Sarah
Why am I doing this?
I think that, as I allow Vanessa and Mark to lead us to their room at the resort,
This is ridiculous. Absolutely ridiculous. I need to put a stop to this before it gets too far.
But it's as if I lost all my willpower as I watch Mark open the door and motion me in with a sly grin. "Don't look so nervous, Sarah. This is going to be fun, I promise," he says.
I never noticed this before, but something about Mark is off-putting. Or maybe I am just imagining it because I don't really want to do this.
I step into the room, my heart pounding so hard I can feel it in my throat. The room is dimly lit, the bed large and inviting, and I can't help but think of all the things that could happen here. Things I never thought I would do.
Behind me, I hear the door click shut. Matthew brushes past me, his shoulder bumping mine roughly. He doesn't look at me as he moves further into the room.
Vanessa follows, her hand trailing along my arm. "Make yourself comfortable," she purrs.
I swallow hard, my feet rooted to the spot. This is wrong. This isn't me. What am I doing here?
Mark comes up behind me, his hands resting on my hips. "Relax, Sarah," he murmurs, his lips brushing my ear. "We're going to take good care of you."
I shudder, but not from desire. His touch feels wrong, invasive. I glance at Matthew, hoping for… what? Rescue? But he's not even looking at me. He is pouring himself a drink from the mini bar, his back turned to us.
Vanessa starts to unbutton her shirt, her eyes locked on mine. "I've been wanting to do this since I first saw you," she says, her voice low and seductive.
I take a step back, bumping into Mark. "I… I don't think I can do this," I whisper.
Mark's grip on my hips tightens. "Don't be a tease, Sarah. You agreed to this first, remember?"
Panic rises in my throat. I look to Matthew again, desperate. "Matthew…"
He turns then, his eyes meeting mine. For a moment, I see something flash in their depths.
Anger, yes, but also… possessiveness?
He sets his glass down with a loud thunk. "You agreed to do this. Because you wanted to try something new," he said mockingly. "It could be fun. Isn't that what you said, Sarah?"
Goddammit…couldn't he see I did that to spite him? Doesn't he care that I am uncomfortable now?
But, of course, he does not care. Why am I even thinking he would? He hates me. Seeing me uncomfortable is probably the highlight of his day right now.
"Fine. Let's do this then," I breathe.
Vanessa saunters over to Matthew, a seductive sway in her hips. She reaches out, trailing her fingers down his chest, her red nails a stark contrast against his white shirt. "Mmm, you're so tense, Matthew," she purrs. "Let me help you relax."
Her nimble fingers start to unbutton his shirt, slowly revealing his tanned, sculpted chest. She leans in, pressing her lips against his skin, her tongue darting out to taste him. Matthew remains still, his eyes fixed on me, dark and intense.
I watch, transfixed, as Vanessa's hands move lower to the waistband of his jeans. She pops the button open with a flick of her wrist, then slowly lowers the zipper. Her hand slips inside, and Matthew inhales sharply.
"You like that, don't you?" Vanessa murmurs, her voice dripping with lust. She starts to stroke him through his boxers, her movements slow and deliberate.
Matthew's jaw clenches, his hands fisting at his sides. But he doesn't stop her. He doesn't push her away.
My heart is pounding, and I am so angry that I want to cry. I should look away, but I can't. It's like watching a car crash in slow motion.
Vanessa tugs Matthew's jeans down, letting them pool around his ankles. She sinks to her knees, looking up at him through her lashes. "I want to suck your big cock," she whispers.
"Then do," Mathew says curtly. "I'm sure Sarah will love that."
She pulls his boxers down, freeing his erection. It springs up, hard and thick, and Vanessa licks her lips. She wraps her hand around the base, then leans in, taking him into her mouth.
Matthew doesn't make any noise but his head falls back. His hands tangle in her hair, guiding her movements. She bobs her head, taking him deeper, and the wet sounds of her sucking fill the room.
I feel sick. Angry. Betrayed.
Just this morning, it was me who was pleasuring him. I am his wife. I have every right to. Vanessa has no right! I want to yank her by the hair and throw her across the room.
But before I can do or say anything, Mark's hands are on me, sliding under my bikini top, cupping my breasts. "Doesn't that look hot?" he whispers in my ear. "Imagine how good it would feel, Sarah. My wife is sucking your husband's cock while I fuck you from behind."
I shudder, revulsion crawling up my spine. This is wrong. All of it.
Mark's hands slide around my waist, pulling me back against his chest. His fingers trace patterns on my skin, leaving trails of goosebumps in their wake.
"Sarah," he breathes, his voice husky with desire. "Turn around."
I hesitate, my body stiff with tension. But I know Matthew is watching. I can feel his gaze burning into me, even as Vanessa continues her ministrations on him. Slowly, I turn in Mark's arms, coming face to face with him.
His eyes are dark, pupils dilated with lust. And then his lips are on mine, wet and demanding. He kisses me like he's starving for it like he wants to devour me whole. His tongue sweeps into my mouth, tangling with mine.
I feel nauseous.
I know I shouldn't be doing this. I know it's wrong. But there's a part of me, a dark, twisted part, that wants to make Matthew jealous. That wants to hurt him the way he hurts me.
So I kiss Mark back, my hands coming up to tangle in his hair. He groans into my mouth, his hands tightening on my waist.
From the corner of my eye, I can see Matthew watching us. His face is flushed, his eyes hooded as Vanessa works him over with her mouth. But his gaze is locked on me, intense and unwavering.
He looks really angry.