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The suite felt like a pressure chamber. Tom’s heart thudded so loud he was certain the whole building could hear it. Charity-Sarah on his left, Ellie-Sarah on his right, both warm, alive, pulsing with Sarah’s memory and want. They were him and his wife, but also not; each body had its own weight, its own scent, its own heat. And they were both touching him now.

Ellie-Sarah’s hand stroked him through the thin cotton of his shorts, palm firm, fingers teasing. “You’re leaking,” she whispered, marveling, her voice breathy, hushed like a schoolgirl sneaking secrets—yet Sarah was behind her eyes, knowing exactly how to press him, how to keep him on that edge.

Charity-Sarah slid her hand up under his shirt, nails raking gently down his chest, catching his nipple until he hissed. “He loves that,” she murmured to Ellie, as though sharing a trick. Then lower, her hand pressed under the waistband of his shorts, curling around him. Hot, hard, throbbing. “God, Tom… you’re so ready.”

He groaned, eyes shutting, hips thrusting helplessly into their joined grip. His mind screamed about Will, about the footsteps that might come any second, but his body didn’t care. His cock pulsed under their hands, slickness dampening his shorts.

“Fifteen minutes,” Charity-Sarah reminded him, her lips grazing his ear as her hand stroked him with slow, cruel precision. “Fifteen minutes before my husband—Ellie’s father—walks back through that door. Can you come for us that fast? Can you do it quietly?”

Ellie-Sarah shifted closer, lips brushing his jaw. She kissed him, quick and wet, then pulled back, giggling. “I want to taste it,” she whispered, hand pressing harder against his base while her mother’s hand pumped him near the head.

Tom’s eyes flew open. “Jesus, Sarah—”

“Ellie,” she corrected instantly, wicked grin flashing. “Call me Ellie. That’s who I am right now. Make it real.”

He nearly lost it right there, hips jerking hard, groan swallowed in Charity-Sarah’s neck as she stroked him harder. “And I’m Charity,” she coaxed, voice low and urgent. “Your best friend’s wife. Say it. Make it true.”

“Ch…Charity…” Tom grunted, lost in the sensations of the two women working him.

Ellie-Sarah tugged the waistband down just enough, freeing him into both their hands. The sight was obscene—Charity-Sarah’s mature hand pumping him with practiced rhythm while Ellie-Sarah’s youthful fingers played along the base, both stroking, both Sarah, both watching his face with that look he knew too well.

“You’re going to come for us,” Charity-Sarah whispered, lips hot against his ear, hand twisting just the way Sarah knew made him weak. “For Charity and Ellie… in both our hands.”

Ellie-Sarah leaned in, giggling breathlessly as her thumb smeared his slickness over the head. “Hurry, Daddy’s coming—” she clapped a hand over her mouth, eyes wide, then grinned. “Oops. I mean Will.”

The forbidden slip shattered him. Tom groaned, muffled against Charity-Sarah’s shoulder as his whole body tensed. Hot release pulsed through him in thick spurts, painting across Charity-Sarah’s hand, Ellie-Sarah’s fingers, splattering his shorts. Their hands milked him greedily, pumping every drop until he sagged, breathless, trembling between them.

“Perfect,” Charity-Sarah purred, wiping her hand slow against his thigh, smearing the mess. “You came so fast.”

Ellie-Sarah licked a streak from her thumb, giggling at his wide-eyed look. “Mmm. You taste the same in both timelines.”

Tom’s chest heaved. His cock twitched still, oversensitive, trapped in their hands. He looked toward the door in panic. “Will—”

“Shhh,” Charity-Sarah whispered, kissing his cheek. “We cleaned up. You’re fine.” She licked her own palm once, brazen, then tugged his shorts back into place just as the sound of footsteps approached the door.

Ellie-Sarah sprawled casually on the couch, wiping her fingers on a napkin she’d grabbed from the counter, looking the picture of innocence—except for the glint in her eyes, Sarah’s glint.

The lock clicked. The handle turned. Will’s voice carried in cheerfully: “Got us dinner reservations!”

Tom’s entire body jolted with the aftershock of orgasm and terror. His wife—his two wives—smiled knowingly, perfectly composed.

The game had only just begun.