Ryan's eyes opened slowly the next morning. Sunlight poured through the half-closed curtains, painting the bedroom in soft gold. He lay there for a long moment, staring at the ceiling, replaying every second of the previous night in his mind.
The way Sophia had dropped to her knees.
The wet heat of her mouth sliding down his cock.
How he had slapped her heavy tits until they bounced.
The way she had moaned when he bent her over the couch and fucked her hard.
The moment he exploded deep inside her while she pushed back against him like she needed it more than air.
For the first time since it happened, the crushing guilt he had expected… wasn't there.
Instead, a dark, electric thrill hummed through his veins. His cock was already half-hard under the sheet just from remembering. He felt powerful. Alive. Like he had unlocked something inside himself that had been sleeping for years.
He reached for his phone on the nightstand. The chat with Marcus was still open. He tapped the video Sophia had sent — the one where she was naked on the bed, legs spread wide, fingers deep inside her pussy, begging breathlessly.
"Please… I need a big cock… I'm so wet… fuck me… fill me up…"
Ryan pressed play and stroked himself slowly under the blanket while Sophia's voice filled his ears. He came quietly within two minutes, biting his lip so Ava wouldn't wake up. The guilt that should have followed never arrived. Only satisfaction.
He cleaned up quickly, got dressed, and walked into the kitchen.
Ava was already there, humming softly while she flipped pancakes. She wore one of his old t-shirts that barely reached mid-thigh, her long black hair tied in a messy bun. The smell of coffee and butter filled the air. She looked perfect — the perfect wife.
But Ryan's eyes lingered on the curve of her ass under the shirt. The way her heavy breasts moved as she worked. And suddenly he couldn't control himself.
He stepped up behind her without a word, pressed his already-hard cock against her ass, and slid his hands under the shirt. Ava gasped softly as his fingers found her bare pussy — no panties.
"Ryan… breakfast is almost—"
He didn't let her finish. He bent her forward over the kitchen counter, yanked the t-shirt up to her waist, and pushed inside her in one smooth thrust.
Ava moaned loudly, gripping the edge of the counter. Ryan fucked her hard from behind — deep, powerful strokes that made her heavy tits bounce against the cold granite. He reached around and squeezed her breasts roughly, pinching her nipples the same way he had pinched Sophia's the night before.
"Oh my god… Ryan…" Ava's voice shook with surprise and pleasure. "You're… so rough today…"
He didn't answer. In his head it was Sophia he was fucking. Sophia's pussy clenching around him. Sophia begging for his cock. He lasted longer than usual, pounding her steadily until Ava came hard — thighs trembling, moaning his name as her walls pulsed around him.
Only then did Ryan let go, groaning as he filled her with thick ropes of cum. He stayed buried deep for a moment, breathing hard against her neck.
"Wow…" Ava whispered, still catching her breath. "That was… incredible. Again."
Ryan kissed her shoulder softly. "You're just too sexy in the morning."
He knew the real reason he had performed so well. It wasn't Ava. It was the video. It was Sophia. The thought sent another dark thrill through him.
After breakfast he kissed Ava goodbye and headed to the office. All day long his mind kept drifting back to next weekend. The double date. The pool. The possibility of more secret moments with Sophia. He caught himself smiling at his desk, already counting the days.
Meanwhile, back at the house, Ava stood in the shower letting the hot water run over her body. Ryan's cum was still leaking down her thighs, but it wasn't enough. She had come, yes — but the orgasm felt… average. Empty. She needed more. Rougher. Bigger. The old hunger was roaring louder than ever.
She thought about Marcus. About Vicky at the gym. Then her mind drifted to the delivery guy from weeks ago — Tyler. The young, lean one with the tight uniform and the hungry eyes. The one who had stared at her tits when he brought the dildo package. She remembered the card he had left with his number.
A slow smile spread across her face.
*Maybe it's time to order something else.*
She stepped out of the shower, still dripping, and picked up her phone.
**To be continued…**
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