Julie's mind churned in chaos as her eyes stayed glued to Cassius.
Even as she clenched her fists in frustration, even as her pride screamed that this was humiliating, her body betrayed her. Every time she found herself in this position, forced to watch while Cassius played with another woman, something inside her burned hotter than she wanted to admit.
Her thoughts turned bitter.
'Is this what I've become? A cuckold?'
She thought of Isabelle, kneeling under her own bed, brazenly swallowing Cassius's cock while Julie stood only a few feet away. Julie had told herself she should have stormed out, slapped them, done something.
But instead...she had stayed. Her breath had grown heavy, her body hot, her thighs pressed together as Isabel took him deeper and deeper down her throat.
Then there had been Avery.
She could still remember it clearly, Cassius bending her over, taking her in broad daylight, while Julie stood just feet away, cheeks blazing.
