Sunlight filtered through the bedroom curtains on Sunday morning. It was almost 10:30 a.m. when Ryan stirred first. His head felt heavy from the rum, but his body felt… alive. He glanced at Ava sleeping peacefully beside him, her long black hair spread across the pillow, one heavy breast exposed where the sheet had slipped down.
Guilt hit him instantly.
*Last night I fucked my wife while thinking about Sophia the entire time.*
The memory of the video — Marcus pounding Sophia from behind, her tits swinging, her mouth open in silent ecstasy — had been burned into his brain. He had used that image to last longer and perform better than he had in months. Ava had come twice and told him he was incredible. But the guilt gnawed at him. *That's not right. She's my wife. I should have been thinking about her.*
He quietly slipped out of bed and grabbed his phone from the nightstand. Just to check if the message was still there.
It was.
He opened the chat with Marcus. The video thumbnail stared back at him. Heart hammering, he pressed play.
The sound was off, but the visuals hit him like a drug. Marcus's thick cock slamming into Sophia. Her ass rippling. Her heavy breasts bouncing wildly. The way she pushed back onto him like she was starving for it. Ryan's guilt evaporated in seconds. His cock hardened instantly in his boxers, tenting the fabric painfully.
*Fuck… she's perfect.*
All shame disappeared. The fantasy felt too good.
Ava stirred behind him. "Mmm… morning, baby," she murmured sleepily, stretching so the sheet fell away completely, exposing her naked body.
Ryan didn't hesitate. He set the phone down, crawled back onto the bed, and kissed her deeply. His hand slid between her thighs, finding her already wet. "You were so fucking sexy last night," he whispered against her lips. Then he moved down, spreading her legs wide and burying his face in her pussy.
Ava gasped, back arching. "Ryan… oh god…"
He ate her out with surprising hunger — tongue flicking her clit, two fingers curling inside her, sucking on her swollen lips. In his mind it was Sophia he was tasting. Sophia's pussy. Sophia's moans. Ava came hard within minutes, thighs clamping around his head, moaning his name.
But Ryan wasn't finished. He climbed up, shoved his rock-hard cock inside her in one smooth thrust, and fucked her with the same energy he'd had the night before. Deep, powerful strokes. Lasting longer. Hitting every spot perfectly. Ava's eyes widened in shock and pleasure.
"Baby… you're… so good today," she moaned, legs wrapped around him.
He lasted almost twenty minutes this time, pounding her through two more orgasms before finally exploding deep inside her with a long groan. When he collapsed beside her, both of them panting, Ava kissed his cheek softly.
"Whatever got into you last night and this morning… I like it," she whispered with a satisfied smile.
Ryan just grinned, but inside his head the video was still playing on loop. *It's because of Sophia. That video… it unlocked something.*
Later, while Ava was in the shower, he grabbed his phone again to watch the video one more time.
It was gone.
A small message appeared: "This video can only be played 2 times. It has now self-destructed."
Ryan stared at the blank screen, heart sinking. The video was truly deleted. No way to get it back. A wave of sadness washed over him. He wanted to see Sophia like that again. Needed to.
He sighed and set the phone down. There was nothing he could do.
The rest of the day passed lazily. They had brunch, watched a movie, and lounged around. Around 4 p.m., Ryan's phone buzzed with a new message.
It was from Sophia.
**Sophia:** Hey Ryan… maybe we should talk about what happened yesterday at the pool? Just the two of us. Marcus is out running errands right now. You can come over if you want. Door's open.
Ryan's heart jumped. His cock twitched instantly at the memory of her hand around him. He typed back quickly.
**Ryan:** Okay. I'll be right over.
He told Ava he was going next door to return a tool Marcus had lent him. She just smiled and nodded, still glowing from their morning sex.
The second Ryan stepped out the front door and crossed the driveway, Marcus slipped out of his own house through the side gate. He waited until Ryan was inside, then walked straight into Ava's house without knocking.
Ava was still in the living room in a loose tank top and panties. She turned, surprised, but the moment she saw Marcus her eyes lit up with hunger.
He didn't say a word. He crossed the room in three strides, grabbed her by the waist, and kissed her roughly. Ava moaned into his mouth, hands flying to his chest. She dropped to her knees instantly, yanking his shorts down. His thick cock sprang free, already hard.
She swallowed him greedily — no teasing, no warmup. Deep, sloppy throat fucking, gagging herself on his length while drool ran down her chin. Marcus groaned, fisting her hair, using her mouth like a toy.
"Fuck… your husband just left to talk to my wife and you're already on your knees for me," he growled.
Ava moaned around his cock, sucking harder.
Minutes later he had her bent over the couch, tiny panties ripped aside. He slammed into her soaked pussy in one brutal thrust and fucked her raw — hard, fast, punishing strokes that made her heavy tits bounce wildly and her moans echo through the house.
"Take it, slut," he snarled, slapping her ass. "Your husband's next door talking to Sophia while I'm destroying this married pussy."
Ava came screaming his name, then again, and again, completely lost in the rough, filthy sex.
Ryan had no idea what was happening in his own living room.
He was already inside Sophia's house, heart pounding, wondering what she wanted to "talk" about.
**To be continued…**
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