เข้าสู่ระบบJake’s hand slid down between my legs. His fingers found my pussy through the fabric of my panties and started rubbing slowly. He pressed against my clit, moving in small circles. I gasped. My body reacted before my mind could catch up. I became wet almost instantly, the warmth spreading fast.
“Jake… please,” I whispered, but my voice was weak. He didn’t stop. His fingers kept rubbing, pressing harder, feeling how slick I was getting. He pushed the fabric aside and touched me directly. His middle finger slid along my folds, then found my entrance and pushed inside a little. I shivered. The pleasure was unwanted but real. My legs trembled. He leaned in and stole a kiss. His mouth covered mine, tongue pushing in. We kissed for a long time, deep and messy. His fingers kept working between my legs the whole time. I hated how good it felt. Ryan had never touched me like this. Even Marcus’s touch was different. This felt dirty… but my body didn’t care. Jake pulled back, breathing hard. He dropped to his knees in front of me, pushed my dress up, and pulled my panties down. Before I could say anything, his mouth was on my pussy. His tongue licked me slowly at first, then faster. He sucked on my clit, gentle then hard. The wet sounds filled the small restroom. It felt disgusting, this man who had almost taken advantage of me before was now eating me out at his own wedding. But the pleasure was intense. A kind Ryan had never given me. Even Marcus hadn’t done it quite like this. I bit my lip hard, trying not to moan. But a soft sound escaped anyway. “Ahh…” Jake groaned against me, licking deeper, sucking harder. My hands gripped the edge of the sink. My thighs shook. The party music and laughter outside felt so far away. No one knew what was happening in here. He finally stood up, lips shiny. His cock was hard and pressing against his pants. “Jake… stop,” I said, voice shaky. “You should go enjoy your honeymoon with your wife. This is wrong.” He was breathing fast, eyes dark with lust. “I need to release Bella. I can’t wait.” “I don’t want to have sex,” I said quickly. “Ryan plans to have me tonight.” It was a lie. I just didn’t want this with Jake. The sex I had with Marcus felt special. Extraordinary and wanted. I didn’t want to cheapen it here in the bathroom. Jake thought for a second, then unzipped his pants. His hard cock sprang free. “Then suck me,” he said. I stepped back, shocked. “What? Hell No…” He moved closer, stroking himself slowly. “Just suck it, Bella. Make me cum and I’ll delete the video. I promise.” I was lost in thought, my mind spinning with fear. The video of me and Marcus. Ryan finding out. My career, my marriage, everything gone in seconds. Jake reminded me softly, voice low and urgent, “Anyone could come looking for us any second. Your husband is right outside. Make a decision, Bella.” My knees gave way before I could think clearly. I dropped down in front of him on the cold restroom floor. I took his hard cock into my mouth, sucking him deep. The thickness filled me immediately. I moved my head slowly at first, lips tight around the head, tongue pressing along the underside. Jake groaned quietly and put his hand gently on my hair. “Fuck… yes, just like that,” he whispered. I sucked harder, taking him deeper until he hit the back of my throat. Saliva dripped down my chin. I bobbed my head faster, the wet sounds echoing in the small restroom. He tasted salty and warm. My cheeks hollowed as I sucked him with long, deep strokes. Jake’s hips moved slightly, pushing into my mouth. I let him, eyes watering, but I didn’t stop. My hands rested on his thighs for balance as I worked him with my mouth, sucking and licking, giving him what he wanted. Outside at the reception, Ryan glanced at his watch again. Bella had been gone for quite a while now. He excused himself from his sister and a group of relatives, saying he needed to check on his wife. He walked toward the house with a slight frown, weaving through guests who were still laughing and dancing. I was still lost in it, taking Jake deep into my mouth, when I suddenly heard footsteps very close to the door. “Honey? Are you in there?” Ryan’s voice. My heart nearly stopped. I froze with Jake’s cock still in my mouth. Jake tensed too, his hand tightening slightly in my hair. The doorknob rattled once. I pulled back quickly, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. My heart was pounding so hard I could hear it in my ears. Jake looked down at me, breathing fast, his cock still hard and shiny from my saliva. Ryan knocked again, a little louder this time. “Bella?”When they got home. Sophia slammed the door behind Marcus as soon as he stepped inside. The living room light cast long shadows across the floor. She stood there, arms folded, eyes burning with everything she’d held back at Ryan’s house. “Why didn’t you tell me you were at the bar?” she demanded. “You said you were going for training. Then nothing. No call, no text. I had to chase you down like some fool.” Marcus dropped his keys on the table and rubbed his neck. “Sophia, are you meant to know where I am every single minute? Can’t you just let me be for once?” “Let you be?” She stepped closer, voice rising. “I called you multiple times. You ignored me while I was out there dealing with the police and that man slapping me. All because of your so-called session. What kind of trainer goes drinking instead of doing his job?” Marcus laughed, short and sharp. “My job? You think you understand my job now? Bella wasn’t even home. She went out for her cream or whatever. I waited, then I
My stomach dropped hard. I slowed the car, heart hammering. Marcus’s car wasn’t there yet, but Sophia’s sat crooked at the curb.What did Ryan tell them? Did Sophia spill everything about the affair? Or was this about something else? I parked behind one cruiser, killed the engine, and sat there a second. My hands wouldn’t stop trembling. The thrill from sucking Marcus off, his groans, the risk. it all felt stupid now, distant.I stepped out. An officer noticed me right away. “Bella? Mrs. Ryan?”I nodded, forcing my legs to move. “Yes. What’s this about?”The officer guided me toward the door. “We’re investigating a disturbance. Your husband and another woman are inside giving statements. Something about a trainer named Marcus.”My breath caught. They knew the name. Sophia must have twisted it somehow. I glanced back at the street, hoping Marcus would pull up soon. We needed the same story. But as I crossed the threshold, voices drifted from the living room, Sophia’s steady barrister t
“Hello, I need to report a domestic issue. A young woman I don’t even know just came to my house and harassed me. Yes, I’ll give details.”Sophia stood there, arms crossed tight, watching him speak. Ryan gave the address, described the slap, and hung up. “They’re sending someone,” he said flatly.Twenty minutes later, two police cars pulled up outside. Blue lights flashed against the windows. Officers stepped out, one older with a notepad, the other younger scanning the yard. They knocked once before Ryan opened the door wide.“What’s going on here?” the older officer asked, stepping inside. His eyes moved over the two of them, Sophia with her red cheek and Ryan still tense. “It’s complicated,” Ryan started, but the officer held up his hand.“We’ll take statements one at a time. Separate rooms if needed. Who wants to go first?”Sophia stepped forward. “I will.” Her voice stayed calm, professional. As a barrister, she knew how to lay out facts without emotion getting in the way.The o
Sophia checked the dashboard clock again. 8:02 p.m. Her jaw tightened until it hurt. She muttered Bella’s name like a curse, slammed the car into drive, and sped toward Ryan’s house. The streets blurred past. Every red light felt like an insult.She pulled up hard in front of the two-story home, tires scraping the curb. The engine died with a growl. Sophia didn’t bother locking the car. She marched straight to the front door and shoved it open without knocking.“Marcus!” she shouted, voice echoing through the hallway. “Marcus, where the hell are you?”Footsteps thundered down the stairs. Ryan appeared at the bottom, hair messy, shirt half-buttoned like he’d thrown it on in a rush. His eyes widened when he saw her.“What’s wrong?” he asked, moving closer. “Is something happening? Who are you?”Sophia stood in the middle of the living room, chest heaving. She pointed a finger at him. “Hold your wife properly, mister man. Do you even know how?”Ryan stopped short. “Excuse me?” He blinked
The next morning I woke up on the couch with a stiff neck and a heavy feeling in my chest. My body was sore from another night of poor sleep. I went to the kitchen, made coffee, and tried to start the day. The house was quiet. Ryan was still upstairs.A few minutes later, I heard his footsteps. He came down looking tired, rubbing his head like he had a sharp headache. He joined me in the kitchen without saying good morning.I poured him a cup of coffee. “Headache?”He took the cup and nodded. “Yeah. Sharp one.”We stood there for a moment. The silence felt heavy. Then he looked at me.“Bella, about last night,” he said. “I don’t want to fight every day. But you need to stop accusing me of things. I was at the office. That’s it.”I wanted to believe him, but the way he sounded on the phone still bothered me. “You hung up suddenly. You sounded strange. I’m your wife, Ryan. I have a right to ask.”He put the cup down hard. “And I have a right to work without you questioning me every time
“What was that?” I asked, sitting up straighter. “Ryan?”“What are you doing?" The line went silent for a second. Then the call ended abruptly. I stared at my phone, heart beating faster. What just happened? He sounded strange, out of breath, like he was in pain or… something else. I tried calling back, but it went straight to voicemail.I stood up and started pacing the living room. My mind raced with possibilities. Was he really at the office? Has something happened to him? Or was he hiding something? The house felt too quiet. I checked the time again. 10:47 PM. He never came home this late without telling me.I walked to the window and looked outside, hoping to see his car lights. Nothing. I sat back down, phone in my hand, waiting.At the office, Ryan gripped his secretary’s hair tightly as he came hard in her mouth. She swallowed everything, smiling up at him with satisfied eyes. She wiped her lips with the back of her hand and stood up slowly.Ryan zipped up his pants, breathin
I heard the front door burst open like someone was breaking in. My heart jumped. Marcus and I were in the middle of a deep stretch. He had my legs stretched wide in a gymnastic position, pressing gently on my thighs to help open my hips. It was completely professional, but from the doorway it proba
I locked myself in the bathroom and turned the shower on as hot as it would go. The water burned my skin, but I scrubbed harder, trying to wash away his words along with the sweat. My chest felt tight. I cried quietly under the spray. When I finally came out, I smelled like my favorite lavender soa
Mike stood frozen for a long second, eyes fixed on Bella’s sleeping form. Her Sunday dress had ridden up her thick thighs, revealing soft, smooth skin. Her legs were slightly parted, the position unintentionally inviting. His breathing grew heavier. He glanced toward the balcony door, Ryan and the
I stepped into the house quietly, hoping Ryan had already gone to bed. The lights were still on in the living room. He sat on the couch, staring at his phone. The second I closed the door, he looked up.“Where have you been?” he asked, eyes narrowing.“Training,” I said, keeping my voice steady. “I







