The boys had been careful, or so they thought. They kept the lights low, the volume up, and their moans to a minimum. But luck wasn't on their side today. Carmona's wife, returning home unexpectedly, found them in a state of undress, their hands moving rhythmically over their stiff cocks. She stood in the doorway, her eyes traveling from one boy to the next, taking in the sight of their flushed faces and heaving chests. The room was thick with the scent of their precum, the air heavy with the sound of their ragged breaths.