They didn’t give me time to clean up.

Nathan grabbed my wrist and pulled me up from the couch. His cum and Lucas’s were still leaking down my thighs, leaving shiny streaks on my skin. Lucas stood, already stroking himself back to full hardness, eyes locked on the mess between my legs. The apartment felt smaller with both of them standing over me like that—Ryan’s two best friends, still fully dressed from the waist up, looking at his naked wife like she belonged to them for the night.

“Bedroom,” Nathan said. “Now.”

I walked on unsteady legs. They followed. Lucas closed the door behind us even though no one else...