Elena's POV

The footsteps got closer. I stayed spread out on the blanket, legs wide, cum still oozing from my ruined pussy and ass, fingers lazily circling my swollen clit. My heart hammered with fear and filthy excitement.

It was my husband, David. He froze at the edge of the yard, suitcase in hand, eyes wide as he took in the sight of me — naked, covered in multiple men’s cum, holes gaping and leaking under the backyard lights.

“Elena… what the fuck?”

I didn’t close my legs. Instead I pushed two fingers into my cum-filled cunt, stirring the mess, and moaned softly. “You’re home early. Come here. I’m still...