Ryan stepped through the front door with a satisfied smirk still lingering on his lips. His body felt loose and light after the intense session with Emily. The memory of her tight, eager pussy clenching around him while she came for the fourth time played on repeat in his head. He had taken his revenge on Ethan, sent the video, and finally felt like he had won something back. For the first time in days, he walked into his own house with his head held high.
The living room was dimly lit by the afternoon sun filtering through the curtains. And there she was.
Ava lay sprawled on the large couch, completely naked except for the tiny white thong that was pushed to the side. Her long black hair with the signature side braid spilled across the cushions. Her eyes were closed, head tilted back, mouth open in a soft, continuous moan. Two fingers were buried deep inside her soaked pussy, pumping slowly while her thumb circled her swollen clit. Her heavy breasts rose and fell with every breath, nipples hard and begging for attention.
Ryan froze in the doorway, cock instantly hardening in his pants at the sight. His wife was pleasuring herself like she couldn't wait another second. He moved silently across the room, heart pounding with a wicked idea.
Ava's mouth stayed open as she moaned, lost in her own pleasure. Ryan quietly unzipped his pants, pulled out his hard cock, and stepped right up to the couch. Without warning, he slid the head of his dick between her parted lips.
He expected shock. He expected her eyes to fly open, her fingers to stop, her body to tense up in surprise.
Instead, Ava's eyes remained closed. She simply hummed around his cock like it was the most natural thing in the world. Her free hand came up, wrapped around the base of his shaft, and started stroking him slowly while her other hand kept fingering her pussy even more aggressively. Her tongue swirled around the head, sucking him deeper into her warm, wet mouth without missing a beat.
Ryan's eyes widened. *She… she didn't even flinch.*
Ava finally opened her eyes, looking up at him with a lazy, satisfied smile around his cock. She pulled off just enough to speak, voice breathy and dripping with lust.
"I knew it was you, baby."
Ryan let out a surprised laugh. "Well, it didn't look like you cared who it was."
Ava grinned, licking a bead of precum from the tip. "A cock is a cock."
Ryan's expression turned serious for a second. "Were you expecting someone else?"
Ava's eyes sparkled with mischief. "I'm glad it was you, my dear husband." She leaned forward and took him back into her mouth, sucking him deep while her fingers continued working her pussy.
Ryan groaned, the sight and feeling too good to resist. "Good girl," he growled. "Now let me take care of that needy pussy."
He pulled out of her mouth, dropped to his knees between her spread legs, and buried his face in her dripping cunt. Ava cried out, hands flying to his hair as his tongue attacked her clit and his fingers replaced hers inside her. He ate her like a starving man — long, hungry licks, sucking on her swollen clit, tongue-fucking her while she moaned and bucked against his face.
They fucked for over an hour.
Ryan took her on the couch first — missionary, her legs wrapped around his waist while he pounded deep and hard. Then he flipped her over, bent her over the armrest and fucked her from behind, slapping her ass red. Ava rode him next, bouncing on his cock with her tits in his face while he sucked on her nipples. He laid her on the coffee table and fucked her there, then carried her to the floor for another round of rough doggy style. Every position, every thrust, every moan.
Ava came four times. Ryan came twice — once deep inside her pussy, once across her tits after she begged him to pull out and paint her.
When they finally collapsed together on the couch, both of them were sweaty, breathing hard, and covered in each other's juices. Ava lay on her back, legs still spread, Ryan's cum slowly leaking from her well-fucked pussy. She stared at the ceiling, chest heaving.
It had been amazing. Ryan had fucked her hard, made her cum multiple times, and she had genuinely enjoyed it.
But something was missing.
Even though her body was satisfied, her mind felt… empty. There was a hunger that Ryan's cock, no matter how enthusiastically he used it, couldn't fill. The same hunger she felt when Marcus stretched her with his thick cock, when Ethan fucked her while Ryan watched, when Vicky bent her over in the gym, when Tyler and Derek took turns on her with their other friends.
It wasn't the size. Ryan and Ethan were almost the same. It wasn't even the number of orgasms.
It was the thrill.
The risk. The cheating. The feeling of being used by someone who wasn't her husband. The dirty, dangerous excitement of knowing she was doing something wrong. The way her pussy clenched harder when she thought about Ryan finding out… or better yet, watching.
Ava bit her lip, staring at the ceiling while Ryan caught his breath beside her.
*Even though I love him… even though I came so many times… something is missing. I need that feeling again.*
She turned her head and smiled at him sweetly. "This was amazing, baby. I really enjoyed it."
Ryan grinned, pulling her close and kissing her forehead. "I know, baby. I enjoyed it too."
Ava hesitated, then decided to test the waters. She traced a finger down his chest playfully. "These last few days were very intense… with our neighbors too, hehe."
Ryan chuckled. "Yeah, that's right."
Ava kept her voice light. "So… when are we meeting Marcus and Sophia again? Should we plan something?"
Ryan's smile faded. His body tensed slightly. "We just met them yesterday. What's the rush? And every time we meet them, we turn into animals and fuck nonstop. Do you… want to do it with Marcus again?"
Ava's heart skipped. She forced a lie. "It's not like that, baby. I thought you liked doing it with Sophia. I just said that because I thought you wanted to see her again."
Ryan sighed, pulling her tighter against him. His voice turned serious, almost apologetic. "I was stupid that time when I did it with Sophia. I should have never let it go that far. Because of me, you had to have sex with Marcus too. I'm sorry, Ava. You don't have to worry anymore. You won't have to fuck any other man because of me. I won't let that happen again."
Ava stared at him, stunned.
*What…? He thinks I was unwilling? He thinks I was forced to have sex with Marcus?*
Ryan kept talking, voice full of guilt. "I was a bad husband for a few days, but don't worry. You don't have to go through that again."
Ava forced a smile, her mind racing. *What's with his mood swings? He was enjoying it so much this weekend… and now he's suddenly like this?*
She tried to keep her voice light. "Well… what about Ethan? I'm sure he still has some backup videos of us. What if he tries to fuck me again?"
Ryan smiled confidently. "I already took care of it. He won't be coming back here anymore."
Ava's stomach dropped. Disappointment flooded through her, but she hid it perfectly. She kissed him softly. "You've really changed, my strong husband."
Ryan kissed her back, satisfied and proud.
Ava smiled against his lips, but inside her head the decision was already made.
*Now I have to go back to hiding mode… and start fucking other people behind his back again.*
They fell asleep in each other's arms, Ryan content and peaceful.
Ava lay awake a little longer, staring at the ceiling, already thinking about how she would sneak out to meet Vicky at the gym, or order something just so Tyler or Derek would show up at the door.
The thrill was calling her again.
And this time, she wasn't going to ignore it.
**To be continued…**
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