Chapter 2I wake up early after sleeping fitfully for a few hours. It takes a second before the memory of yesterday’s event comes rushing back to me and assaults my senses. The smell of c*m lingering in the air. My fiancé disheveled, used. The weird stretch-and-tuck someone does when putting his d**k back into his pants.
The memories of Frankie’s noises when he sucks me off superseding themselves on yesterday’s scene, making it far too easy for me to imagine what he would sound like with that guy’s d**k down his throat. How his eyes would be turned up, begging for more. How his drool would have run down his face and neck.
Did he wipe off his mouth with his sleeve after he was done or did the guy take care of him as I do? Did the guy kiss Frankie afterward, to taste himself on Frankie’s to
