No Trevor pays a visit

A week passed and neither Mark nor Emma spoke a single word about what had happened in the supermarket car park. They ate dinner, watched television, went to bed at the usual time. But the silence between them pulsed like a hidden current and every time Emma caught Mark looking at her, she saw the same memory flicker behind his eyes.

Trevor.

The photos.

Her hand wrapped around his cock in the front seat of the car.

They both tried not to think about it.

They failed.

It was early afternoon when the knock came.

Mark looked up from his laptop, frowning. Emma, who was folding laundry in the living room, froze on the spot. Without a word, she walked to the front door and opened it.

Trevor Morris stood on the step with that same greasy grin spread across his wide face.

“Afternoon,” he said casually. “Nice day, innit?”

Emma’s pulse thudded. “What… what do you want?”

Trevor looked past her, into the hallway. “Just came round for a little chat.”

Before she could answer he stepped past her and walked straight into the house. Emma said nothing. She simply closed the door and followed him.

Trevor entered the living room and paused in the centre of the floor, taking out his phone.

“Lovely place you’ve got here,” he said and snapped a photo of the room with a sharp click of the camera.

Mark shot to his feet. “What the fuck are you doing?”

Trevor held up the phone. “See, I scanned those lovely little pictures you left for me,” he said. “Got ’em saved. Already uploaded online. Private, for now. All it takes is one click and I can tag the pair of you. Shouldn’t be too hard, the room in this one here is very recognisable.”

Emma’s cheeks flushed hot. Mark opened his mouth… and closed it again.

“So here’s how it is,” Trevor said calmly, slipping the phone back into his pocket. “You two do what I want, when I want. Or I make all of it public.”

The room fell silent.

Then, without hesitation, Emma said, “Yes.”

Trevor raised an eyebrow. “Didn’t even need to think about it, did you? Dirty little thing.”

Emma said nothing. Her legs trembled but she didn’t step back.

Trevor turned to Mark. “That all right with you, big man?”

Mark swallowed. His throat was dry. He nodded once.

Trevor’s grin widened. “Good.”

Without warning he stepped toward Emma and cupped her breast through her top. She let out a sharp gasp, body jerking in surprise but she didn’t resist. Trevor’s fingers squeezed hard, openly groping her as he stared at Mark over her shoulder.

“Bet you wank yourself stupid thinking about me using her,” he said.

Mark didn’t move. His cheeks were flushed and his cock was already swelling against the front of his jeans.

Trevor slid his hand down Emma’s stomach, gripped the hem of her skirt and pulled it up. “Spread your legs.”

Emma obeyed. Her face burned with embarrassment but her pussy was already wet and he could see it clearly as he pushed her knickers to one side and ran a thick finger along her slit.

“Fuck,” he muttered. “Smooth and soaked. You love this, don’t you?”

Emma bit her lip and let out a broken little moan. Mark watched silently, chest rising and falling in heavy breaths.

Trevor finally stepped back and headed for the doorway. “That’ll do for today,” he said casually. “But I’ll be back. And next time I want more.”

He tipped Emma a wink and left.

The door had barely clicked shut when Emma rounded on Mark, eyes blazing.

“You pathetic bastard,” she hissed. “A real man would’ve stopped him.”

Mark blinked. “E-Emma—”

“Shut up,” she growled. “Take your fucking trousers off.”

Mark obeyed immediately, fumbling with the buttons. His hard cock sprang free as Emma dropped to her knees and took him into her mouth without warning — no slow warm-up, no teasing. She sucked him in deep and bit down on the underside of his shaft. Mark nearly doubled over, a hoarse grunt ripping from his throat — but he didn’t push her away.

Her eyes stayed locked on his as she began to work her mouth up and down his length, fingers digging into his thighs, sucking and biting hungrily as though punishing him for enjoying it so much. Saliva dripped down her chin.

She pulled back, wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and stood up.

“Turn around,” she ordered.

Mark turned and braced himself against the back of the sofa as Emma lifted her skirt and sank down onto his cock from behind. She fucked him hard, deliberately rough, slamming her hips into him with furious determination.

There was no kissing. No tenderness. Only the raw, **** sound of wet flesh and the heavy rasp of their breaths.

Neither of them spoke — until, just before Mark came, Emma leaned forward and whispered in his ear:

“Next time… I want Trevor to watch.”

Mark exploded inside her with a broken groan. Emma clenched around him, shuddering violently as her own orgasm tore through her — the most intense, savage climax she’d ever felt.

They collapsed against the sofa, trembling and breathless.

And neither of them said a word.