Housewife's Dirty Little Secret

Talia lives for that white-picket bullshit, scrubbin' counters and cooking lasagna like it’s her whole damn identity. Then one afternoon Jack knocks on her door needing eggs, and the way he looks at her says he remembers more than flour and butter. Next day he drags Austin back, both of them grinning like they hit the jackpot, because they know exactly who she used to be. Stripped, stage name long gone, body still insane. They lay it out: keep quiet if she drops to her knees right here in the kitchen. No speech, just two hard cocks to save her marriage. Talia swallows, says nothing, and peels the sundress off. Minute later she's bent over her breakfast table while Jack slams into her from behind and Austin feeds her his dick down her throat. They trade off, double-stuff her, hands leaving fresh bruises on the spot her pearls usually cover. She takes it all because silence costs whatever they want. Final round they drag her to the floor, one on each side, blasting thick ropes across her face, strings dangling off her lashes and sliding into her open mouth. She wipes a thumb across her cheek, sucks it clean, and the boys swagger out the door like nothing ever happened.