Chapter 4: Discovery
Irritation radiated off of him in visible waves; disturbing intimacy was the last thing anyone wanted. He silenced the suspecting instrument of disruption, casting it aside carelessly onto the velvet upholstery of the hotel room's couch.
Nathan's eyes turned back to Amanda, who patiently lay ready to receive him. Like a predator eyeing his prize, his gaze slid over her supple form, taking in the most intimate details of their connection; lingering on her bountiful bosom and curving hips, delineated in the heart of shadows.
"You seem quite distracted, Nathan," Amanda purred, her fingers grazing along his thigh, "Perhaps I should make you forget about your troubles."
Nathan feigned surprise, shooting her a charming albeit incomplete smile, feeling the tips of his lips betray his true desires.
"Oh, don't worry about her. The only thing I can focus on right now is how good it feels to have you grasp me tightly, just like this."
His voice drifted into a husky croon, each word seducing her further into their hidden cocoon of passion.
His hands reached up to grip her neck with tender strength, guiding her down to the soft leather of the nearby couch. The mere sensation of him reverently touching her, while barely dressed, set her heart rate skittering against her ribcage.
Amanda could only utter a breathy giggle, her cheeks flushing a deeper shade of crimson, as she straddled Nathan. Responding expectantly, he nudged his growing dick between the parted lips of her slick pussy.
She lowered herself onto him with her breath coming in hot, heady gasps; they met with a sigh. He filled her completely, her insides clutching him gently as she rose and fell in the moonlight, the tight globes of her ass rising and falling before settling back against the sleek curve of his thighs. As Amanda started to bounce on his hard cock, Nathan passionately kissed her, tasting the faint lingering flavor of cigarettes on her breath.
A primal growl escaped Nathan's lips, his hands gripping her gently rounded hips. Her pussy fit him like a glove, tight and wet, squeezing him firmly as she drove herself down along the length of his shaft. With each upward motion, her slickness allowed him to slide effortlessly between her folds before they descended with a plop, deliciously engulfing him once more.
Nathan reached up, capturing her dusky nipples between thumb and forefinger, exerting the slightest pressure, eliciting a gasp of pleasure.
Meanwhile, the monotonous tone of a mobile phone's ringtone tried its best to break the overwhelming carnal atmosphere in the room. Yet, the ardent duo persevered, successfully maintaining their scandalous rhythm, locked in a session of uninhibited, salacious lovemaking, bordering on forbidden.
Tendrils of a scandalous desire wound through them, fueling their lusty performance. The disembodied ringing lingered like an intrusive ghost at the edge of their consciousness, teetering on the periphery alongside the more mundane aspects of their lives passing by outside this stolen moment.
Nathan was instinctively nudging the cellphone away with his foot, not daring to break the devastating rhythm that consumed their every thought. In the throes of unabashed passion, the couple barely registered their phones' transgression until the gravelly timbre of Sarah's sleepy voice filtered through the small speaker.
By accident, the phone got answered; Sarah was on the other end, and in those beginning moments, she heard the low moaning exhale of her husband Nathan and the fervent whinny of her own mother, Amanda. Their intimate exchanges as raw whispers of need melded with the thick and heady haze of their passionate love-making only amplified in the small chamber of the sumptuously decorated hotel room.
Unaware that Sarah could hear them, Amanda cried out, her breathless words practically dripping with desire, "Oh Nathan, harder! Yes, just like that! You feel so good in me; you're the only one who can truly make me feel alive. You can breed me, darling; only you can make such beautiful babies with me."
Fueled by both the announcement of such life-changing consequences along with the increased tempo of Amanda's riding him like a woman possessed, Nathan could barely contain his excitement. Her sensuality hijacked his senses, consuming him entirely as she took control with such voracious hunger. Her wet, slickened walls gripped him desperately, milking the hard length of his shaft driving him deliriously wild.
Amanda's long, dirty black hair cascaded around her shoulders, her dark eyes reflecting her wet desires as she writhed atop Nathan.
Sarah's ears burned as an uncomfortable cocktail of shock and disgust bubbled within her; apparently, even the imagined debauchery of her closest kinous relationship was far too graphic for her tastes.
Sarah's grasp tightened on the phone until her knuckles turned milk-white. Her quavering voice mirrored the dark storm building behind her eyes. _"What the fuck is going on there?!"_ Utter disbelief stabbed through her heart. Each begged-for thrust of his cock into Amanda ricocheted through her skull.
Her mother's demonic cackle answered a simple question. _"You fiend! You utter cretin! You disgusting, bastardized excuse for a human being!"_ Having barely processed the information, Sarah struggled to reconcile what she had witnessed through her smartphone's speaker.
Her mother's obscene suggestions coupled with Nathan's loud groans conjured up images she never wished to imagine—an explosion of betrayal obliterating the once peaceful notion of family she'd previously held dear. _
_ Sarah's rapid heartbeat echoed through the cavernous silence in her apartment as she tried to gather her tattered thoughts. Panic coursed through her veins, mingling with the electric shock of realization.
Sarah's heartbeat drummed in her ears as she lingered on the other line, straining to interpret any further torrid details between the feverish moans and gasps of air. One voice in particular stood out more than any other, dripping with carnal satisfaction and pure erotic want. Nathan's familiar cadence echoed through the phone, now bearing a heavy burden of shame that would change everything between them.
"Sarah, I'm about to--" Nathan stammered, barely coherent as his breathing grew heavier. The huskiness to his tone stoked the flames of Amanda's intense desire; she shamelessly goaded and begged for his pending release, her voice reverberating off his muscular, sweat-drenched form.
But the phone in Sarah's trembling hand told a tale of deceit and sedition.
It conveyed the sounds of Nathan's final, choked gasps as he reached the pinnacle of pleasure, piercing Amanda's depths with a final, fevered thrust. Their slick bodies slapped together in a symphony of sin, their mingled cries of ecstasy ringing in her ears.
"Oh, God, Amanda...Fuck...I'm cumming!" Nathan shouted into the receiver. He bucked wildly as he erupted, his release triggering another surge of passion in Amanda.
She whimpered as she matched his thrusts, the hot, sticky lash of his ejaculate filling her like a primal brand searing her insides with his essence.
As the aftermath washed over them, Nathan sunk back onto the plush velvet couch, Amanda straddling him as he struggled to catch his breath. Sarah's tortured screams still lingered in the air, tinging the atmosphere with bittersweet sorrow and pain.
"Oh, God, what have we done?" Nathan muttered hoarsely, his fingers playing with Amanda's damp hair.
His heart was pounding, and his breath still came in ragged gasps.
"What have we done?"
he repeated, disbelief tinging his voice.
The taste of salt lingered on Amanda's lips, her own orgasm still sending shivers down her spine.
She smiled softly at Nathan.
"We've made something magical, my love," she murmured, planting a gentle kiss on his lips.
The sweetness of the moment was interrupted by the harsh sound of a phone hitting the floor, shattering into pieces.
Sarah stood in the doorway, her chest heaving, tears streaming down her cheeks, her knuckles white around the broken phone.
Her voice shook, "How could you?
Both of you?
Mom?
Dad?