The front door clicked open precisely at midnight—Stiles's stilettoes crunching over the discarded lube packet as Derek's palm smacked her ass hard enough to echo. "Welcome home, whore," he drawled, shoving her forward until her tits bounced against Noah's heaving chest. Stiles's lips crashed onto her husband's before he could turn away—her tongue forcing its way past his teeth as Derek's fingers circled her clit through the slutty lace dress.

"N-Noah—" Stiles gasped when Derek ripped the dress down the middle, exposing her jeweled nipple clamps to the living room's harsh light. "—we're staying the night." Her thigh hooked around Noah's waist instinctively, grinding her wetness against his belt buckle as Derek palmed her ass.