Two weeks had passed since that fateful afternoon when Nathan had taken it out on her. Much to Emma's dismay, their routine had resumed as usual. And the next time they were intimate, it was quiet. Far too quiet.

Meanwhile, she had no news of Sebastian, and Nathan no longer spoke of Léa, which came as a relief to her. Under normal circumstances, she would have dug for answers, but in this particular situation, it suited her just fine, and she made no attempt to understand Nathan’s sudden lack of interest in them.

But that morning, just after Nathan had left for work and she was getting ready to go through her little morning ritual, a cup of Earl Grey tea while listening to the Neoni album, her phone vibrated.

She didn't recognize the number but turned pale upon reading the message: "Emma, ​​call me back. It's very important AND urgent. Léa"

She stood motionless in front of the phone, wondering if she should actually call back. The best thing to do was probably to ignore it and get on with her life, but the message had piqued her curiosity.

After hesitating and taking a few sips of her tea, she decided to make the call.

Léa answered in a cheerful voice: "Ah, Emma! I was sure you’d call me back soon."

"Um, yeah... it sounded important. Who... sorry... What can I do for you?"

"I need you to keep your evening free tonight and come over to the house," she replied, still in that same cheerful tone.

"Tonight? You’re catching me a bit off guard, plus, I don’t know if Nathan will be avail..."

"No, we’re only inviting you. Not Nathan."

The use of "we" and the fact that she wasn't inviting Nathan made no sense.

"I don't understand."

"Sebastian and I want to see you, not Nathan."

Emma didn't know how to respond, taken aback by the situation.

"To be clearer: you can invite him, but I’m not sure you’ll want to," Léa continued with that same cheerful air, though it was starting to feel out of sync with the turn the conversation was taking.

"Why?"

"You know why... Emma," Léa replied simply, her voice a little more serious.

Emma felt her head spin and the ground open up beneath her feet.

Faced with the long silence that followed, Léa finally said, "You can either come over tonight, or we can come to your place. I’m sending you our address. 7:00 PM sharp. Love you, sweetie." She said it with a tone that tried to sound cheerful but wasn't at all, Emma had just realized that. The arm holding the phone to her ear slowly lowered, and she finally let it drop casually onto the desk.

"Fuck..." she breathed to herself.

~oOo~

"Aurore asked me out tonight. I know it's last minute, you don't mind?"

Nathan, who had just put down his things, shrugged.

"No, no problem. I'll manage to keep myself busy, you know."

Emma looked him up and down; he was the man of her life, her rock, her beacon. Why on earth had she felt the need to risk everything just to exact revenge for a story from nearly ten years ago?

"I’m going to order dinner for myself, since I assume you’ll be having dinner with your girlfriends. Should I wait up for you?"

Emma didn't know what to say. Honestly, she didn't have the answer, as she didn't know what lay ahead. "No, don't wait for me. I don't think I'll be back late, but just in case, don't stay up."

Nathan smiled and kissed her forehead, as he usually did. Emma closed her eyes, savoring that protective, enveloping tenderness. "Keep me posted, okay?" he added, pulling her into his arms.

"Promised," she replied in a low voice.

~oOo~

It was 6:57 p.m. She had arrived, her heart pounding wildly.

Emma was dressed in a classic style. She wore a simple black dress, fitted just enough to accentuate her figure without looking provocative, featuring a round neckline, three-quarter-length sleeves, and a hemline that fell just above the knee. Over it, she wore a long, light-beige coat, left open, which contrasted with her red hair.

She looked up at the building’s façade, then closed her eyes. Her fingers tightened around the strap of her bag. She took one breath, then another. Opening her eyes again and feeling her courage return, she decided to press the building's doorbell.

"Come up, fourth floor, door on the right," said Léa's voice, sounding slightly robotic due to the speaker quality.

A few moments later, she was there, in the entrance hall of an apartment she had never seen before. Léa greeted her with her usual cheerful air. However, the sight of Sebastian sitting in the living room with a somber expression made Emma feel a twinge of anxiety.

"What am I doing here?" she thought. "I never should have come."

Léa was wearing an outfit that was both sexy and elegant. Sebastian was also impeccably dressed; despite the situation, Emma couldn't help but look him over admiringly.

"Okay, Emma, ​​let's not waste time. Do you know why you're here?"

Even though she had a pretty good idea, she still managed a timid, "N... no."

"You're here because you sucked my husband off. And from what I gather, you're really, really good at it."

Emma felt tears welling up in her eyes. "Léa, I..."

"Oh, no, no, sweetheart," she said, moving closer with a comforting air. "I'm not mad at you," she added, gently cupping Emma's face and planting a soft kiss on her lips.

"Sebastian confessed everything to me, you know," she said, keeping her forehead pressed against Emma's and her hands on her cheeks. "Even before that little blowjob of yours, Sebastian was always thinking about you."

She pulled back and turned her head toward Sebastian. "I could always tell there was a part of him that was somewhere else that didn't belong to me."

Sebastian lowered his head slightly and gave a small shake. Then she turned back to Emma. "That is precisely why I need your help."

"W-what do you mean?"

"What I mean, my dear," she said, placing a hand on the back of her neck and pulling her in until their foreheads touched, "is that I need you to help him get you out of his system."

Emma said nothing, unsure if she understood.

"I need him to fuck you. No. I need him to use you, ruin you, destroy you. I need him to mark every square inch of your skin, to do everything possible with you, with your slut's body, so that he no longer feels the need to do anything with you."

As she spoke, she slid a hand inside her dress to reach her soaking-wet core, slipping a finger inside.

Then she added, "I need him to finish the game he started 8 years ago," before running her tongue along Emma's neck.

Emma gasped, a sound of both surprise and ecstasy escaping her lips. "Oh God..."

Léa turned back to Sebastian without letting go of Emma. "Oh, my love, she’s so ready for you—she’s soaking wet. Come here."

Sebastian stood up, seemingly reluctantly, and stepped closer. "Listen, Léa, you really ought to stop..."

"No, you stop," she snapped. "We talked about this; we agreed. You told me in detail everything you wanted to do to her, and now you’re going to do it. Right in front of me. Just to make sure you see it through to the end."

She turned back to Emma, ​​having just slid a second finger inside her. "As for you, you’re going to help us out—you’re going to push your limits. He’s going to fuck your mouth, your pussy, and your ass. Hard and rough. And he’ll cum wherever he wants. Maybe even in all three holes, if he’s up for it."

Léa was now expertly caressing Emma’s clitoris; Emma’s mouth hung wide open, her eyes glazed over.

"And you’re going to take it all, just like the good little slut you are. In exchange, Nathan won’t find out a thing," she added.

Emma was so aroused by this point that Léa’s barely veiled threat had little impact on the fact that she was going to give in.

She turned back to Sebastian. "Where do you want to start, my love? And remember, don't hold back. If you love me, I want you to give it your all and convince me you're ready to go to the end so we can move on."

Sebastian’s dark air remained, but there was something else in his gaze. Excitement. And a predatory edge.

"Her mouth," he finally said simply.

"A very, very good choice, my love. I can't wait to see the technique you've raved about so much."

She turned to Emma and said in an authoritative tone, "Did you hear my husband? Get on your knees."

Grabbing Emma’s hair, she tightened her grip and forced her down onto her knees. The hard floor was uncomfortable, but at that moment, Emma wasn't really thinking anymore.

"Open."

Emma opened her mouth, and Léa thrust in three fingers from her other hand; Emma naturally began to suck on them.

The scene was incredibly erotic, and Sebastian was beginning to feel tight in his trousers.

"Honey, what are you waiting for? She’s not going to get fucked all by herself, you know."

Without taking his eyes off Emma, ​​Sebastian undid his belt with a swift movement and pulled out his already-hard cock. Léa slid her hand, coated in Emma’s saliva, along her husband’s shaft, while using her other hand to gently but firmly guide Emma’s head so that her lips met the tip of her husband’s cock.

"I’m going to do my absolute best to make sure you use her to the fullest. To take everything she has to give, squeeze her dry, down to the last drop," she said, firmly gripping her husband’s cock with one hand while slowly pushing Emma’s head down with the other.

The sight of his wife impaling Emma’s mouth onto his member, combined with that enveloping sensation, made him go weak for a moment.

Once well engaged, Léa let go of his cock to wrap her arms around her husband's neck and kiss him passionately. Feeling two passionate, loving female tongues - one against his own and the other tracing the length of his cock - gave him a sensation unlike anything he had ever known.

"I love you. Watch closely and enjoy every moment," Léa whispered before kneeling behind Emma, ​​pressing her chest against Emma's back. She whispered, "That's it, you're almost there," into Emma's ear, maintaining the pressure while looking her husband straight in the eyes.

The moment he felt Emma’s delicate nose brush against his groin, he couldn't help but mutter, "Oh my fucking god," as he tilted his head back. Her tightness and suction were enough to bring him to orgasm. He knew that if he kept watching the scene, he wouldn't last more than a few seconds. On top of that, the constant vibrations of Emma’s moans against his cock, surely caused by his wife’s methodical movements against Emma's clit, threatened to push him over the edge at any moment.

Then he felt two soft hands, his wife’s, gently take his own and place them on Emma’s hair.

"Look at us."

Sebastian looked, albeit somewhat reluctantly. Almost.

"We have the whole evening, my love, and I want to make sure you get everything you want. So go ahead, indulge yourself, that’s what she’s here for. We both know you’re capable of recovering quickly."

Sebastian knew he had passed the point of no return, so he might as well enjoy it without holding back any longer. His fingers clenched in Emma’s wavy red hair as he began to thrust powerfully. A satisfied Léa leaned down to Emma’s ear. "This time, you aren't the one sucking him off; he's the one fucking your mouth," she whispered, sliding three fingers into Emma’s soaking wet pussy.

Emma came hard, letting out a long moan that triggered Sebastian’s own climax. He thrust deep into her mouth, emptying himself in rhythmic spurts.

He pulled away, breathless, as a final spurt splashed against Emma’s lips.

Sebastian stood over Emma, who stayed on her knees, flushed, eyes closed, catching her breath as best she could.

"Go sit down, my love, and get your strength back."

Sebastian didn't even try to protest; he was happy to sit for a few moments, though he never once took his eyes off the two women in the middle of the living room, beginning to savor the unique moment he was experiencing.

Léa suddenly grabbed Emma by the hair and yanked it back viciously, forcing her head up; Emma gasped.

"So? Did you enjoy the taste of my husband's cum in your mouth?"

With her head reeling and unable to think straight, Emma gave a natural, shy "yes."

Sebastian felt a stir in his cock, confirming that the next round wasn't far off.

She was roughly forced to her knees by her hair; Léa’s other hand immediately began to play with her still-sensitive sex, while her thumb worked directly on her other opening.

Emma was breathing heavily; the hair not held in Léa’s grip was disheveled, with strands beginning to stick to her forehead from the sweat.

"You need to understand that nothing will be denied to my husband tonight. He’s fucked your mouth, but he’s going to fuck your pussy, your ass, your tits, any part of you that strikes his fancy. He needs to get you out of his system, and you need to do the same."

Sebastian’s cock was fully hard again. That brief verbal exchange had banished all fatigue from his body; even he was surprised by how quickly he had recovered.

Léa looked at him with a mischievous smile. "What are you waiting for?"

Emma was on all fours in front of him, facing away. Léa had already lifted her skirt and removed her panties, making her "ready to be used." Emma was trembling with excitement, Sebastian could tell, even without seeing her face.

He stood up and walked toward them with a confident, masculine stride. Léa stopped him along the way. "Wait."

He looked at her, taken aback.

"She didn't clean you up properly," she said with a small smile, before running her tongue over the area between the base of his cock and his balls, where a bit of semen had dried. He naturally rested his hand on his wife's head. She seemed a little too intent, and a little too passionate, for the task of merely "cleaning him up," but the moment was pleasant and reminded him how lucky he was to have a woman like her.

She pulled back. "You can go now. And remember: fuck her the way you would have wanted to back then. Don't hold back. Have no regrets."

He knelt behind Emma, ​​leaving a bit too much distance between them. Then, he grabbed her hips and yanked her sharply back against him, eliciting a gasp from her.

After hastily positioning his cock at her entrance, he thrust inside her in one smooth, deep motion. She was so slick that there was no resistance at all. He felt her muscles contract around him once he was fully buried within her. It was her silent way of saying she welcomed his presence inside her.

"You know, Nathan was convinced you were fucking my husband. To comfort him, I offered him a mind-blowing blowjob. He turned it down. I guess he’s more moral than you are. If only the poor guy knew," she whispered in her ear.

This sentence, which should have infuriated Emma, ​​only aroused her further. She could feel her nipples hardening completely.

Sebastian began to thrust somewhat roughly, eliciting a small cry from her each time he drove deep inside her. But it clearly wasn't intense enough for Léa, who ordered him: "Fuck her harder. You aren't fucking a girl you love. She's just a wonderful toy here for your pleasure. And mine."

She moved closer to Sebastian, who was watching her with a mix of irritation and arousal. "And know this: whatever you do to her, you can do to me, and right now, I’ll do whatever you want."

He grabbed Léa’s hair firmly with one hand while keeping the other on Emma’s hips, continuing to fuck her.

"Less talk, more action. You told me only my pleasure mattered tonight. Maybe it's time you got to it," he said coldly.

Tilting her head back with a wicked, crooked smile, she gave a slightly insolent "Yes, Sir" before sliding beneath Emma, ​​positioning her face right at her husband’s cock. She propped herself up on her elbows so her mouth could reach his balls, which she began to lick lovingly.

Sebastian paused his thrusting to savor the caress and the heat of Emma’s sex. Frustrated by the break, Emma tried to pull back so she could impale herself more deeply on him.

Sebastian then grabbed Emma’s hair to pull her toward him. She opened her mouth, her breath coming in short, aroused gasps.

"I’m the one fucking you, not the other way around. Is that clear?" he said coldly.

"Yes, Sir," Emma replied in turn.

"Good girls. You’re finally where you belong: submissive and devoted to my pleasure."

He began to fuck Emma brutally, without restraint, so much so that Léa struggled to keep up with her mouth. She ultimately chose to position her tongue right at the entrance to Emma’s sex, letting Sebastian take his pleasure with them at whatever pace he desired. Every now and then, Léa’s tongue would stray to Emma’s clitoris, making her moan a little louder, which only heightened Sebastian’s arousal, spurring him to go harder. Emma’s mind was completely blank now, her brain shut down by the relentless surges of pleasure hormones flooding her body; she had lost count of how many orgasms she had experienced.

She felt a finger slide into her other opening. She tried to speak, but no sound came out. Then, she tried again, "I..."

"Shut up, now isn't the time to talk," he said, pulling back and positioning himself at her tightest hole.

"I've dreamed of fucking your ass for so long," he said before beginning to slide inside. Emma’s body was perfectly relaxed, and Sebastian’s cock was heavily lubricated, so it didn't take much effort for him to bury himself deep within her.

Emma said nothing more. Her eyes were half-closed, her mouth open in an almost perfect 'O', and her breathing shallow.

Léa extricated herself and finished undressing.

"It’s time I, too, benefited from the skills you’ve raved about so much," she said before lying down in front of Emma, ​​legs spread, and guiding Emma’s head toward her sex. Emma’s tongue instinctively darted out and began its work.

"Oh, fuck," Léa sighed despite herself. "Now I get it."

Sebastian chuckled as he continued to fuck her hard. Léa didn't take long to climax, followed shortly by Sebastian.

As for Emma, ​​she had long since lost herself in the depths of pleasure.

~oOo~

Sebastian was dressed again, sitting in the living room armchair, leaning forward with his elbows resting on his knees and his hands clasped.

Emma was standing near the entrance, head bowed; she, too, was dressed again. It was nearly 10 pm.

Léa, meanwhile, was finishing getting dressed in front of the living room mirror, humming to herself as she looked at her reflection, as if nothing had happened, which only made it worse.

Once she had adjusted her clothes and finished checking her reflection, she turned as if about to leave, then turned toward Emma.

"So, I guess we can say that's settled it? Clean slate?"

Sebastian didn't dare look at Emma, ​​keeping his gaze fixed on his hands.

Emma didn't reply; without lifting her head, she took small steps, slowly approaching the armchair under Léa's surprised and suspicious gaze.

Sebastian saw Emma enter his field of vision, or at least, the lower part of her, from her feet up to her waist.

And, unexpectedly, she held out a trembling hand.

Sebastian felt goosebumps rise and slowly lifted his head. His eyes met Emma's; she radiated infinite tenderness and emotion, with tears seemingly on the verge of spilling over.

"Clean slate?" she said softly.

Flustered by such emotion, Sebastian placed his palm against hers and gave it a gentle squeeze before replying, "Clean slate."

Emma then turned abruptly and walked away briskly before slamming the door.

When she had turned away from him, he could have sworn he saw a tear.

"Clean slate," he repeated to himself.

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