Elena stormed up the driveway, her heels clicking like accusations against the pavement. She was done with her husband's excuses; confronting the bully who'd tormented him since college was long overdue. The door swung open to reveal Marcus, all smug grin and broad shoulders. "Well, if it isn't the loyal little wife come to scold me," he drawled. Elena crossed her arms, unflinching. "Save the charm, Marcus. I'm here to tell you to back off—my husband's had enough of your games."
Marcus leaned against the frame, eyes raking over her. "Games? Honey, your man brings it on himself. But you... you're far too fiery to waste on him. Bet that pussy's been neglected while you play faithful." Elena laughed sharply, stepping inside uninvited. "My pussy's none of your business, and neither is my loyalty. Try harder with the insults."
He closed the door, voice dropping low and filthy. "Insults? Nah, just facts. Watch this." Marcus unzipped, freeing his huge cock, already hard and throbbing. Elena's breath caught, but she met his gaze. "Impressive toy. Doesn't mean I'll touch it—or you." Yet heat pooled between her legs as he stroked it slowly. "Horny yet? Imagine this stretching your tight ass while your hubby waits clueless."
"You think you're seducing me with that dripping monster?" she shot back, witty and strong, though her voice wavered. "I've handled bigger egos." Marcus grinned, pulling her close. "Then handle this." Their mouths crashed together in a battle of tongues, her hands gripping his shoulders as he hiked her skirt. Fingers found her wet pussy, teasing until she was panting and dripping.
Elena shoved him back but followed, dropping to her knees for a fierce blowjob, sucking his cock with defiant hunger. "That's it, make it yours," he groaned, hands in her hair. She rose, pushing him onto the couch. "My rules," she declared, straddling him and sinking onto his hard length. They fucked wildly, her riding with powerful thrusts, sweat glistening on their skin.
Marcus flipped her, pounding her pussy from behind as she came hard, walls clenching. "Fuck, your cum's mine now," he growled, spilling deep inside her. Elena panted, body trembling but eyes blazing. "This changes nothing—yet."
As she straightened her clothes, Marcus smirked from the bed. "Tell your husband the real games start tomorrow."
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