Shamed finish

You’re right on the edge, fist working the thick length hard and fast, when the need to see her reaction becomes sharper than the need to finish. You free your phone with your other hand, type the message with your thumb, and send it.

“Home in 30. Missed you today.”

In the kitchen Natasha’s phone lights up on the counter beside her hip. She glances at the screen while Ruby’s mouth is still buried between her thighs. The change in her expression is immediate and ugly. Spite and jealousy flash across her face. She shows the message to Ruby, then speaks loud enough for the words to carry clearly into the hallway.

“He says he misses me. After everything. After months of making me feel like an afterthought while he plays office games with that yoga whore. Don’t you dare stop.”

Ruby answers by moaning and sucking harder on her clit, driving her fingers deeper. Natasha’s voice rises, the spite turning into open, filthy encouragement.

“That’s it. Right there. Let him sit in traffic thinking about me while you finish what he can’t have. I am so close. Do not let up. I’m going to drench your face before he even gets near the driveway.”

The combination of her words, the wet sounds, and the raw jealousy aimed at both you and Cheryl pushes you past the point of control. Your fist tightens. The climax hits hard. You unload into your palm in thick, heavy spurts, biting the inside of your cheek to stay silent while the last of it pulses out. Natasha’s moans peak in the kitchen at the same moment, her third or fourth orgasm of the night clearly rolling through her under Ruby’s mouth.

You clean up as best you can with a tissue from your pocket, tuck yourself away, and step back from the doorway without a sound. The front door opens and closes behind you with the same care you used on the way in. You walk to the car, start the engine, and sit for a moment in the dark driveway beside the unfamiliar vehicle, the taste of what you just watched and the weight of Natasha’s spiteful reply still sitting heavy in your chest.

You pull the car down the road to a secluded spot, and wait. Watching Ruby discretely pull out of the drive after fifteen minutes or so, and drive her prim and proper, neatly cleaned, family wagon down the road towards her home.