Ryan's heart hammered against his ribs as he crossed the driveway and knocked on Sophia's door. The message she had sent kept replaying in his head: *Maybe we should talk about what happened yesterday at the pool.* He told himself it was just a conversation. Nothing more. But his cock was already half-hard at the memory of her soft fingers wrapped around him underwater.
The door opened almost immediately. Sophia stood there in a thin white tank top and tiny black shorts, no bra, her full breasts pressing against the fabric, nipples faintly visible. She smiled warmly, but her eyes held that same dark hunger from last night.
"Come in, Ryan," she said softly, stepping aside. "Marcus is out for a couple of hours. We can talk privately."
He stepped inside. The house smelled faintly of her perfume — sweet and dangerous. Sophia closed the door behind him and leaned against it for a second, watching him.
"I wanted to apologize about yesterday," she began, voice gentle. "I got carried away in the pool. The drinks, the heat… I shouldn't have touched you like that. I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable."
Ryan rubbed the back of his neck, cheeks warming. "It's okay. We were all drunk. It was just… a crazy night. No hard feelings."
Sophia stepped closer. Close enough that he could see the way her breasts rose and fell with each breath. "The thing is, Ryan…" She bit her lower lip, eyes locking onto his. "I didn't hate it. Not even a little. In fact… I really enjoyed it."
Ryan's breath caught. His cock twitched hard in his shorts. For a split second he imagined her hand sliding into his pants again, right here in the living room. His mind raced with possibilities — was she offering more? Right now?
Sophia saw the spark in his eyes and smiled. She took one more step, until her breasts brushed lightly against his chest. "Maybe," she whispered, "we could keep it a secret. Just between us. Do it again sometime… when no one else is around."
Ryan opened his mouth, but no words came out. His brain screamed *yes* and *no* at the same time. He stood frozen, heart pounding.
Sophia didn't wait for an answer.
She dropped to her knees right there in the hallway, looking up at him with those dark, hungry eyes. Her fingers hooked into his waistband and pulled his shorts down in one smooth motion. His cock sprang free, already rock-hard and leaking. Sophia wrapped her soft hand around the base and leaned in.
"Shhh… just let me take care of you," she murmured.
Her lips parted and she took him into her warm, wet mouth in one slow glide. Ryan groaned, head falling back against the wall. Sophia sucked him like she had been dreaming about it — deep, sloppy, tongue swirling around the head before sliding all the way down until her nose pressed against his stomach. She moaned around his cock, the vibration shooting straight through him.
"Fuck… Sophia…" Ryan's hand instinctively went to her hair. He had never been this rough with Eva. Never taken control like this. But with Sophia he felt different — bolder, dirtier. He gripped her hair tighter and started thrusting gently into her throat.
Sophia loved it. She pulled off just long enough to strip her tank top off, freeing her heavy breasts, then dove back down, sucking harder while her tits bounced with every bob of her head.
After a few minutes she stood up, breathing hard, lips shiny. She peeled off her shorts and stood completely naked in front of him. "Touch me," she whispered.
Ryan's hands were on her instantly — rougher than he had ever been with his own wife. He grabbed her full breasts, squeezing them hard, slapping the soft flesh so they jiggled. Sophia moaned loudly, arching into his touch. "Harder," she begged. He slapped them again, watching them bounce, then pinched her nipples until she gasped. This wasn't the gentle, loving sex he had with Eva. This was raw. Primal.
Sophia turned around, bent over the back of the couch, and spread her legs. "Fuck me, Ryan. Right now."
He didn't hesitate. He lined up and thrust into her soaked pussy in one hard stroke. Sophia cried out in pleasure. Ryan fucked her with deep, powerful strokes — the same energy he had used on Ava that morning, but even more intense. His hands kept slapping her ass and squeezing her swinging tits while he pounded her.
They came together — Sophia first, walls clenching around him as she moaned his name, then Ryan exploding deep inside her with a long groan. He filled her completely, hips jerking until every drop was spent.
The second the orgasm faded, post-nut clarity slammed into Ryan like a truck.
*What the fuck did I just do?*
Guilt crashed over him. He pulled out quickly, cum dripping from Sophia's pussy onto the floor. "I… I have to go," he stammered, yanking his shorts up. "This was… I shouldn't have—"
He didn't even wait for her reply. He bolted out the front door, heart racing, face burning with shame.
Marcus was standing right outside.
He had just come from Ryan's house, where he had spent the last hour fucking Ava senseless over the couch. His hair was still messy, shirt slightly untucked. He looked at Ryan with a knowing smirk.
Ryan froze. *Oh god. I just fucked his wife… and he has no idea what I did to him.*
Marcus raised an eyebrow. "Hey, bro. Forgot something over here?"
Ryan forced a weak laugh. "Yeah… left my… uh… charger. Yeah."
Marcus didn't push. He just grinned. "You liked what I sent you yesterday, didn't you?"
Ryan's face went pale, then red. "Well… you really are lucky to have such a beautiful wife."
Marcus chuckled. "Come on, bro. We both know Eva is as beautiful as she is from outside… as well as from inside." The way he said "inside" carried heavy, filthy meaning.
Ryan nodded awkwardly, unable to meet his eyes.
Marcus leaned in slightly. "Want me to send more of those videos to you?"
Ryan stayed silent, throat tight.
Marcus laughed softly. "Haha… of course you want it." He clapped Ryan on the shoulder. "Maybe we could trade, buddy. Think about it."
Ryan forced a nervous laugh that came out shaky. "Yeah… maybe."
Marcus gave him one last knowing smirk. "See you around, bro."
Ryan walked back to his house on shaky legs, mind spinning with guilt, lust, and the terrifying realization that he wanted more.
**To be continued…**
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