Chapter 3

Isabelle Moreau stared at her phone, Mark’s loving message glowing on the screen while her pussy still throbbed from Vic’s fingers.

Vic Lang stepped closer, her sharp green eyes dark with want. “Well, Izzy? What are you going to tell your sweet husband when you get home smelling like another woman’s touch?”

Izzy’s violet eyes flicked up, full of guilt and heat. “I… I don’t know, I should go home. This is wrong, Vic. I’m married.”

Vic smiled, sliding her hand back under Izzy’s robe. “Your mouth says one thing, but your body is begging for more. You’re still soaked, baby. Feel that?”

Izzy gasped as Vic’s fingers brushed her sensitive clit again. “Vic… please. We have early scenes tomorrow, I can’t stay.”

“Then come to my hotel after wrap,” Vic whispered, kissing her neck. “I have something special for you. Something that will make you forget your boring husband for a few hours.”

Izzy shivered. “You’re going to ruin me.”

Vic pulled her fingers away and sucked them clean. “That’s the plan.”

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The next day on set, the tension was unbearable. They were filming an intimate bedroom scene, Izzy lay on the prop bed in a silk slip, heart racing as Vic leaned over her for the shot.

Vic slipped something small and smooth into Izzy’s hand under the covers. “Put this inside you,” she whispered. “Trust me.”

Izzy’s eyes widened. “Vic, not here. The crew is watching.”

“Do it,” Vic commanded softly. “Or I’ll do it for you on camera.”

With shaking hands, Izzy pushed the small remote-controlled vibrator inside her already wet pussy. Vic smiled and stepped back as the director called action.

The scene started normally. But then Vic pressed the remote in her pocket.

The vibrator buzzed to life inside Izzy.

“Oh!” Izzy gasped, body jerking slightly.

Vic hovered over her, pretending to act. “You feel that, don’t you?” she whispered, lips brushing Izzy’s ear. “Nice and deep. Keep acting, baby. Don’t let them see how badly you want to cum.”

Izzy gripped the sheets, violet eyes glassy. “Vic… turn it down. I can’t focus, It’s buzzing right against my spot.”

Vic increased the speed instead, her strong arms caging Izzy in. “You look so pretty trying not to moan. Your nipples are hard again, does your husband ever make you this wet on set?”

Izzy bit her lip hard, hips twitching under the camera. “Please… I’m going to cum if you keep it like this. Everyone will see.”

“Good,” Vic murmured, pressing a fake kiss to Izzy’s neck. “I want you dripping down your thighs while you say your lines. Imagine it’s my tongue instead of that toy.”

The director called cut for a moment. Izzy grabbed Vic’s wrist. “You’re evil. I’m literally shaking, my pussy is clenching so hard around it.”

Vic leaned in, green eyes burning. “Good girl. Keep it inside you until we finish filming. Then I’ll take you to my hotel and fuck you properly.”

Izzy’s voice trembled. “Vic. This is so wrong… but I need it.”

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Hours later, in Vic’s luxurious hotel suite, Izzy could barely wait for the door to close.

Vic pushed her against the wall, kissing her hard. “Strip. Now.”

Izzy obeyed quickly, her elegant curvy body trembling with need. Vic pulled out soft silk ties from her bag.

“Hands behind your back, beautiful,” Vic ordered.

Izzy let Vic tie her wrists gently but firmly. “What are you going to do to me?”

Vic smiled, revealing a thick black strap-on. “I’m going to fuck you like your husband never has.”

She bent Izzy over the bed, spreading her legs. “Look at this pretty married pussy, still wet from the toy all day.”

Vic pushed the thick strap-on inside her in one smooth thrust.

“Fuck!” Izzy cried out, back arching. “It’s so big, Vic. It feels so deep.”

Vic gripped her hips and started fucking her with long, powerful strokes. “This is what you needed, isn’t it? A real woman taking control of this hungry pussy.”

Izzy moaned loudly, pushing back. “Yes… harder, I feel so full. Mark never fucks me like this.”

Vic slapped her ass. “That’s because he doesn’t know how to handle a woman like you. But I do.”

She reached around and cupped Izzy’s full breasts, squeezing them firmly as she thrust deep. Leaning down, Vic sucked one hard nipple into her mouth, licking and biting gently while pounding into her.

“Oh god, Vic!” Izzy moaned, body shaking. “Sucking my tits like that while you fuck me… it feels so good.”

Vic switched to the other breast, sucking harder, tongue flicking the sensitive peak as her hips kept slamming forward. “These beautiful tits are mine tonight,” she growled against Izzy’s skin.

Vic kept fucking her deep, one hand holding and squeezing Izzy’s breasts while the other rubbed her clit. Izzy’s legs trembled violently.

“Vic… I’m going to cum already. Don’t stop, please don’t stop.”

Vic leaned over her, biting her shoulder. “Cum for me, Izzy. Cum on this dildo like the cheating wife you are right now.”

Izzy shattered hard, screaming Vic’s name as her orgasm ripped through her. Her legs shook violently.

Vic didn’t stop. She pulled out, flipped Izzy onto her back, and climbed on top. She slid the strap-on back inside her and fucked her deep and slow, staring into her eyes, hands still holding and massaging Izzy’s full breasts.

“Tell me how much better I fuck you than your husband,” Vic demanded.

“So much better,” Izzy gasped, tears of pleasure in her eyes. “You make me feel wanted, desired. I can’t get enough.”

Vic kissed her deeply while thrusting. “Good girl. You’re mine now, say it.”

“I’m yours,” Izzy moaned. “I’m yours, Vic.”

They kept going for what felt like hours, switching positions, Vic bringing Izzy to orgasm again and again until both women were exhausted and covered in sweat.

Later, as they lay tangled together, Vic stroked Izzy’s raven hair.

“You know this changes everything, don’t you?” Vic whispered.

Izzy nodded, guilt creeping back into her violet eyes.

Her phone suddenly lit up on the nightstand. Mark’s name appeared with a new message.

“Sweetheart, I miss you. Come home soon. Everything okay on set?”

Izzy stared at the screen, Vic’s hand slide possessively between her thighs.

Vic smiled darkly. “So… what are you going to do now, married girl?

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Would Izzy finally break her marriage… or try to resist the pull of Victoria Lang?