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She stayed there a moment, letting Aisha adjust, letting them both feel it—full, connected, perfect. Then she started to move. Slow at first—long, deliberate strokes that dragged against every nerve. Aisha pushed back to meet her, asking for more. Marisol gave it. Faster. Harder. The sound of skin slapping skin echoed off the lockers. Marisol’s hand slid around to find Aisha’s clit, rubbing tight circles in time with her thrusts. “You feel so fucking good,” Marisol panted against her ear. “So wet—so tight—gonna come inside you if you keep squeezing like that—”

"My husband would love to have another woman come to bed with us. By the way, don't be surprised if Vicky comes over at some point." "What's her deal?" he asked. "She's married right?" "Yep," she replied. "She's married to a guy named Eric. From what I understand, she's one of those women that it's really hard to make have an orgasm," she explained. "The only one she's ever had, if she's to be believed, was from some guy in college who was about your size." "Wow!" he replied, unsure of what else to say. "So it's understandable that she's a little enamored of your situation," she said.

Nicolas followed a few thrusts later, burying himself to the hilt and pumping what felt like everything he had left deep inside her. He stayed locked inside her for a long time after, both of them shaking, sweating, completely spent. When he finally pulled out, a thick river of cum spilled from her gaping, ruined hole onto the soaked sheets. Jade lay there limp, thighs twitching, unable to close her legs. Nicolas dropped onto the bed beside her, chest heaving, one heavy hand resting possessively on her lower stomach. Neither of them spoke for several minutes, and soon, they slept off. —MIDNIGHT—

Her husband stood there, suitcase in hand, frozen in shock. He saw everything: his wife on her back with her legs spread wide, a muscular stranger on top of her, thick cock buried deep in her swollen, cum-dripping pussy, slowly thrusting while she moaned softly. Marcus didn’t stop. He looked straight at the husband, gave one deep, deliberate thrust that made Emma whimper, and whispered loud enough for him to hear, “She’s been a very bad wife tonight.” Emma’s face burned with shock and shame… but her pussy clenched hard around Marcus’s cock at the same moment, another small orgasm rippling through her as her husband watched in stunned silence.

I panted heavily. He stilled his movements, then looked up to give me a wolfish smile. "No, you don't." Marcello moved my panties aside, plunging two fingers straight inside me, kissing my lips to stop me from crying out. I hadn't had sex in over two years, so I was tight as fuck. He didn't care as he kept moving in and out of me, his thumb stimulating my clit. He was right. How could I hate someone who gave me this kind of pleasure? "Marc… more." I breathed out.

I could not stop thinking about it. I am thirty-two years old and have been married to Mark for eight years. I still love him. He is kind, stable, and a great provider. But our sex life had become painfully predictable. A quick missionary position every Friday night, maybe a half-hearted blowjob from me if I was in a generous mood. That was it. I craved so much more. I wanted to feel truly desired, wanted to be used like a cheap slut, stretched open, and completely ruined while my husband sat right downstairs, totally oblivious.

he began, "I love you and I know you love me. But I would have to be the one blindfolded not to see how much you enjoyed him. I know I don't usually get you off. But as long as you keep getting me off, I'd be OK with you doing this again. Like Tony and Eva said, this only brought them closer together." I was not convinced by his logic. I still saw this as a potential threat to our marriage, so I just told him I would think about it. I hoped he would let it drop. That Friday we did have a more rambunctious evening in bed. I even came by rubbing my clit while he fucked me. Saturday night we grilled with Tony and Eva and everybody agreed I should tell the story of our hotel encounter. I did giv

I moaned loudly. He thrust deeply and steadily. We moved together, our eyes locked. We came at the same time. After he held me close. We talked for hours about everything we had never said. The cold marriage was over. The real one was just beginning.

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He insisted on giving me a portion of his assets as compensation, but I refused. Before leaving, he suddenly said, "I'm sorry, Victoria. Whether you believe it or not, I truly loved you. Even if I only realized it now, please trust me." I smiled faintly and turned to leave. Later, Ethan didn't let go as effortlessly as he claimed. Instead, he began pursuing me again. He said that since I married him as a stand-in for my best friend, the failure of our marriage was understandable.