Chapter Seventy-One: Despair
The music shifted.
Something slower. Heavier. The bass thrummed through the floor like a heartbeat.
Sarah watched as people began to move.
A woman in a silver dress slipped the straps off her shoulders. The fabric pooled at her feet. She wore nothing underneath.
Her partner—a man in an expensive suit—unbuttoned his shirt slowly, his eyes locked on hers.
Another couple near the fireplace was already half-naked, hands roaming over each other's bodies with practiced ease.
Sarah's breath caught in her throat.
She looked at David.
His eyes were wide, his face flushed. He was watching a blonde woman peel off her dress, revealing lace lingerie that left nothing to the imagination.
"David—" Sarah started.
But before she could finish, more people began stripping.
Dresses hit the floor. Shirts were unbuttoned. Pants were unzipped.
Within minutes, the room was filled with half-naked bodies.
Some were already touching. Kissing. Grinding against each other.
Sarah's heart pounded.
What are we supposed to do?
No one had told them anything. No one had given them instructions.
She looked around frantically.
Leena was already stepping out of her red dress, her movements graceful and deliberate. She wore black lace underneath—a bra that barely contained her breasts, panties that left nothing to the imagination.
Rider stood beside her, his shirt already unbuttoned, his chest bare.
Marcus was watching Leena with that same predatory smile, his hand already moving to his belt.
Ronald had his partner pressed against the wall, his hand between her thighs.
Sarah felt like she couldn't breathe.
What are we supposed to do?
David's hand moved to her waist.
"I think... I think we're supposed to join in," he said quietly.
Sarah's stomach twisted.
"But no one's told us—"
"I don't think they need to," David said. His voice was strained. Nervous.
Sarah looked around again.
People were pairing off. Some were already having sex—right there in the open.
A woman was on her knees, her mouth wrapped around a man's cock.
Another couple was fucking against the wall, the woman's legs wrapped around the man's waist.
Sarah felt dizzy.
This is really happening.
And then Rider's voice cut through the music.
"Alright, everyone," he said, his tone smooth and commanding. "Let's start with couple time."
Sarah blinked. "Couple time?"
Rider smiled, his eyes sweeping over the room.
"It's simple," he said. "You stay with your partner. You have sex with them. One last time before the swapping begins."
Sarah's stomach dropped.
One last time.
"Think of it as a warm-up," Rider continued. "A way to ease into the night. You can watch others. They can watch you. But for now, you stay with your partner."
He gestured to the center of the room, where a large circular couch had been arranged.
"David, Sarah," Rider said, his smile widening. "Why don't you join us?"
Sarah's legs felt like jelly.
David took her hand and led her toward the couch.
Leena was already there, reclining against the cushions. Her bra was gone now. Her breasts were bare, her nipples hard.
Rider sat beside her, his hand moving to her thigh.
Sarah sat down across from them, David beside her.
The room felt too warm. Too close.
Rider's hand slid higher on Leena's thigh, his fingers brushing against the edge of her panties.
"Go ahead," he said, his eyes on David and Sarah. "Don't be shy."
David's hand moved to Sarah's waist.
She turned to him, trying to focus on his face. On his eyes.
But David was watching Leena.
Rider leaned in and kissed Leena's neck. His hand moved between her thighs, and Leena let out a soft moan.
Sarah felt David's cock harden against her hip.
He's turned on by her.
Sarah tried to push the thought away.
She kissed David, her hand moving to his chest. She could feel his heart pounding.
"Look at me," she whispered.
David's eyes flicked to hers for a moment.
Then they drifted back to Leena.
Leena was spreading her legs now, letting Rider's fingers slide inside her. Her head fell back, her mouth open, her moans filling the room.
David's breathing quickened.
Sarah's hand moved lower, finding the bulge in his pants. She stroked him through the fabric, trying to pull his attention back to her.
"David," she whispered. "Focus on me."
David nodded, but his eyes stayed on Leena.
Sarah felt a knot tighten in her chest.
He doesn't want me. He wants her.
She unzipped his pants and pulled his cock free. It was hard, throbbing in her hand.
She stroked him slowly, her thumb circling the head.
David groaned.
Sarah stood and began to undress.
Her hands were shaking as she unzipped her dress and let it fall to the floor.
She stood there in her black lingerie—the set Leena had given her.
David's eyes finally moved to her.
"You're beautiful," he whispered.
Sarah wanted to believe him.
But when she looked at his face, she could see that his attention was already drifting again.
Sarah climbed onto his lap, straddling him. She pulled her panties aside and guided him inside her.
David's hands moved to her hips, gripping her tightly.
Sarah started to move, rolling her hips, trying to make him feel good. Trying to make him forget about Leena.
Across from them, Rider had Leena on her back now. He was fucking her slowly, his cock sliding in and out of her pussy with deliberate precision.
Leena's moans were louder now. More theatrical.
Sarah knew she was performing. Knew she was putting on a show.
And David was eating it up.
Sarah tried everything.
She leaned forward, pressing her breasts against David's chest. She kissed his neck, his jaw, his lips.
She clenched around him, squeezing his cock with her inner muscles.
She whispered in his ear. "You feel so good inside me. I love you. I love you so much."
But David's hands were loose on her hips. His thrusts were mechanical.
He was there, but he wasn't there.
Sarah felt tears prick her eyes.
She moved faster, desperate now. Desperate to make him see her. To make him feel something.
David's breathing quickened. His grip tightened.
Sarah leaned close to his ear.
She licked it slowly, the way she knew he liked.
David shuddered.
"You like that, daddy?" she whispered.
David's cock twitched inside her.
It's working.
"Yes," he groaned. "Fuck, yes."
Sarah licked his ear again, her tongue tracing the shell.
"Fuck me, daddy," she whispered. "Fuck me hard."
David's hands gripped her hips tighter. He started thrusting up into her, harder now, more focused.
Sarah moaned, her body responding despite everything.
"That's it," she whispered. "Just like that. Don't stop."
David's eyes finally locked on hers.
For a moment, it was just them.
Just Sarah and David.
And then he came.
His cock pulsed inside her, his body shuddering.
Sarah held him close, her chest heaving.
"How was it?" she asked quietly.
David's eyes were still glazed. "Good," he said.
Sarah wanted to say more. Wanted to hold onto this moment.
But before she could speak, she was shoved off David's lap.
She hit the couch hard, her body sprawling.
Leena stood over her, her eyes cold.
"Couple time's over," Leena said, her voice smooth as silk. "It's time for the real party."
Sarah's heart pounded.
Leena leaned down, her lips brushing against Sarah's ear.
"I'm going to fuck David until he can't remember your name," she whispered.
Sarah's blood ran cold.
Why?
Why does she hate me so much?
Sarah tried to speak, tried to protest.
But before she could, she was lifted off the couch.
Rider's arms wrapped around her, pulling her up.
"Come on," he said. "You're getting special treatment."
Sarah's stomach dropped.
"Wait—" she said. "I want to stay with David."
Rider ignored her.
He carried her toward the staircase, his grip firm.
Sarah looked back at David.
David was already kissing Leena, his hands roaming over her body.
He didn't even look at Sarah.
"Rider, please," Sarah said, her voice breaking. "Let me stay downstairs."
Rider's grip tightened.
"You're getting special treatment," he said again. "Trust me. You'll enjoy it."
Sarah's heart pounded.
Special treatment?
Rider carried her up the stairs, down a dimly lit hallway.
He stopped in front of a door and pushed it open.
Inside, Ronald was on the bed, fucking his partner—a blonde woman with her face pressed into the mattress.
Ronald's hands gripped her hips, his cock slamming into her with brutal force.
The woman was moaning, but there was something hollow about it.
Ronald looked up as Rider entered.
His eyes lit up.
"Finally!" he said, grinning.
He pulled out of his partner and kicked her off the bed."Get out," he said. "Go find some other cock."
The woman scrambled to her feet, her face flushed and confused.
She grabbed her clothes and left the room.
Rider tossed Sarah onto the bed.
Sarah's heart was racing.
"What's going on?" she asked, her voice shaking.
Ronald walked toward her, his cock still hard and glistening with his partner's wetness.
"We're having a threesome, obviously," he said.
Sarah's stomach twisted.
"Wait—"
But before she could finish, Rider flipped her onto her hands and knees.
His hand came down hard on her ass.
CRACK.
Sarah gasped. The sting spread across her skin like fire.
"It's the best ass I've tasted since Leena," Rider said, his voice low and hungry. "Even better."
Ronald grinned, stroking his cock as he watched. "I hope she lives up to the hype."
"Oh, she will," Rider said. "Trust me."
Rider positioned himself behind her, his cock pressing against her entrance.
Sarah tried to pull away, but Rider's hands gripped her hips, holding her in place.
He thrust into her hard.
Sarah cried out.
The stretch was immediate. Overwhelming. She could feel every inch of him filling her, the roughness of his hands digging into her flesh.
Ronald moved in front of her, his cock inches from her face.
"Open up," he said.
Sarah shook her head. "Wait—"
Ronald grabbed her hair and shoved his cock into her mouth.
"Just suck, bitch," he said.
The word hit her like a slap.
Bitch.
Not in a playful way. Not in a way that turned her on.
In a way that made her feel small. Worthless.
Sarah's eyes filled with tears.
The taste of him was bitter. Salty. She could taste the remnants of his partner on his cock—the tang of another woman's arousal mixed with his precum.
Before, Rider had always been kind to her. Gentle. Caring.
But this—
This was too much.
"That's it," Ronald said, his grip tightening in her hair. "Take it deeper."
He thrust forward, hitting the back of her throat.
Sarah gagged, her body convulsing.
"She's tight," Rider said from behind her. His voice was thick with pleasure. "Fuck, she's squeezing me."
"Good," Ronald said. "Make her work for it."
Rider's thrusts became harder. Faster. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh filled the room.
Sarah could smell the sex. The sweat. The musk of their bodies.
And yet, despite the horror, despite the tears, her body was responding.
She could feel the pleasure building, mixing with the fear and the shame.
Rider's cock filled her, stretching her, hitting spots that made her gasp around Ronald's cock.
Ronald's cock filled her mouth, choking her, making her gag.
She hated it.
But her body didn't care.
What did Leena say?
"I'm going to fuck David until he can't remember your name."
The words echoed in Sarah's mind as Rider pounded into her.
She's down there with him right now.
She's touching him. Kissing him. Fucking him.
Sarah thought about all the partner swaps they'd done with Rider and Leena.
How they were always initiated by David.
How eager he always looked to fuck Leena.
How his eyes lit up whenever Leena walked into a room.
He's wanted her all along.
And I've been too stupid to see it.
Sarah's mind fractured.
Part of her was here—feeling Rider's cock stretching her pussy, feeling Ronald's cock choking her throat.
But part of her was downstairs.
Watching David.
Watching him choose Leena over her.
I'm losing him.
I'm losing my husband.
I need to get to him before it's too late.
Rider pulled out and flipped her onto her back.
He slid under her, his cock pressing against her pussy.
He thrust up into her, hard and deep.
Sarah moaned despite herself.
The angle was different now. Deeper.
Ronald moved in front of her, his cock pressing against her ass.
"No—" Sarah started.
But Ronald didn't listen.
He pushed into her ass, slow and deliberate.
Sarah screamed.
The pain was sharp, overwhelming. It felt like she was being split in half.
"Fuck, she's awesome," Ronald groaned. "Never had an ass this tight."
"Told you," Rider said, his voice strained. "She's perfect."
But Rider kept thrusting into her pussy, and the pleasure mixed with the pain in a way that made her head spin.
The fullness was unbearable. She could feel both of them inside her, their cocks separated by only a thin wall of flesh.
A few moans escaped her lips.
But her mind was somewhere else.
David's fucking Leena right now.
And he's not thinking about me at all.
Sarah's chest heaved. Tears streamed down her face.
"Look at her," Ronald said, laughing. "She's crying and moaning at the same time."
"She loves it," Rider said. "Don't you, Sarah?"
Sarah didn't respond.
She couldn't.
Every swap we've done, David's been the one to suggest it.
Every time, he's been eager to get his hands on Leena.
And I've just gone along with it because I thought it would make him happy.
But it was never about making him happy.
It was about him wanting her.
The realization hit Sarah like a punch to the gut.
"Stop," Sarah said, her voice breaking. "Please stop."
Rider and Ronald didn't listen.
They kept thrusting, their cocks filling her, using her.
The sound of their grunts mixed with the wet slapping of flesh. The smell of sex was overwhelming—sweat and cum and arousal.
"Stop!" Sarah said louder.
She tried to jump off, tried to pull away.
But Rider's hands gripped her hips, holding her in place.
Ronald laughed.
"Didn't you say she was the best since Leena?" he said to Rider. "Why can't the bitch stay still?"
"She's just overwhelmed," Rider said. His voice was strained. "She'll get used to it."
"Make her get used to it," Ronald said. "Hold her down."
Rider's grip tightened. His fingers dug into her flesh hard enough to bruise.
Sarah's chest heaved.
He tricked me.
Rider tricked me with his nice guy act.
He was never kind. He was never gentle.
He was just setting me up for this.
Sarah felt tears streaming down her face.
She couldn't escape.
She was trapped between them, their cocks filling her, their hands holding her down.
This is what I am to them.
Just a body. Just a hole.
Nothing more.
And then she heard a voice at the door.
"I believe the lady told you guys to stop."
Sarah looked up.
A man stood in the doorway.
He was broad. Tall. Scary-looking.
Tattoos covered his neck and hands—dark ink that looked like it had been done in prison.
And one of his eyes—
One of his eyes was wrong.
Scarred. Clouded. Like someone had fucked it up badly.
Rider looked over and stopped thrusting.
His face twisted with anger.
"You!" he said.
The man stepped into the room, his expression calm.
"What are you doing here?" Rider demanded.
The man smiled faintly.
"I'm here to find you," he said.
Rider pulled out of Sarah and stood, his cock still hard.
"Get out," he said.
The man walked closer, his eyes moving between Rider and Ronald.
"You know," he said, his voice low and dangerous, "it's ironic. I found you in the exact same position as the last orgy."
Rider's jaw tightened.
The man grabbed Ronald by the back of the neck.
Ronald was still thrusting into Sarah's ass, chasing his release.
The man yanked him off her.
Ronald stumbled backward, his cock slipping out.
"What the fuck—" Ronald started.
The man turned to Sarah.
"Leave," he said.
Sarah didn't need to be told twice.
She scrambled off the bed, her legs shaking.
She grabbed her panties and ran out of the room.
***
Sarah stumbled down the stairs, her vision blurred with tears.
She could hear music. Laughter. Moans.
She reached the bottom of the staircase and looked around.
And then she saw him.
David.
He was on the couch in the center of the room.
Leena was riding him, her body moving with practiced precision. Her breasts bounced with each thrust, her head thrown back in exaggerated pleasure.
And Ronald's partner—the blonde woman—was kneeling beside David, her pussy pressed against his face.
David's hands gripped Leena's hips, pulling her down harder.
Sarah could see the white cum on his cock. Could see that he'd already finished inside Leena.
But he was still hard. Still fucking her.
Sarah's stomach lurched.
She ran forward and shoved the blonde woman off David.
The woman yelped, stumbling backward.
David looked up, annoyed.
"What the hell—"
And then he saw Sarah.
His eyes widened.
"Sarah—"
Sarah was sobbing now, her whole body shaking.
"David, please," she said. Her voice was raw. Desperate. "Please. Let's go home. Rider and Leena—they're not the nice people we thought they were.
Leena was still on top of David, her hands on his chest.
"Is that true?" David asked, looking up at Leena.
Leena smiled sweetly.
"Of course not," she said. "Sarah just got a little shy. That's all."
She leaned down and kissed David slowly, deliberately.
Her tongue slipped into his mouth. Her hips rolled, grinding down on his cock.
"Besides," she whispered loud enough for Sarah to hear, "the only way you get that promotion is if you stay."
David's body jerked, his head falling back.
"Stop squeezing," he groaned.
Leena was clenching her pussy around him, milking him, convincing him to stay.
Sarah felt like she was drowning.
"David," she said again. Her voice broke. "Please. We're leaving. Now."
She pushed Leena off and grabbed David's hand.
David pulled his hand away.
"Sarah, stop causing a scene," he said.
Sarah's chest heaved.
She was crying now, her whole body shaking.
"David," she said, her voice breaking. "Please. I'm begging you. Come with me. Choose me. Choose your wife over her."
David looked at her.
For a moment—just a moment—she thought he might choose her.
His eyes softened. His hand moved toward hers.
"Sarah, I—"
But then Leena laid back on the couch.
She spread her legs wide.
She used her fingers to spread her pussy, letting David's cum drip from it.
The white fluid leaked out slowly, obscenely, pooling on the leather beneath her.
"I'll let you do it in any position you want," she said, her voice smooth as silk. Her eyes locked on Sarah's. "Missionary. Doggy. Cowgirl. Whatever you've been fantasizing about."
She smiled—a cruel, mocking smile.
"And I'll get Rider to give you that new car you've always wanted," she continued. "The BMW. The one you've been looking at for months."
David's eyes locked on her.
Sarah watched as his resolve crumbled.
She could see it happening. Could see the moment he made his choice.
"David, please," Sarah whispered. "Don't do this. Don't choose her over me."
David's jaw tightened.
"I'm sorry, Sarah," he said quietly. "I'll see you later."
And then he plunged into Leena.
He fucked her desperately, like he'd never get another chance.
His hands gripped her thighs, spreading her wider. His hips slammed into hers with brutal force.
Leena's moans filled the room.
Sarah stood there, frozen.
She watched as David's body moved.
She watched as Leena's head fell back, her moans filling the room.
She watched as Leena's eyes found hers.
And she saw the mocking smile on Leena's face.
Leena mouthed something.
He's mine now.
Sarah felt something break inside her break. She turned and ran.
Her legs felt like jelly. Her vision was blurred with tears.
She found her dress in a pile near the entrance.
She pulled it on, her hands fumbling with the zipper.
The fabric felt wrong against her skin. Too tight. Too constricting.
She could still feel Rider and Ronald inside her. Could still taste Ronald's cock in her mouth.
She grabbed her purse and stumbled toward the door.
Her hands were shaking so badly she could barely grip the handle.
And then she collided with someone.
Sarah fell backward, hitting the floor hard.
Her palms scraped against the marble. Pain shot through her wrists.
A woman stood over her.
She was tall. Beautiful. Dark-haired.
She wore a tight black dress that hugged her curves. Her makeup was perfect. Her heels were expensive.
She looked down at Sarah with a mixture of amusement and annoyance.
"Looks like you've had a terrible day," the woman said sarcastically.
She reached down and helped Sarah to her feet.
Sarah's legs were shaking.
The woman's grip was firm. Strong.
Up close, Sarah could see that she was stunning. The kind of beautiful that made other women feel inadequate.
The woman studied her for a moment, taking in Sarah's tear-streaked face, her disheveled hair, her trembling hands.
"Rough night?" the woman asked.
Sarah didn't respond.
She couldn't.
The woman's eyes narrowed. "Let me guess. You came here with your husband. He fucked someone else. And now you're running away."
Sarah's breath caught.
How does she know?
The woman smiled faintly. "It's written all over your face."
She released Sarah's arm and stepped back.
"Hey," she said. "Have you seen a tall guy with an ugly eye? We were supposed to come in together, but the asshole fucked me in the car after we parked and then left me like a dick."
Sarah blinked. She didn't respond.
She couldn't.
She was too sad. Too overwhelmed.
She just pushed past the woman and ran to her car.
She got in, her hands shaking so badly she could barely get the key in the ignition.
And then she drove.
Away from the mansion.
Away from David.
Away from everything.