CHAPTER 3: CUCKOLDING IN HIS OWN BED

JORDAN’S POVThe next time came sooner than I expected—two days of torturous edging in my apartment, fist blurred on my cock to memories of her taste, her tightness, her screams.

Carol texted: "Richard is at a conference. Come over. Now. Bring that hung virgin cock and nothing else."

I arrived at the estate in record time, stripping naked on the pool deck the second the door shut behind me—my cock already half-hard and swinging heavy between my legs, balls full and aching from denial.

She was in the indoor pool, water lapping at her bare shoulders, body clad in a scrap of black...