Chapter 70: The Gift Comes Home

The sky had turned a deep orange by the time Eva and Sophia stepped out of the massage parlor. The evening air felt cool against their flushed skin. Both women walked slowly, thighs still slick with the evidence of what had happened inside Room 7. Thick trails of cum leaked steadily from their pussies, soaking the insides of their thighs with every step. Eva's black babydoll dress clung to her curves, the fabric now slightly damp. Sophia's short denim skirt did little to hide the mess dripping down her legs.

Eva let out a satisfied sigh as they reached the parking lot. "God… I needed that. Those boys really knew how to use us."

Sophia laughed softly, linking arms with her. "I lost count of how many times I came. My pussy is still twitching. Think we should make that a weekly thing?"

"Definitely," Eva replied, a wicked grin spreading across her face. "Next time we ask for the same two. Maybe even bring toys."

They climbed into Eva's car. The drive home was quiet except for the low hum of the engine and the occasional soft moan when one of them shifted in her seat. Cum continued to leak out, staining the leather. Neither woman cared. They were glowing, satisfied, and already planning their next adventure.

Meanwhile, at Marcus's backyard pool, the golden light had faded into soft dusk.

Emily stood under the outdoor shower, warm water cascading over her naked body. Thick ropes of Ryan's and Marcus's cum washed down her thighs, mixing with the water and swirling down the drain. She tilted her head back, letting the spray rinse her face and hair. Her pussy and ass still throbbed from the intense double fucking they had given her on the lounge chair.

Ryan and Marcus lounged nearby, towels around their waists, watching her with satisfied smirks.

Emily turned off the shower and walked over to them, still completely naked, water droplets sparkling on her skin. She picked up her tiny red bikini and slipped it on slowly, making sure they got one last good look.

"That was… incredible," she said breathlessly. "I've never been fucked like that before. Both holes at the same time… I thought I was going to pass out from how good it felt."

Ryan chuckled. "You took it like a champ. You're welcome back anytime, Emily."

Marcus nodded, eyes roaming her body. "Yeah. Don't be a stranger. We can do this again whenever you want."

Emily bit her lip, already getting wet again just thinking about it. "I can't wait. Next time I want you both in my ass at the same time if possible." She winked, then gave each of them a deep, lingering kiss. "Thank you, boys. I'll text you soon."

She grabbed her things and headed toward the gate, hips swaying. Ryan and Marcus watched her leave, both already half-hard again.

Emily walked the short distance to her house, the evening breeze cooling her skin. She felt deliciously used and satisfied. She had no idea that Ethan had seen everything.

She stepped inside her front door. "Hi, bro," she called out cheerfully, kicking off her shoes.

Ethan was sitting on the couch, staring at the floor. He didn't look up. His jaw was clenched so tight it looked painful.

Emily frowned slightly. "You okay? You look like you saw a ghost."

Ethan stayed silent.

She shrugged, too blissed out to push it. "Alright… I'm going upstairs to change." She headed to her room, still dripping a little, completely unaware of the storm brewing behind her.

Ethan sat there for a long minute, fists balled on his knees. Then he stood up, and stormed out the door. He marched straight to Ryan's house next door and pounded on it with his fist.

Ryan opened the door a few seconds later, a smug little smile already on his face. "Well, well. Look who's here. Come to give me feedback on my gift? Haha."

Ethan's face twisted with rage. "Shut the fuck up. You told me you wouldn't lay a hand on my sister again. But not only did you fuck her, you let that Marcus guy destroy her too? What the hell is wrong with you?"

Ryan leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed. "Oh, don't act so innocent, Ethan. I know exactly what you did to Eva behind my back. You even sent me the pictures of her sucking your dick. So why are you putting up this act?"

Ethan froze. "W-what? How do you know about that?"

Ryan's smile widened. He pulled out his phone, opened the photo, and turned the screen toward Ethan. There it was — crystal clear — Eva on her knees, lips wrapped around Ethan's cock, eyes full of lust.

Ethan stared at the picture, face going pale. "You… you and that slut wife of yours are truly fucked up. You planned all of this, didn't you?"

Ryan's expression hardened. "What the hell are you even talking about?"

"Your wife came to me," Ethan spat. "She said she wouldn't tell you anything, but you already knew. You made up some excuse so you could use Emily as ****. You're both sick."

Ryan's mind reeled. He remembered the photo again — Eva's eager face, the way she had looked so excited. He remembered every recent encounter: the boss, Marcus, Sophia. Pieces started clicking together in a way he didn't want to admit.

He shoved the phone back in his pocket. "Get lost, Ethan."

Ethan didn't move. "What do you want from me? From Emily? What did she ever do to you, you maniac couple?"

Ryan's voice dropped, cold and final. "I said get lost."

He slammed the door in Ethan's face.

Ethan stood there for a second, shaking with rage, then turned and stormed back to his own house.

Inside, Ryan locked the door and leaned against it. His heart was pounding. He walked slowly to the living room and sank onto the couch, staring at the floor.

Everything Ethan had said echoed in his head.

Your wife is a whore… addicted to dick…

He pulled out his phone again and scrolled through the photos. Eva on her knees for Ethan. Eva at the dinner with his boss Roger. The way she had looked at every single one of them — hungry, excited, shameless.

Ryan's stomach twisted. For the first time, the truth hit him like a freight train.

His perfect, loving wife had been cheating on him for weeks. Maybe longer.

He remembered how wet she had been the night he fucked her after seeing the photo. How eagerly she had begged him to call her a slut. How she had come harder than usual when he talked dirty to her.

Was she thinking about other men the whole time?

A car pulled into the driveway. The gate opened. Eva's voice rang out cheerfully from outside.

"I'm home!"

Ryan sat there in the dark living room, phone still in his hand, staring at the picture of his wife sucking another man's cock.

The front door opened.

Eva stepped inside, still glowing from her day, completely unaware of the storm waiting for her.

End of Chapter 70

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