couch and angling toward Cory with a warmth that felt like a sleepover, like two friends on a couch after a long night.

"You are enthusiastic lover, that is good." Dafni studied her face, and smiled warmly. "More giving lover than Morgan." She nodded to herself. "Luther, he notices these things. He'll want you again."

Want you again. The words registered, but Cory struggled with the meaning. Instead, she was stuck on the rest of it. Was she really better than Morgan? That wasn't exactly what Dafni said, but it was what she meant, wasn't it? She thought of Morgan bent over the footboard, Luther behind her, the way he shook the entire bedframe. She'd heard Morgan that night. Was Cory that loud? Louder?

"I don't think Morgan would appreciate the comparison," Cory said.

"Morgan does not need to know." Dafni smiled. "This is between us."

Cory looked down at her hands. Her fingers were still trembling. She pressed them flat against her thighs. She thought she'd feel different after what just happened. With Lawrence, there was an immediate sense of regret. She'd rushed back to the hotel and cried. Now she was sitting next to the woman whose husband she just fucked being told how good she was. It was oddly comforting.

Dafni stood and walked across the room to the kitchen. Cory heard a drawer open then close. When she came back she was holding a small cloth pouch, old fabric, something that looked hand-stitched. She sat beside Cory and loosened the drawstring.

Inside was an amber pendant. It was dark and unpolished, strung on a thin leather cord. It looked ancient.

"Amber is for protection," Dafni said. She was already reaching behind Cory's neck. "Your clients, they will love this. Very natural, very earthy. Like you."

Cory held still as Dafni fastened the clasp. The pendant came to rest against her sternum, just above the trunk of the tree of life. The amber was warm against her skin.

"Now you are really community." Dafni pressed the stone flat with her thumb.

Cory lifted the pendant with her fingers. She thought about the gold hoops Morgan wore now, the earrings Dafni had given her. Morgan never took them off anymore. Was this Dafni's way of accepting her? Was she no longer going to feel like a third wheel?

"It's beautiful," Cory said.

Dafni settled back. "Hunter comes back tomorrow afternoon, no? Three o'clock?"

Cory looked at her and blinked. She couldn't remember telling Dafni about Hunter's flight. It was possible she brought it up when they were at the restaurant, but she wasn't sure. They'd talked about Hunter being in Cleveland, she remembered that. Morgan had made some joke about Cory having the house to herself. Maybe the time came up then. She was so tired. Her eyelids felt heavy and her thoughts kept sliding sideways.

"You rest tonight," Dafni said. "Sleep. Your body needs it."

Cory nodded and stood. Her legs ached. Three orgasms, and her body felt wrung out, tender in places she wasn't used to feeling anything. She said goodnight at the door and Dafni kissed her on the cheek.

The walk across the lawn took longer than it should have. Cory stopped halfway, her legs still burning from everything that had happened over the last hour and a half. She pulled out her phone and stared at the time. Had she really been over there that long? She had a text from Hunter forty-five minutes ago asking if everything was alright. She'd call him when she got back to the house.

Cory made it to the porch before the urge to look back hit her. She almost did. Instead, she unlocked the door and tugged her shorts away from her skin. She could still feel his cum between her thighs, cooling now as she stood beneath her own porch light. She needed to get these clothes off, take a shower, but first she needed to call her husband.

Her bedroom was dark. She kicked off her sandals and crawled onto the mattress without turning on a light, pulling a pillow under her head. The sheets were cool. She lay there for a minute, her phone in her hand, staring at the ceiling trying to decide how to start this conversation. She called him before she could overthink it. If he was going to be angry, she would rather just get it over with.

He picked up on the first ring. "Hey." His voice was rough, like he'd been lying down but not sleeping.

"Hey."

A pause. She could hear him breathing. "I didn't hear from you. I wasn't sure if that meant..."

"I was um... busy." She laughed without really meaning to.

"So then. You um... You actually go over there?"

His breathing had changed. Faster now. Cory pressed the phone tighter to her ear, waiting for something else in his voice that would tell her what he was thinking.

"Yeah. I did." She closed her eyes. "Is that... like... are we okay?"

"Yeah, of course." He said it too quickly, but Cory allowed herself to believe it, smiling.

"Good. I miss you, baby." Her fingers drifted down her stomach, then stopped when she remembered the mess she hadn't cleaned up.

"I miss you too, Cor." She could hear him shifting, the rustle of sheets on his end. "Did you guys um..."

"Did I fuck Luther?"

Hunter inhaled sharply. "Yes," he whispered.

"I did." Cory swallowed. "Is that okay, baby?" She hesitated, listening to him breathe. "Do you want details?"

The throbbing between her legs had stopped. She wished she could touch herself while telling him, but she was too tired, too gross.

"Fuck, Cor." The words came slower. "Tell me everything."

She almost smiled. She could picture him lying on that hotel bed, rubbing his face with his free hand, trying to figure out what he was supposed to say. He wasn't angry, that was the most important thing.

Where was she supposed to start? "It was... different. Like, not what I expected."

"Different how?"

"He was... gentle. At first. Which honestly kind of pissed me off." She heard Hunter laugh. "I don't know, I thought it would be more like what we saw. But it wasn't. He... he just fingered me at first. And I came. Fuck, Hunter, I came so fast."

"So, it was like with Lawrence?"

Just hearing the name made her pulse jump. "Not exactly. Lawrence was more... aggressive." The image of what happened in Cleveland replayed behind her eyes. "This was slower. I don't know how to explain it. It just kind of snuck up on me."

"Jesus, Cor."

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah. I'm... yeah." Sheets rustled again. "So you came on his fingers and then he... you know."

"No." Cory's voice dropped. "Next he went down on me."

The rustling on Hunter's end stopped for half a second. "He... he ate you?"

Cory swallowed. "Yeah." Her thighs pressed together beneath the sheet as the memory came back with embarrassing clarity. "For like, a long time."

"Fuck." The sound on his end shifted, deeper now, and the sheets began moving on his faster. Cory went still, listening. There was no mistaking what he was doing anymore.

"Did... fuck, Cor. Did you cum again?"

She could hear his breathing getting heavier. The knowledge of it made her stomach tighten. Her fingers slipped under her shorts. Luther's cum spread across her fingers and she gasped, holding them there a second longer before pulling her hand away.

She bit her lip. "Yes. And that wasn't even the last time."

"Oh fuck." Hunter grunted, followed by a sharp intake of breath. "How many times?"

"Three."

"Fuck." She heard him swallow. "Three times. Did you... I mean, when he was inside you, did you..."

"Yeah." She pulled the blanket over her legs. Her body was still pulsing. "He's thick, Hunter. Like, really thick. I couldn't even think straight."

"God, Cor." His breathing was ragged now. She could hear the rhythm of it, the faint wet sound. She brought her hand to her chest, cupping her breast.

"He had me on my back and my legs were up." She paused, running her nipple between her fingers. "I was so loud, baby. Like I get why we could always hear them. I bet you would have heard me too if you were here. I bet you would have heard me cum for Luther."

Hunter groaned. Then, she heard him stop breathing entirely for three or four seconds. She held the phone and listened to the silence followed by a long exhale.

"Holy shit," he whispered.

"Are you okay?" She reluctantly pulled her hand away from her chest.

"I just... yeah. I'm okay. Fuck." Another exhale. "I love you. You know that, right?"

"I love you too." She touched the amber at her throat. "We'll talk more when you get home?"

"Yeah. Yeah, definitely. Get some sleep, babe."

"You too."

She set the phone on the nightstand. She needed to shower. Cory reached across the empty half of the bed instead and dragged Hunter's pillow against her chest. His smell was still buried in it, familiar enough that she closed her eyes and breathed it in again. God, she missed him. After everything she'd just told him, after hearing what those details had done to him, all she wanted was to feel him beside her. She tucked the pillow beneath her chin and curled around it, imagining his arm across her waist and his chest against her back. Just for a minute. Then she'd get up and shower.

She was asleep in minutes.

Morgan felt Zach all the way up to his cock's hilt, nestled deep inside her. As she closed her eyes and let out a soft gasp, she remembered that not that much longer after this, she would feel Luther claiming her, bringing her to the apex of carnal pleasure. Zach sufficed. In some ways, he even enhanced her life. He was always too timid to be as rough as she wanted. But he tried. With her words and body guiding him, he was dedicated to pleasing her.

Especially now. His hands grasped around her full breasts as she leaned back atop him, her palms straddling his thighs as she slowly ground herself down his cock. He sucked in air through his teeth, in all their time together spent exploring each other's bodies, their fetishes, kinks, and getting to know every inch of their familiar flesh, nothing had come close to the raw intensity she displayed almost every day.

In the sun that peered through the blinds with a symphony of crickets buzzing outside, the beads of sweat slowly ran down her forehead, between her tits, to her navel, tracing a glistening wet arc across her rich, tan skin.

As he studied her, he began to grind his teeth together. Every moment she spent riding him was another moment he fought to stop himself from plummeting over the edge, from cumming harder than he had in years. "Fuck Morg... God damn it... what the fuck."

She slowed down and leaned forwards, hands now on his chest, feeling his own heat and sweat, the scent of his cologne, something rich she couldn't discern, she just knew it was his, what he wore all the time. "Are you gonna cum?"

He nodded, his hands gripping her tits, his core strained as she began grinding down his cock, slick with a creamy sheen. This agonizing contest of will and lust had lasted for over twenty minutes. As proud as he was of himself, he knew it was Morgan who would be insatiable, entirely impossible to please, having spent nearly every night bringing her to orgasm with his tongue and toys both. For rewards like this, it was worth every second. "Fuckfuckfuckfuck."

Her smile was broad and pearly. Even white teeth, the product of years of braces, filled out her full pink lips. "You wanna cum in me?"

He nodded, feeling the first spurt of his cock, despair settling in as he knew he was going to cum and this pleasure was never meant to last.

"Oops." She swung her leg over and off him, sitting with her hands on her knees, studying his cock as it spasmed, shooting thick ribbons of cum over his groin. He winced during the entire release.

She ran a fingertip down his softening cock, eventually wiping off the mixture of cum and her arousal on his pubes. "You came so fast."

His eyes widened. "Are you serious? Fuckin' A. That was twenty minutes!"

"Not long enough... but you're getting better."

His head fell heavily on the pillow, his neck burning from having stared at her throughout. "I still don't know where all this... y'know, came from."

"I don't wanna spoil anything." She blew him a kiss and held his now nearly flaccid cock, lightly massaging it. "But... I decided to be honest with my body. My heart. My mind. All of me."

The sensation was a beautiful bout of agony for him, as his sensitive flesh still tingled with pleasure and a need for more that his body couldn't yet provide. "You're starting to sound like the stuff Cory sells to dimwits in suits."

"Are you gonna complain about it?"

"No no no no! I didn't mean it like that."

She giggled. "You're cute." She looked at the man before her, faithful, dutiful, always kind. His good heart and soft eyes always told her without a word that he would remain by her side, that he would be a good father someday. He was now only a part of her broadening world, one that she preferred to keep to herself, without him knowing about her other life, the true source of her transformation. And for now, in this moment it was right for her. And for him, even if he wasn't fully aware of her awakening, they had never been closer.

She handed him a small towel that was close to the bed. "Clean up. You've got to go to work soon."

"So do you."

"I'm taking a personal day."

"Oh?" He smirked. "Maybe I should as well."

"No. This is a day just for me."

"Well, ok. But maybe next week?"

"Maybe. If you're extra super nice. And you can make me cum tonight. Without your tongue."

"You're such a bitch sometimes."

"And you love it."

She kissed him, and despite him needing more, wanting to share more of that intimate moment, she broke away quickly, and headed to the shower. Within a short amount of time he had left for work, and she stayed true to her word, taking time out for herself, but not truly alone. She dressed simply, and with complete glee skipped down the street to Luther and Dafni's.

When Morgan knocked, Dafni opened the door, letting Morgan through and embracing her. There wasn't any small talk to be made, everything had been arranged beforehand, Morgan had made expressly clear her devotion to Luther, her unyielding need for his touch, the wisdom he had shown to her, the freedom he gave her without expectation.

She ascended the steps, every creak familiar, every small scuff on the banister under her hand equally as such. She looked over her shoulder to see Dafni's approving nod, and headed towards the bedroom, where Luther awaited.

This too had become part of Morgan's ritual: Zach would prepare her, Luther would take her to new heights of pleasure, and she would bring back Luther's offering within her for Zach to feast on. He had never suspected anything, and Morgan wanted to keep it that way, never considering what could happen if he found out. Although she had already rehearsed what she would say, with Dafni's guidance.

She opened the door to the bedroom, her cheeks already red, biting her lip nearly hard enough to draw blood. Even though this was practiced, the anticipation was always the same. Luther was standing there, his pale bulk immediately visible, there was no pretense, no hesitation from her anymore. She quickly disrobed, and fell to her knees in front of him, holding up his girth by the hilt, and measuring it against her forearm with glee. He didn't smile as she looked up at him, merely began to guide her mouth to his cock, and soon she worshiped him fully with her throat.

Downstairs, within minutes, Dafni licked her lips, savoring the sounds of Luther's conquest of Morgan. Her voice was angelic to Dafni, a chorus of want, and finally a declaration of submission heard downstairs.

"I'm yours... I'm yours... only yours..."

Cory and Morgan had already nestled themselves against one another, watching another episode of 90 Day Fiancé, and laughing at the spectacle and insanity of it all. Just like they used to. The warmth and closeness of Morgan had increased over the past couple of weeks, and Cory hadn't felt this close to her in years. Cory stood to go get another drink, her legs still wobbly from last night.

"Do you remember like that one guy from 90 Day that had no neck?"

Morgan raised an eyebrow. "What?"

"He had no neck. Like his head was just sitting on top of his body like a cartoon or something. Or like a... gnome. I don't know."

"Bullshit, I wouldn't forget that."

Cory quickly searched for an image of "Big Ed" and soon offered photographic proof. "Here he is. In all his glory."

Morgan slapped the couch as she laughed, "Holy shit I remember now! Oh my fucking god. He should have gotten his own show."

"Don't put that out into the universe, Morg, or we'll end up with another Darcy show."

"Yuck. Good point."

Cory sat back down, resting her head on Morgan's shoulder. "What if like... Dafni and Luther met on 90 Day Fiancé?"

Morgan almost spit out her water. "Asshole, I was taking a sip! And uhh I don't think they met there."

"I mean I wonder how they met. Have they ever like, y'know talked to you about it?"

There was a brief silence as she considered the question. "Not really. They actually don't talk about themselves much. Our relationship is different from what you and I have."

Cory smiled, pressing deeper into Morgan's shoulder.

"Speaking of... I heard you had a little late night visit last night. Didn't it feel so... I don't know. Freeing?"

Cory groaned, slipping backward onto the sofa.

"So... Give me the tea. I mean, you practically have your own little harem now."

The slight barb helped ease the growing anxiety within her. Despite already knowing what had happened, processing it all still felt impossible. She figured that this might be the chance she needed, to move forward instead of being afraid to look back or be present.

She threw her head back on the couch. "I dunno. Like... it's hard to say. I need to really think about it."

Morgan shook her head firmly. "Don't think. Just say the first thing that comes to your mind."

The words didn't register at first, but soon after Cory decided to just answer, even if she stumbled or stammered through. "All of them are different. Like in sooo many ways. Lawrence is so so rough. But like, that's what made it so good too. Like, he wasn't clumsy or showing off."

"Interesting you started with him first and not Hunter." Morgan poked Cory's ribs with her elbow. "Keep going."

Cory had told herself she started with Lawrence because it was the first time she'd had that sort of experience. Now, she wondered if her body was speaking for her. "Well... it's not like that. I mean you distracted me!"

"Oh keep going, bitch." Morgan laughed. "You're stalling."

"Fine. So, Lawrence. Right. He takes and takes. So when he was finally giving..." She bit her lip. "His fingers were magical."

"Oh? How so? Tell me. Every. Detail."

"Ok stop being like weirdly creepy Morg."

"Come on," Morgan whined. "This is like we're back in college all over again. I feel connected to you right now."

"Fine, fine. Sooooo like, you know how you can just tell someone knows what they are doing? I'm sure he's probably been with dozens of women, but it was like he could anticipate what I needed. Like he could 'feel' me."

Morgan rolled her eyes, but she was smiling. "Sounds a lot like your wellness mumbo jumbo."

"Are you kidding? After all of this 'freeing' talk and--"

"Cor. I'm fucking with you."

Cory gave a nervous laugh. "Sorry. Still kind of nervous with all of this... stuff."

"Did you want more?"

"More wine?" She glanced at the bottle on the table. She'd need to leave soon to get Hunter from the airport.

"No! More of him."

Cory closed her eyes and thought about what Hunter had told her. His conversation with Lawrence, that he wanted to see it. She pressed her thighs together. Unfortunately, it wasn't very subtle and Morgan saw her.

"Ohhh you naughty little slut. You do. Tell me why."

"Well... I mean when he was behind me. I..." She chewed on her lip thinking about how close she was to letting Lawrence fuck her. "If he could do that with his fingers. I just... Imagine what he can do with everything else."

"You mean his dick." Morgan's smile widened. "You want him to fuck you senseless."

Cory struggled to swallow, this was becoming realer with every word, despite having already lived it, somehow talking about it, made it truly real. "Stop! But... yes it could have happened though. He was close."

"Are you going to see him again?"

Cory nodded. "I think so. He invited us both."

Morgan's eyes widened, the faintest glimpse of jealousy behind them. "As in you and Hunter?"

"Yes. Both of us."

"Lucky bitch. Zach would probably die if I told him. He just thinks I've turned into some kind of sex goddess." She shrugged. "Which I mean, obviously. But God. That would be so hot. Tell me Hunter wants to watch."

"I don't know! Jeez!" Cory's face was hot. She was sure she looked like an oversized tomato.

Morgan rolled her eyes. "Calm down. Well, you'll have to tell me all about it. When it does happen. Because we know it will. So... Luther."

When Cory heard his name, it felt like a spell. Every syllable danced in her ears, and she could already feel her body responding. "Yeah... umm he's way different."

She closed her eyes. She didn't have to think about it, not really. The truth was her body was still buzzing after last night. She hadn't woken up until almost eleven. Then, in the shower, she touched herself reliving the moment, thinking about getting to tell Hunter about it again in a couple of hours.

"Oh I know. I know. Trust me. Now we know how he handles a woman like Dafni. Mystery solved."

"Morgan, stop! Come on." She shoulder checked her friend. "I'm already feeling weird about all of this."

"My first night with him I came within the first couple of minutes that he put it in. I knew I was hooked."

Cory nodded. She loved that she felt like she could talk to Morgan again, but the topic, the idea that she had sex with someone other than Hunter, still made her uncomfortable.

"Yeah. I... I came three times."

"Three? Oh my God." Morgan's hands covered her mouth. "Isn't it amazing?"

She nodded. "Yeah. I never knew you know, sex could be like that. It's like a massage, I felt it from head to toe."

Morgan bit her lip and nodded. "He makes you feel full. Wanted--"

"Needed." Cory didn't know why she finished the sentence, the word just slipped forth from her lips without any hesitation. The long pause after didn't help. "Something like that. But not quite."

"How did it feel? Being with another man. Fully."

"I thought I would feel so much worse. Like awful. But it didn't. I just didn't know how to feel. Like, with Lawrence I was mortified. I don't know, like it's crazy because with him it didn't cross the line yet."

"Oh so you go around getting fingered by anyone?"

"No! Stop! That's not what I meant." She leaned forward and took a sip of wine. "Like, I don't know. It's like they both want something different."

Morgan shrugged. "I don't know. I mean, they both want your fine piece of ass." She slapped Cory's butt playfully, nearly causing her to spill her wine. "But there's no pressure with Luther. At least not that I feel. You're just... free with him."

Cory stiffened. There was something about the way she said it. The way she looked. The alarm on her phone went off. "Shit. I have to go. I'm going to be late to the airport."

"Before you go. What about Hunter?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well, you described how it is with two other men. How is it when you're with your husband? Boring? Familiar? Exciting?"

"No, it's special. It's out of--"

"Love? Come on, Cor, that's a given, don't hand me that though. Tell me he's better and not just 'different.'"

"He isn't just different. Ok? When he fucks me he means it, we have a bond, a history like, we belong to each other."

Morgan nodded slowly. "No one belongs to anyone, Cory. But, I'm glad. Happy for you."

Cory stood and Morgan hugged her, they kissed each other softly on the cheek as they always had and Cory left hurriedly. Morgan grinned, savoring her friend's new freedom. A half hour later, Dafni's specific knock on the door heralded her presence.

"One sec!" Morgan quickly grabbed another glass in anticipation of Dafni's conversation. She opened the door and they exchanged hugs. The intimidating heft of Dafni's chest against Morgan's made even her feel insecure. She still hadn't gotten used to it. Dafni sat down on the leather couch, crossing her legs, revealing a good breadth of her tan thigh, sculpted to perfection, bouncing her foot in her Roman sandals, tied up with laces to her calves. "Sit, sit. I don't need wine now. How is Cory? You talked, no?"

"Well, you're going to love it. Let's just say that."