**Chapter 15 – The Prize Dinner (Part 2)**

Chris obeyed in silence all night long.

He carried plates to and from the low tables placed on the mattress, entering and leaving the master bedroom like a ghostly waiter. Every time he left, Adriana ordered him in a soft but firm voice:

“Close the door, honey. Thank you.”

And the door closed with a click. Inside remained the two of them: his wife half-naked in pink lace and heels, sitting on the bed next to Malik, laughing quietly, whispering confidences Chris couldn’t hear. He only caught fragments: a muffled laugh from Adriana, the clink of glasses, the rustle of fabric, a wet sound he **** himself to interpret as… sipping the sauce. Nothing more. Just a business dinner. Just motivation.

After dessert, Adriana smiled at him from the bed, her lips slightly glossy.

“Chris, you can go clean the kitchen now. When you’re done, head to your room. We’ll let you know if we need anything else. Anyway… you’ll be seeing updates in the chat.”

Malik stood up with that winner’s smile, walked Chris to the bedroom door, and before closing it, gave him a friendly pat on the shoulder.

“Good job tonight, Cucky.”

Click.

The sound of the latch locking from the inside was crystal clear.

Chris stood frozen in the hallway for a second, breathing heavily. Then he went to the kitchen and washed everything mechanically, like an automaton. When he finished, the silence in the house was almost funereal. He was already heading toward his cubbyhole when he passed the closed door of the master bedroom and heard it:

Muffled sounds. Guttural. Like someone ****… but rhythmic. Urgent.

His stomach lurched violently. He stopped dead. “It’s part of the relaxation session,” he repeated to himself like a mantra. “They’re just… relaxing.”

Right then his phone buzzed.

**Photo 1 (uploaded by Malik)**

**Malik K.:** Now the real fun starts hehe

The chat exploded instantly:

**Robert G.:** FUCK

**Harry S.:** That’s our boss!

**Jack B.:** Cucky, are you watching this from the hallway or are you already in your little room?

**Oliver G.:** Tears of gratitude expert level.

Chris felt his heart stop and, at the same time, his cock hardened painfully inside his pants. He leaned against the wall, trembling. “This can’t be happening… but it’s just a photo… just motivation… she told me to trust.” And yet, as he read the messages, his hand unconsciously slid down to press against the fabric.

The moans on the other side of the door grew louder. Clear. Unmistakable.

Then Photos 2 and 3 arrived almost at the same time.

**Malik K.:** Fuck, I’ve never seen anything like this… this is pure addiction… I mean… relaxation… haha.

The chat went completely insane:

**Mark L.:** The cream factory strikes again

**Liam E.:** Damn, she looks like a Christmas turkey stuffed to the brim

**Robert G.:** This is already eternal legend level!

Chris could no longer move. He had pulled his pants down right there in the hallway, pressed against the door. His hand moved up and down frantically while he listened to his own wife screaming inside the room:

“Malik! Fuck, Malik, like that… harder!”

Another man’s name coming out of Adriana’s mouth like a **** plea. Every scream was a direct stab to his chest and, at the same time, a lash of sick pleasure that made him grip tighter.

**Photos 4 and 5:**

Chris came right there, in silence, biting his lip until it bled, while the chat kept burning and the moans inside the room didn’t stop.

Finally, the last message arrived from Adriana:

**Adriana C. (Admin):** Well guys, that’s it for tonight. I hope you enjoyed the photo shoot… I absolutely loved it

Chris, we’re going to stay in the room a bit longer. You go ahead and get some sleep now, honey. You did really well tonight. Good night ❤

Chris stayed there, panting, cum on his hand and tears in his eyes, staring at the closed door.

Inside, the low laughter and whispers continued.

Outside, Mr. Cuck wiped himself as best he could and walked toward his cubbyhole with shaking legs.