Ryan closed Sophia's front door behind him and practically ran across the driveway. His legs felt shaky, his heart was hammering, and a thick wave of guilt crashed over him the second the cool air hit his face.
*What the fuck did I just do?*
He had fucked Sophia. Hard. Slapped her tits, pulled her hair, came deep inside another man's wife while her husband was literally next door. Marcus had become a real friend — the "new bro" who grilled steaks, cracked jokes, and sent him that filthy video. And Ryan had repaid him by emptying his balls in Sophia's pussy.
The guilt tasted bitter. He felt like the worst kind of traitor.
He opened his own front door and stepped inside. The living room lights were on. Ava was sitting on the couch in nothing but a loose tank top, legs slightly spread. She looked wrecked — hair messy, skin glistening with a fresh layer of sweat, cheeks flushed, thighs shiny. A thin white trail of cum was slowly leaking from her pussy onto the couch cushion.
Ryan blinked. "Babe… why are you all sweaty?"
Ava looked up, startled for half a second, then smiled lazily. "Oh, I was doing a workout here at home. Didn't feel like going to the gym today. Just… pushing myself a little extra."
Ryan nodded slowly. He believed her. Why wouldn't he? His sweet wife working out at home made perfect sense. He didn't notice the way her pussy clenched visibly at the lie, pushing another thick drop of Marcus's cum out of her.
Then he remembered. "Hey… I saw Marcus walking away from our house just now. Was he here?"
Ava's heart skipped, but her face stayed calm. She tilted her head innocently. "I don't know. What were *you* doing at his house if Marcus was over here?"
Ryan's stomach dropped. His mind went blank. "I… uh… forgot something there last night. My charger. Yeah."
Ava just smiled and stood up. "Okay. I'll start dinner."
She cooked pasta while Ryan sat at the table, mind racing. The guilt over Sophia mixed with the strange sight of his sweaty, freshly-fucked-looking wife. But he pushed it all down. They ate quietly. Ava kept pressing her thighs together under the table, feeling Marcus's load shift inside her every time she moved.
After dinner they went to the bedroom.
Ryan tried to be the same energetic lover from the morning. He kissed Ava, went down on her, fucked her with steady strokes. But the magic was gone. He lasted the usual few minutes, came with a quiet groan, and rolled off. Average. Ordinary. Nothing like the beast he had been when fantasizing about Sophia.
Ava lay there staring at the ceiling, unsatisfied again. Her body still craved thick, rough, *real* cock. Ryan's average performance felt like a tease now. She bit her lip and said nothing.
Ryan, breathing hard beside her, stared at the ceiling too. Sophia's naked body flashed in his mind. Marcus's words echoed: *We both know Eva is as beautiful from outside… as well as from inside.* The guilt twisted again — but so did something darker. Something hungry.
Ava eventually fell asleep, naked on her back, legs slightly spread, one arm above her head. Ryan watched her for a long minute. Then, without thinking, he picked up his phone.
He took several photos.
Close-ups of her heavy breasts.
Her smooth, shaved pussy still slightly puffy and leaking a faint trace of cum.
Her peaceful, freshly-fucked face.
He opened the chat with Marcus and sent the pictures with no caption. Just the images.
The reply came in less than thirty seconds.
**Marcus:** That's my bro 😈 Do you wanna see Sophia naked that bad?
Ryan's cock twitched. He didn't reply.
A minute later another message arrived.
This time it was a video.
Sophia was on their bed, completely naked, legs spread wide toward the camera. She was fingering herself slowly, two fingers deep inside her creamy pussy, moaning softly.
"Please… I need a big cock," she begged, voice breathy. "I'm so wet… fuck me… fill me up…"
She didn't say Marcus's name. She didn't say anyone's. It was as if she was begging for Ryan.
Ryan's mouth went dry. His hand was already in his boxers, stroking himself as he watched the video on loop.
In the next room, Ava was still sleeping, unaware that her husband had just traded naked photos of her for a video of the neighbor's wife begging to be fucked.
The game had officially begun.
**To be continued…**
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