Eva pushed open the front door of her house with a quiet click, the late afternoon sun still warm on her back. Her lips still tasted faintly of Ethan's cum, and the memory of his shocked, desperate face as she swallowed every drop made her pussy throb with fresh satisfaction. She had him back on her list now. The same Ethan that Ryan had worked so hard to shut down with that video of Emily — Eva had casually put him right back into play with nothing more than a few teasing words and a willing mouth. The thrill of undoing her husband's careful revenge sent a delicious shiver down her spine.
She changed quickly into her perfect-wife uniform — a soft pastel tank top and loose cotton shorts that screamed "domestic and innocent." Then she moved to the kitchen and started prepping dinner as if she hadn't spent the afternoon on her knees for the neighbor. By the time Ryan's car pulled into the driveway, the house smelled like garlic and herbs, and Eva had her brightest smile ready.
The door opened. Ryan stepped in, tie already loosened, and the moment he saw her his face softened. "Hey, babe." He crossed the room in two strides and pulled her into a deep kiss, hands sliding down to cup her ass. "I missed you today."
Eva melted into the kiss like the loving wife she pretended to be. "I missed you too. Dinner's almost ready."
They sat at the table like any normal couple. Ryan talked about work, about how excited (and nervous) he was for tomorrow's dinner with his boss. "This is huge, Eva. If I make the right impression, the promotion is basically mine. Your idea to invite him here was perfect."
Eva reached across the table and squeezed his hand, purple eyes warm and supportive. "Of course everything will go perfectly. Your boss will have no choice but to promote you." Inside her head the thought curled like smoke: *And I'll make sure he doesn't have any other choices.* Her pussy clenched at the idea of Saturday night — new cock, new risk, right under Ryan's roof.
They kept the conversation light and easy through the rest of dinner. Ryan was in a good mood, laughing at her jokes, complimenting the food. After they finished, he helped clear the table, then leaned in close and murmured against her ear, "I'll be waiting upstairs. Come soon." The hungry look in his eyes made it very clear what he wanted.
Eva smiled sweetly. "I'll just finish the dishes and I'll be right up."
Ryan headed to the bedroom. He stripped down to his boxers, lay back on the bed, and waited, already half-hard thinking about sinking into his beautiful wife.
Meanwhile, next door at Ethan's house, Emily sat cross-legged on her bed with a brand-new prepaid phone in her lap. She had bought it that afternoon with cash — untraceable. She opened the gallery, selected the clearest shots she had taken earlier: Eva on her knees, lips wrapped around Ethan's cock, eyes full of pure lust. Emily's own pussy still tingled from how hard she had cum while watching.
She typed a quick message to Ryan's number and hit send.
The photos flew through the air.
Emily leaned back against her pillows, biting her lip with a wicked grin. *Hehe… get angry, Ryan. Get really angry. Then come fuck me with all that rage to get back at Ethan. I can't wait.*
In the master bedroom, Ryan's phone buzzed on the nightstand. He picked it up lazily, expecting a work email. Instead he saw a message from an unknown number.
He opened it.
The first photo hit him like a punch to the gut.
Eva. On her knees. Mouth full of Ethan's cock.
More photos followed — different angles, Eva's eyes looking up with unmistakable hunger, her hand stroking the base, her tongue swirling around the head. Ryan's stomach dropped. His hands started shaking.
"What the fuck…" he whispered.
His first thought was pure rage. *That bastard Ethan.* But then he looked closer. The lust in Ava's eyes was unmistakable. She wasn't being forced. She looked eager. Aggressive. Like she was enjoying every second. Ethan looked nervous, almost hesitant.
Ryan's mind spun. His cock betrayed him, hardening rapidly in his boxers. He tried to push the thought away, but the images burned into his brain. His hand moved almost on its own, slipping inside his boxers and wrapping around his throbbing cock.
"Were you the one who wanted this, Ava?" he whispered, stroking slowly.
He shook his head hard. "No. You wouldn't do that to me… I know you." But his hand kept moving, faster now, eyes glued to the photos.
The bedroom door opened.
Eva stepped in, still in her tank top and shorts, and froze for half a second when she saw Ryan on the bed with his cock out, phone in his other hand, stroking furiously.
"Well, well…" she purred, closing the door behind her with a soft click. "Couldn't you wait a little bit longer, dear husband?" She walked closer, hips swaying. "And what are you watching on your phone? Porn? Hehe… when you have me right here, why are you watching porn?"
Ryan quickly locked the phone and tossed it aside, face flushed. Eva didn't give him time to answer. She climbed onto the bed, straddled his lap, and kissed him hard, her hand replacing his on his cock, stroking him with slow, teasing pulls.
"Mmm, you're so hard already," she whispered against his lips, squeezing his shaft. "Whatever you were watching must have been really dirty… Tell me, baby — were you imagining me being a bad girl?"
Ryan groaned, hands grabbing her ass. The photos flashed in his mind again. Suddenly something snapped. He flipped her onto her back in one rough motion, yanking her shorts and panties down in a single tug. He shoved her legs wide and slammed into her soaked pussy in one brutal thrust.
Eva gasped, back arching. "Fuck, Ryan—!"
He didn't let her finish. He started pounding her like a beast — hard, deep, angry strokes that made the bed creak. "You like that, slut?" he growled, voice low and rough. "You like getting fucked hard like a little whore?"
Eva's eyes widened in surprise, then sparkled with pure delight. She thought it was just dirty talk, roleplay. She moaned louder, nails digging into his back. "Yes! Fuck your slutty wife harder, baby! Give it to me!"
Ryan's hips snapped faster. "That's right… take this cock, you greedy little bitch. You love being used, don't you?" He reached down and pinched her nipple hard, making her cry out. "Say it. Tell me what you are."
"I'm your dirty whore!" Eva gasped, legs wrapping tighter around his waist, meeting every thrust. "I love it when you fuck me like this—ahh!—use me, Ryan! Pound my slutty pussy!"
He pulled out suddenly, flipped her onto all fours, and slammed back in from behind. His hand cracked across her ass with a loud smack. "Look at this ass… shaking for me like a cheap whore. You want everyone to see how much of a cock-hungry slut you are?"
Eva pushed back against him, ass rippling with every thrust. "Yes! Spank me harder! I'm your whore—fuck me like one! Make me scream!"
Ryan spanked her again and again, turning her ass red while he railed her. "That's it… take every inch, you filthy bitch. Your pussy is so wet—were you thinking about another cock all day?"
Eva moaned loudly, pushing back even harder. "Maybe I was… maybe I was thinking about getting fucked by someone else while you were at work… Does that make you angry, baby? Does it make you want to fuck me even harder?"
Ryan's eyes darkened. He grabbed her long hair, yanking her head back as he hammered into her. "You dirty fucking slut… you'd love that, wouldn't you? Getting passed around like a toy?" He reached around and rubbed her clit roughly. "Cum for me, whore. Cum on my cock like the cum-dump you are."
Eva shattered. "Yes—fuck— I'm cumming! I'm your cum-dump slut—ahhh!" Her pussy clenched hard around him, soaking his cock as she came violently.
Ryan didn't slow down. He fucked her through it, then flipped her onto her back again, legs over his shoulders, folding her in half. "Look at me while I fuck you," he growled. "I want to see that slutty face when I fill you up."
Eva's purple eyes locked on his, tongue lolling out as she moaned. "Cum inside your whore, Ryan… fill my pussy… breed your dirty wife!"
He pounded her mercilessly until he finally exploded, burying himself deep and pumping rope after rope of hot cum into her. Eva came again right after him, screaming his name.
They collapsed together, sweaty and panting.
For a long moment Ryan lay there, chest heaving, staring at the ceiling. Post-nut clarity hit him like cold water. The rage and arousal mixed into something ugly.
*No… Ava would never do that to me. It must have been Ethan's idea. He forced her or tricked her somehow.*
He turned his head and looked at his sleeping wife — beautiful, satisfied, breathing softly. His jaw tightened.
"Tomorrow my boss is coming," he whispered to himself. "Can't do anything tomorrow…"
But Sunday… Sunday he would plan something big.
Just you wait, Ethan.
**End of Chapter 60**
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