She Used Me for a Dare… Now I Own Her Mother Chapter 376: The Other Side of Loyalty

"Despite having such a beautiful wife," Tisha murmured softly, her fingers idly tucking away a damp, sweat-matted lock of hair from her brow. "He’s forever roaming like a lost hound, hunting for bits of flesh."

Heena remained unmoved. Surprisingly, no surge of wounded pride or burst of fury struck her.

Rather, a chill, profound sense of liberation flooded through her.

It felt like the ease of a captive hearing another voice confirm the existence of her prison bars.

At last, someone recognized the reality of her union... the empty quiet and the famished disregard.

"He doesn’t... deserve you, Heena." Tisha sighed, her words cracking as Alex moved behind her.

His palms gripped her thighs, hoisting them with casual dominance, slinging her legs across his shoulders while he settled once more between them.

No delay marked his actions... no asking or halt for consent.

He pressed into her, his lips claiming her anew with a devoted, devouring fervor that turned the prior rhythm into mere prelude.

"Ahh — there... right there — slower..."

Tisha’s head lolled backward, her back bowing away from the cushion, nails digging into the leather while his tongue assaulted her with merciless accuracy.

"Annnhh... God—you always... you always know exactly where—"

Her speech melted away. The phrase abandoned words entirely, morphing into a slick, fractured cry that soared higher.

Tisha’s attention left Heena completely, her head falling back as she yielded fully to the lips buried between her legs, lost in utter, clumsy rapture like a woman oblivious to the world.

Heena occupied the driver’s seat, her form angled toward them.

Her gaze stayed wide, unwavering, locked on the spectacle in the back with the intense, panting fixation of someone witnessing her secret desires unfold in real time.

She hid it no longer.

Shame had incinerated itself amid the groans and the roadside stop. Replacing it was something fiercer... a famine so desperate it ignored all decorum.

She observed her eternally composed coworker’s curved form, absorbing the ecstatic, fractured look on Tisha’s features with growing, intense jealousy.

Heena couldn’t recall the last time such bliss had touched her.

She rummaged through recollections... fifteen years of wedlock... and discovered emptiness.

Sterling’s caresses had never evoked that look on her. Not once, even at the start. Not even during her love for him.

’Or perhaps,’ a sharp, bitter realization stabbed her, ’he was never able to deliver it.’

She damned him inwardly... the husband who’d abandoned her to wither in a frigid bed as he chased kingdoms in other women’s arms.

Her sight lowered to Alex.

He immersed himself in the act, his jaw clenching with steady, relentless force.

Then, sensing her intense regard, his eyes lifted.

Spotting her stare, a languid, shadowy grin spread across his mouth. He refused to glance away, pinning her with piercing insight instead.

It was the gaze of a man who pierced beyond her surface... affirming he grasped her deepest yearnings, her deprivation, and her burning wish to swap places with Tisha.

His lips persisted. His tempo held firm.

He maintained eye contact.

Then he ramped up the ferocity.

His speed surged... purposeful, fierce, a clear heightening directed not solely at the woman under his mouth but squarely at the observer up front.

"Oh my god... Alex... slow down... you’ll kill me..." Tisha wailed, her tone splintering into a shrill, desperate keen.

Her hips jerked wildly against the seat, hands plunging into his hair, gripping desperately as the onslaught risked shattering her.

Yet Alex refused to ease off. He grew even more savage, his jaw locked in a firm, unyielding angle.

Amid Tisha’s wild hair tangle and her thrashing form, his stare remained fixed on Heena. Shadowy. Steadfast.

Devouring Tisha while eyeing Heena, as if declaring: ’This is my skill. This is how it appears. And your turn awaits.’

The sight struck Heena like a tangible blow... a rush of fire exploding in her core and pooling hotly between her thighs, forcing a sharp inhale.

Her legs clamped shut in instinctive, frantic compression, yet the squeeze only amplified the torment.

Tisha clamped her eyes closed, knuckles whitening on the seat fabric, hips twitching without control.

Heena sensed it too. As though his tongue caressed her. As if those shadowed eyes peering from Tisha’s thighs gazed from her own. The illusory touch felt so real, so urgent, her hips rocked subtly in the front seat.

A faint, unwitting roll against the leather that sparked a keen jolt of delight through her center, compelling her to sink teeth into her knuckle.

Her panties were soaked. The wetness seeped, cloth adhering to untouched flesh for months, now igniting as if every fiber awaited this signal to ignite.

Witnessing a man ravage another woman ignited her body as if it were her own violation.

And stopping was impossible.

***

Heena drowned so deeply in the blaze before her that the motion escaped her notice until too late.

Tisha’s palm... quivering, slick... extended between the seats to cup Heena’s bosom firmly.

Heena’s air exploded from her lungs in one fierce gust.

The contact held no force. Nor hesitation. It was the assured, aware pressure from a woman who’d observed another’s collapse for twenty minutes.

Tisha’s thumb grazed the rigid tip bulging through Heena’s blouse material.

The spark raced up Heena’s spine, locking her frame rigid.

"Look at these," Tisha breathed, tone rasped but gaze keen. "So stiff, Heena. You’re already there. Your body chose for you when we stopped the car."

Heena’s palm shot upward—pure reflex, ingrained habit from decades of upholding limits.

Fingers encircled Tisha’s wrist.

Yet she failed to shove it off.

Her grasp merely lingered. Clutched around Tisha’s wrist.

"It’s only your thoughts holding back," Tisha cooed, digits kneading, gauging Heena’s swollen need. "But your flesh... your flesh begs for contact from someone who hasn’t erased you from memory."

Tisha’s fingers delved firmer, and Heena’s skull thumped the headrest, lids drifting closed. A shaky breath fled her—a deep, fractured noise devoid of Sterling’s polish. In that exhale, the poised professor from the lounge perished.

"Show her, Alex," Tisha ordered, voice sinking to a throaty, pulsing lilt as attention returned to the figure between her thighs. "Reveal to my friend what she’s lost playing ’faithful wife’ to that scum."

Tisha reclined, frame curving into Alex’s unceasing assault, stare boring into Heena’s wrecked visage.

Beyond savoring, she flaunted it, hawking the primal, bodily command of her handler.

"He is so good, Heena... he’s a revelation. He’ll erase Sterling’s name from your mind before nightfall." Tisha unleashed a ragged groan, pelvis grinding in wild loops.

"Forget that worthless spouse of yours. He never merited the woman you’ve become. While you withered in that icy home, he chased skirts of any flirt who glanced his way. He’s a mutt, Heena."

Heena, lost beyond recall, shrugged off the barbs. Howard’s treachery no longer pierced; it served as release.

Tisha’s phrases hammered away the remnants of devotion. She sank in her surging lust, the fire in her groin pulsing into an insistent throb craving fulfillment.

"You know what he did today?" Tisha pressed on, tone firming to strike true. "Your husband. He visited my office. Reeking cologne. Scripted flattery. That pitiful, eager grin he fancies seductive."

Heena’s lids lifted.

"He offered me a lift home," Tisha revealed. "Claimed his wife was tied up with lesson plans. Said she’d labor late. Like I couldn’t spot his game."

The revelation rippled like pebbles in a pond, yet sparked no fresh pain. It delivered stark, burdensome validation.

"I turned him down, Heena." Tisha’s timbre gentled. Playfulness faded to raw candor. "I eyed your husband and felt zilch. No rage. Merely sorrow."

Her palm rested softly on Heena’s chest... no knead now, simply supporting. Anchoring her.

"Why chase a loser like that," Tisha husked, "when I possess a man who ignites me like this?"

A cry shattered the words—raw, spontaneous, torn free by Alex’s unforeseen maneuver.

Her form bowed sharply, clutch on Heena’s breast tightening unbidden, the squeeze jolting Heena into a vocal gasp.

Regaining breath, Tisha’s eyes met Heena’s. Near. Gleaming. True.

"Dismiss him, Heena. He’s wandering some other’s bed this instant, sparing you no thought. He forfeits your remorse. Forfeits your fidelity. Forfeits you."

She permitted the truth to linger. Allowed quiet to work its erosion.