Tuesday Temptations

Chapter 1: Unwelcome Homecoming

Jerry’s key turned in the lock earlier than expected, the weight of the past month dragging his shoulders down. The memory of Sue’s assault by those four bastards—Phil, Greg, Lenny, and Bob—still clawed at his mind, a raw wound that refused to heal. The house was eerily quiet as he stepped inside, expecting to find Sue curled up with a book or lost in her thoughts. Instead, a rhythmic thumping echoed from upstairs, accompanied by low, guttural moans that sliced through the silence like a blade. His stomach churned. Suspicion flared hot and bitter in his chest.

He climbed the stairs, each step heavier than the last, the sounds growing louder, more unmistakable. Sue’s voice—his Sue—spilled through the cracked bedroom door, a mix of gasps and sharp cries that twisted something primal in him. Pushing the door open, the scene hit him like a punch: Sue, naked and glistening with sweat, was at the center of a tangle of limbs. Phil, Greg, Lenny, and Bob surrounded her, their hands and bodies claiming her in ways that made Jerry’s vision blur with rage—and something darker.

‘Well, look who’s home early,’ Sue drawled, her voice dripping with a casual heat as she glanced over her shoulder at him, not missing a beat. Her eyes sparkled with a wicked challenge, her body arching into Phil’s touch as if to punctuate her words. ‘Didn’t expect a show, did you, hon?’

Jerry’s jaw clenched, his fists balling at his sides. ‘What the hell is this, Sue? These are the same assholes who—’

‘Who what?’ she cut in, sharp as a whip, sitting up slightly, her breasts heaving as she caught her breath. Greg’s hand lingered on her thigh, and she didn’t push it away. ‘Who gave me what I needed after that night? Yeah, Jerry, they did. And guess what? It’s Tuesday. This is what Tuesdays are now.’

‘Tuesdays?’ His voice cracked, disbelief warring with the heat creeping up his neck. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from her—her skin flushed, her lips parted, the sheer audacity of her owning every inch of this moment.

‘Every damn Tuesday,’ Bob chimed in with a smirk, his hand sliding over Sue’s hip as he leaned back, utterly unashamed. ‘Your lady’s got a hell of an appetite. You gonna watch, or you joining the party?’

‘Fuck you,’ Jerry spat, but his feet stayed rooted to the floor. His gaze flicked to the bedside table, where their wedding photo sat mockingly beside a tangle of leather straps and lube. The juxtaposition burned his eyes, yet he couldn’t look away from Sue—her strength, her unapologetic pleasure as Lenny’s fingers traced her curves, making her gasp again.

‘Don’t be such a prude, Jerry,’ Sue teased, her voice a sultry purr as she locked eyes with him, daring him to react. ‘You’re hard already, aren’t you? I can see it from here. Come closer. Or run. Your call.’

Her words stung, slicing through his shame and igniting a fire he didn’t want to acknowledge. He felt the bulge in his jeans, the betrayal of his own body, as her moans grew sharper, more insistent. Behind her, Greg and Phil moved in sync, their hands and bodies pushing her limits, and her cries shifted—raw, hungry, dripping with ecstasy. Jerry’s breath hitched, his mind screaming to flee while his feet refused to budge.

‘That’s it, boys,’ Sue gasped, her voice a command, not a plea, as she gripped the sheets, her body trembling with anticipation. ‘Don’t stop. Let him see what he’s missing.’

Jerry’s heart pounded, sweat beading on his brow as the air thickened with the scent of lust. He couldn’t handle it—the sight of her, so powerful, so untamed, her pussy wet and ready, the men around her panting, horny, their cocks hard and unyielding. His own arousal clawed at him, a shameful ache, as he stumbled back, the doorframe catching his shoulder. He had to get out before he lost himself completely to the heat of it all.