Chapter 3

showed her kneeling between Reginald's legs, looking up while preparing him.

I swallowed hard. "You... you actually recorded videos?"

"Several of them..."

She switched to another video without hesitation.

This angle was shot from above, clearly showing Reginald holding Jessica's phone, capturing every intimate detail of her body in sharp clarity.

But the most visually striking part was Reginald's almost inhuman physique—especially the stark contrast between his flushed arousal and dark skin, sending an electric tingle down my spine.

I bit my lip. "Isn't that... too much? How did you handle it?"

"It hurt at first, but then it felt so... full. So good. So good you'd be willing to die the next second."

Jessica grew more animated, her face flushed with intoxication. "Want to try? Tonight, all four of us... It'll be wild."

"You're... serious?"

My legs trembled, my words stumbling. "It's been so long for me... And what if my husband finds out—"

"Who's going to tell him?"

Seeing my hesitation, Jessica grinned and playfully squeezed my chest. "Come on, bestie. Tonight, we'll show them that the plow never breaks—only the ox tires out!"

With that, she carelessly toweled off and strode out of the bathroom, still naked.

Minutes later, the door reopened.

She stood there with two towering, fully nude Black men.

Grinning wickedly, Jessica pushed me into Reginald's arms. "Bestie, let me introduce you to the joy of double penetration..."

The moment his testosterone-charged body touched mine, I shuddered.

Even though I'd braced myself, the reality left me weak.

Shame tangled with a strange thrill, an unbearable itch pulsing between my thighs.

But soon, the itch vanished.

Because Reginald effortlessly lifted me from behind, spreading my legs like a child being held over a toilet, pressing me against Martin's waist.

They moved in practiced unison—clearly not their first time sharing a woman.