Ethan's heart hammered against his ribs as he sat in the Bennetts' living room, the TV still glowing with the frozen image of Ava getting double-penetrated. He had heard every word of their quiet conversation — Ryan's shaky "It will be over soon," Ava's soft "We don't have any choice." A slow, triumphant grin spread across his face. *They actually agreed. Jackpot.*
Ryan sat on the couch like a statue, pale and silent, staring at the floor. His hands were clenched so tight his knuckles were white. Ava, still in her tiny sheer white crop top and thong, stood up slowly. The wet spot between her legs had grown even darker. She stepped forward, hips swaying just enough to make her heavy breasts jiggle under the thin fabric.
"You win," she said, voice calm and steady for Ryan's sake. "Do what you're gonna do."
Inside, Ava was on fire. Her pussy was dripping so much she could feel it trickling down her inner thigh. The thought of this skinny gamer neighbor fucking her right in front of her husband made her clit throb. *Thousands of people might see those videos… and now this loser gets to use me while Ryan watches.* She was already imagining strangers recognizing her on the street, pulling her into alleys, using her like the slut she was.
Ethan didn't waste a second. He stood up fast, grabbed Ava by the waist, and yanked her against him. Their mouths crashed together in a hungry, sloppy kiss right in front of Ryan. Ethan's tongue pushed into her mouth like he owned it. Ava moaned loudly into the kiss, pressing her soaked thong against the hard bulge in Ethan's shorts.
Ryan wanted to look away. He wanted to scream. But his eyes stayed glued to them. His cock twitched hard inside his sweatpants, already half-hard again despite how many times he had cum the night before.
Ethan broke the kiss with a wet pop and smirked at Ryan. "Watch closely, cuck." He grabbed the hem of Ava's crop top and yanked it up and off in one motion. Her heavy tits spilled free, nipples rock-hard and begging. Ethan latched onto one immediately, sucking hard, tongue swirling around the stiff peak while his hand squeezed the other breast roughly. Ava arched her back and moaned, loud and shameless.
"Mmm… yes… suck them harder…"
Ryan's mouth went dry. He could see how much Ava was enjoying it — the way her eyes fluttered, the way she pushed her chest into Ethan's face. Last night with Marcus she had cum over and over. With him… he hadn't even made her cum once. The memory stung.
Ethan pulled back, breathing hard, and shoved his shorts down. His cock sprang out — average length, but slightly thicker and longer than Ryan's 5.5 inches. He grabbed Ava by the hair and pushed her down to her knees.
"Suck it, slut."
Ava dropped eagerly, eyes locked on Ryan the whole time. She opened her mouth wide and took Ethan's cock to the back of her throat in one smooth motion, moaning around the shaft like she was starving for it. Wet, sloppy sounds filled the living room as she bobbed her head fast, spit dripping down her chin onto her bouncing tits. She sucked with pure passion — hollowed cheeks, swirling tongue, gagging herself willingly.
Ryan's cock was fully hard now, tenting his sweatpants obscenely. Seeing his wife so hungry for another man's dick hurt… and turned him on more than he wanted to admit. Guilt and arousal twisted together in his gut.
Ethan groaned, fucking Ava's throat for a minute before pulling out with a wet pop. He reached down and hooked his fingers into the waistband of her soaked thong, sliding it down her legs. The fabric was drenched. He brought it to his face, inhaling deeply, then licked the wet crotch with a filthy moan.
"Fuck, you're dripping for me already."
He dropped the thong and pushed two fingers into Ava's pussy, then three, pumping them fast. Ava cried out, hips bucking. "Oh god… yes…"
Ethan pulled his fingers out, shiny with her juices, and spun her around. "Bend over. Hands on your husband's lap. Face him while I fuck you."
Ava obeyed instantly. She bent at the waist, planting her hands on Ryan's thighs, her face inches from his. Her heavy tits hung down, nipples brushing his legs. Her ass was presented perfectly to Ethan. He lined up and slammed into her soaked pussy in one hard thrust.
"Fuuuuck!" Ava moaned right in Ryan's face.
Ethan started pounding her deep and fast, hips slapping loudly against her ass. The wet sounds of her pussy taking every inch filled the room. Ava's tits swung with every thrust, her eyes half-lidded in pleasure as she stared at her husband.
Ryan couldn't hold it. The sight of another man railing his wife from behind while she looked straight at him was too much. His cock jerked inside his pants and he came hard, hot spurts soaking the front of his sweatpants. A dark wet spot spread across the fabric.
Ava noticed immediately. A wicked little smile curved her lips. She leaned forward and kissed Ryan deeply, tongue sliding into his mouth while Ethan kept destroying her pussy from behind.
After two minutes Ryan was hard again, cock straining against the cum-soaked fabric. Ava reached down without breaking the kiss, yanked his sweatpants down, and freed his throbbing dick.
Ethan laughed breathlessly as he kept thrusting. "You want to suck your husband while I fuck you? Like yesterday? But let's be real — he likes jerking off more when his wife gets fucked by other men."
Ava's pussy clenched hard around Ethan's cock at the words. Ryan's face burned with anger, but he couldn't deny it. He stayed silent, jaw tight.
Ava didn't care. She dropped her mouth onto Ryan's cock and started sucking him greedily while Ethan railed her from behind. The three of them formed a perfect spitroast — Ava's body rocking between the two men, moaning around her husband's dick every time Ethan bottomed out.
Ethan's cock was slightly bigger than Ryan's, stretching her just a little more, hitting spots Ryan never could. Ryan lasted barely two minutes before he groaned and unloaded down Ava's throat. She swallowed every drop, pulled off with a wet pop, and smiled sweetly at him.
"I love you, baby."
Ryan couldn't speak. He just panted, spent again.
Ethan pulled out, flipped Ava onto her back on the couch, and slid back inside her in missionary. He fucked her hard and deep for five straight minutes, her legs wrapped around his waist, tits bouncing wildly. Then Ava took control — she pushed him down and climbed on top, turning to face Ryan in reverse cowgirl. She started riding Ethan's cock like a woman possessed, ass rippling, pussy swallowing him over and over while she looked straight at her husband.
Ryan's hand moved on its own. He wrapped his fingers around his cock and started stroking again, eyes glued to the sight of his wife doing all the work, bouncing on another man's dick like it was the best thing she'd ever felt.
For the next forty minutes the living room became a nonstop fuckfest. Ethan took Ava in every position he could think of — doggy again, sideways on the couch, standing up against the wall while Ryan watched from the armchair. Ava came six times, screaming, squirting, body shaking. Ethan pumped four thick loads into her — two in her pussy, one down her throat, one across her tits. Ryan came seven times total — jerking frantically every time Ava looked at him mid-orgasm, every time she moaned another man's name.
By the end Ryan had cum more than anyone else in the room.
The three of them finally collapsed on the couch and floor, bodies slick with sweat and cum, breathing hard. Ava lay between them, cum leaking from her pussy and dripping down her chin, a satisfied, glassy-eyed smile on her face. Ethan looked smug, chest heaving. Ryan stared at the ceiling, mind blank, cock soft and spent, the sticky mess of seven orgasms cooling on his stomach and thighs.
No one spoke. The only sound was their heavy breathing and the faint wet drip of cum onto the couch.
**To be continued…**
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