Ryan closed the bedroom door behind him with a soft click and let out a long breath. The house felt quieter now, the distant hum of the air conditioner the only sound. He stripped down to his boxers, the fabric still slightly damp from the pool, and sat on the edge of the bed. His mind kept replaying the night — the drinks, the laughter, the way Sophia had pressed her body against him in the water.
Her hand sliding into his trunks.
Her fingers wrapping around his cock.
The way she had stroked him until he came like a teenager.
A hot flush crept up his neck. "What the hell was that?" he muttered to himself. Sophia was gorgeous, sure, but she was Marcus's wife. And Ava had been right there the whole time. He shook his head hard, trying to push the memory away. *It was just the alcohol. Stupid drunk mistake.* He forced himself to think of Ava instead — sweet, beautiful Ava, the woman he had married. The woman he loved. That helped a little. He lay back, pulled the sheet over himself, and closed his eyes.
In the living room, Ava sat alone on the sofa in nothing but an oversized t-shirt. Ryan had gone straight to bed, saying he was exhausted. She didn't mind. Her body was still buzzing from everything that had happened tonight.
She leaned back, legs spread lazily, and let her mind wander.
Marcus's thick cock stretching her in the pool while Ryan laughed with Sophia just a few feet away.
Sophia's hungry tongue licking her husband's cum straight out of her pussy behind the plants.
The way Sophia had moaned into her as they 69'd, both of them tasting each other like starving women.
Ava's hand slipped under the t-shirt. Her fingers found her still-slick pussy and started slow circles around her clit. A soft moan escaped her lips. She closed her eyes and sank deeper into the memory — Sophia's full breasts pressing against her own, Marcus's cum still leaking out while Sophia licked every drop. Her fingers moved faster. She was soaked again.
In the bedroom, Ryan's phone buzzed on the nightstand.
He opened one eye and picked it up. A message from Marcus.
**Marcus:** Bro, I really enjoyed our party tonight. We should do this again soon. The four of us. What do you think?
Ryan smiled and typed back quickly.
**Ryan:** Me too. We will definitely do it again sometime. Great night.
The reply came almost instantly.
**Marcus:** Glad you had fun. Hey man… no offense, but your wife Ava is stunning. Like seriously beautiful. That white bikini? You're one lucky bastard.
Ryan chuckled, a little flattered.
**Ryan:** Haha thanks. Yeah she's amazing. Your Sophia is gorgeous too though. You're lucky as hell.
Three dots appeared… then disappeared… then a picture popped up.
It was Sophia.
Completely naked.
She was standing in their bedroom, red bikini gone, full heavy breasts on full display, nipples hard, one hand between her thighs spreading her shaved pussy for the camera. The caption underneath read:
**Marcus:** Yeah ik I am lucky 😈
Ryan's eyes widened. Shock hit him first — a cold rush down his spine. Then heat. His cock twitched hard in his boxers and quickly grew rock-hard. He stared at the photo, unable to look away. Sophia's body was perfect. Curvy, soft, and so openly sexual.
He didn't reply. He couldn't. His hand moved on its own, slipping into his boxers and wrapping around his throbbing dick.
Another message arrived.
This time it was a video.
The thumbnail showed Marcus behind Sophia, her back arched, his hands gripping her hips. Ryan's thumb hovered for half a second… then pressed play.
The video started playing with sound off. Marcus was fucking Sophia doggy-style on their bed. Hard. Her heavy tits swung wildly with every thrust. Her mouth was open in a silent moan. Marcus reached around and squeezed one breast while pounding her. The angle showed everything — his thick cock sliding in and out, her pussy creaming around him, the way her ass rippled with each impact.
Ryan's hand moved faster. He stroked himself furiously, eyes glued to the screen. He imagined it was Sophia he was watching in real time. The way she pushed back onto Marcus's cock. The way her tits bounced. His own wife's face flashed in his mind for a split second and he pushed it away immediately.
He was close already.
Then he heard a soft moan from the living room.
Ryan paused the video, heart hammering. He slipped out of bed, still rock-hard, and quietly opened the bedroom door.
There she was.
Ava on the sofa, legs spread wide, t-shirt pushed up to her waist, three fingers buried deep in her pussy. Her head was tilted back, eyes closed, lips parted in pleasure. She was lost in her own world, fucking herself slowly and deeply.
Ryan's cock throbbed at the sight. Something primal took over. He walked over silently, dropped to his knees in front of her, and pulled her hand away.
Ava's eyes flew open in surprise. "Ryan—"
He didn't let her finish. He shoved her legs wider, yanked his boxers down, and thrust into her in one smooth motion.
Ava gasped. He felt bigger tonight. Harder. More urgent.
Ryan fucked her with surprising energy — deep, powerful strokes that made her heavy tits bounce under the t-shirt. He gripped her thighs hard, pounding into her like he hadn't in months. Ava's eyes widened in genuine surprise. She moaned loudly, legs wrapping around his waist.
"Oh my god… Ryan… yes… just like that!"
He was lasting longer than usual. Thrusting harder. Hitting spots he rarely reached. For a brief moment Ava felt truly impressed — maybe the alcohol had unlocked something in him.
But in Ryan's mind, it wasn't Ava he was fucking.
It was Sophia.
Every thrust, he pictured Sophia's naked body from the photo. Every moan he heard in his head was Sophia's moan from the video. He imagined it was Sophia's pussy clenching around him, Sophia's tits bouncing, Sophia begging for his cum.
He lasted almost fifteen minutes — something he almost never did. Ava came twice, shocked and delighted by how good it felt. When Ryan finally tensed and exploded inside her, he buried his face in her neck and groaned like a man possessed.
They lay there afterward, breathing hard.
Ava kissed his cheek softly. "That was… amazing, baby. You were incredible tonight."
Ryan smiled against her skin, but his mind was still replaying the video of Marcus fucking Sophia.
"Yeah," he whispered. "It was good."
He didn't know it yet, but the images of Sophia were already burned into his brain.
And they weren't going away.
**To be continued…**
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