Could Thomas actually do that?

I'm a nervous wreck. Sina and Dirk are gone. He swore to me he wouldn't touch her, but I'm not sure I can trust him.

“Where did they go?” I ask Thomas, who is sitting calmly at the computer.

“Shopping,” is his one-word reply.

“I do know that," I’m yelling at him. “Where exactly?”

He doesn’t know. He doesn’t even understand why I want to know. Men! At least he can prevent me from jumping in the car and driving after them. It would be pointless to look for them without any clues. Unfortunately, he’s right.

I try to distract myself, but I can't get anything done.

Two hours later, my husband comes in with his cell phone in his hand.

“Dirk texted. He wants to meet with us.”

“Why? Did something bad happen?” I'm alarmed.

“Nope.”

When he sees the flames about to burst from my eyes, he quickly adds: “Definitely not. Otherwise he would have mentioned it, right?”

I grab my purse and urge Thomas to the car. Luckily, he's driving. I would have ignored all speed limits and red lights.

Central department store, fifth floor, is the location Dirk sent Thomas. The lingerie department, of course. Did they shop here together? I discreetly let my gaze wander over the merchandise to the left and right. Normal stuff. Bras, bodysuits, panties. Nothing unusual or provocative. At least he didn't **** her to buy indecent lingerie.

Dirk is waiting for us in an aisle between the shelves. I can't see Sina anywhere.

“Where is she?” I sound breathless.

“Don't worry. She's finished shopping and is already on her way home. And,” he winks at me, “of course I was a perfect gentleman.”

Why doesn't his statement reassure me?

“Then why did you summon us?” I don’t understand what’s going on here. Thomas next to me seems to be in a great mood. Does he know more than I do?

“I thought you might want to have some fun too", is Dirk’s cryptic answer.

Thomas takes my hands and looks at me. I haven’t seen that loving, longing look from him in decades. It warms my heart.

Dirk stands behind me and puts his hands on my shoulders. He pushes me down relentlessly. It's too late when I realize what the two of them have conspired to do. Thomas' zipper is already open. My husband hastily pulls out his already semi-erect cock. The glans glistens with moisture. I can't help but compare it to what I'm used to by now, and the result is not flattering for him.

But if they think I'm going to give him a blow job in public, they're wrong. I shake my head and try to break free. “You guys are crazy. I'm not doing that...”

A slap to the back of my head silences me before I can finish my sentence.

Thomas grabs my hair and pulls me toward him, his hard cock pressing against my lips. Dirk holds me down and prevents me from escaping.

I'm still resisting, keeping my mouth firmly shut. But the longer I fight, the more I realize that I don't stand a chance against the two of them. And at any moment, someone could show up and catch us.

I give in. Let's just get this over with quickly.

“At least,” I think to myself, “Thomas won't last long anyway, and I know how to make him finish quickly.”

I suck on his cock and swirl my tongue over the sensitive underside. Deepthroating would be impossible with his thing. But this does the trick.

It doesn't take long before he starts moaning. His hands bury themselves in my locks. I'm so focused on making him cum as quickly as possible that I hardly notice Dirk letting go of me.

I confidently note that Thomas' legs are trembling and he's making a futile attempt to push himself deeper into my throat. I know the signs. He's almost there. I suck faster and harder.

Here it comes!

I swallow the little he gives me.

“Get dressed again,” I whisper to him as I stand up. I wipe my mouth with a tissue.

Dirk is standing a few steps away. He casually scrolls through his smartphone.

“Did you film us? Are you crazy?” I snap.

He looks even more smug than usual. He mutters to himself, “Looks pretty good. With a little editing, it’ll be great to work with.”