EMMA&MIKE’S TALE Book 2- Chapter 6 — Aftermath

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Time ticks away — ten, twenty minutes, who the hell knows? I’ve lost track.

The silence is thick, heavy with the stench of sex, weed, and something else — something raw, something primal. I can’t tear my eyes away from my wife. She’s still sprawled out on the carpet, her body a hot mess, legs splayed open, the evidence of his possession glinting on her skin.

My mind is a freaking whirlwind, thoughts and feelings all jumbled up. I feel spent and empty, but there’s this…. energy, this dark thrill buzzing through me. The images of what I just saw keep playing in my head, like, a sickeningly erotic film strip I can’t seem to turn off.

Did that really just happen? Did she actually… call him Daddy?

Marcus starts putting his clothes back on, taking his sweet-ass time, his movements deliberate, unhurried. He pulls on his jeans, and buttons up his shirt, with a casualness that belies the intensity of what we’ve just shared.

Meanwhile, Emma hasn’t moved an inch. She’s just lying there, eyes closed, breathing slow and steady, like she’s passed out or something. It’s like she’s fallen…