The living room smelled like sex — thick, musky, and unmistakable. Cum glistened on the couch cushions, on Ava's thighs, and across Ryan's stomach. Ethan stood up first, legs a little shaky, and pulled his shorts and hoodie back on with a satisfied smirk. He didn't bother hiding the wet spot on his crotch.
Ava and Ryan slowly sat up and dressed in silence. Ava slipped her sheer white crop top back over her heavy breasts, not bothering with the thong — it was soaked and ruined anyway. Ryan tugged on his sweatpants, the dark stain from his seven orgasms still warm against his skin.
Ethan zipped up his hoodie and stretched. "Well then… I'll keep my word. I won't upload anything online. Promise."
Ava smiled sweetly on the outside. Inside, her pussy gave a disappointed little clench. *That's a shame…*
Ryan's voice was hoarse but firm. "And delete those videos. All of them. Right now, in front of us."
Ethan held up his phone, tapped a few times, and showed the screen. "Already done. See? Folder's empty. No copies. You don't have to worry about that."
Ryan exhaled shakily. "Good. This was only a one-time thing. It won't happen again. We're going to forget about this. All of it."
Ethan's grin widened. He stepped close to Ava, cupped one of her tits through the thin top, and gave it a firm slap that made the soft flesh jiggle. Then he leaned in and kissed her hard, tongue sliding into her mouth like he still owned it. Ava moaned softly into the kiss before she could stop herself.
Ryan's cock twitched hard inside his pants at the sight.
"Hey, hey," Ryan said quickly, voice cracking. "We're done here. You can leave now. And don't you dare use that video to blackmail us again."
Ethan pulled back from the kiss with a wet smack and laughed. "Yeah, yeah… we'll see." He turned toward the door.
Ava stood up fast. "I'll see you off," she said, voice perfectly casual.
Ryan's cock twitched again as he watched his wife walk Ethan to the front door, her bare ass cheeks peeking out from under the crop top with every step.
At the threshold Ava kept her voice low. "You can visit me if you want… when my husband isn't home."
Ethan smirked. "But he'll enjoy it more when he watches me fuck you again."
Ava didn't react much on the outside. She just gave a small, noncommittal smile. Yes, Ryan couldn't satisfy her the way the others could. But she still loved him. That part wasn't a lie.
She closed the door softly and walked back to the living room.
"Well… he's gone," she said brightly, sitting down beside Ryan. "And he won't blackmail us again."
Ryan was quiet for a long moment, staring at the floor. Then his shoulders sagged. "Sorry, Ava… for being such a pathetic husband. I couldn't protect you. I just sat there and… jerked off while someone else was fucking you."
Ava turned to him, cupped his face gently, and kissed him soft and slow. "It's okay, honey. It doesn't matter. I still love you… and you love me too. That's all that matters."
The words hit Ryan like a drug. His cock hardened instantly. He grabbed her, pushed her back onto the couch, and slid inside her still-slick pussy in one desperate thrust. He fucked her hard and fast, groaning into her neck. Ava moaned softly, stroking his back, but she didn't cum. She was still too full of Ethan's loads and too turned on by everything that had happened. Ryan lasted less than two minutes before he groaned and added one more weak spurt inside her.
They lay there for a minute, breathing hard. Then Ava kissed his forehead. "See? We're fine."
In the evening the doorbell rang.
Ryan opened the door to find Marcus and Sophia standing there, Marcus holding a large covered dish that smelled amazing and Sophia smiling brightly in a short sundress.
"Hey bro," Marcus said cheerfully. "We made extra food tonight, so we brought some over. Figured you two might be hungry."
Sophia leaned in and gave Ryan a quick, friendly hug. "Hey Ryan… how are you?"
Ryan forced an awkward smile and stepped aside. "Uh, yeah… come on in."
Ava walked in from the kitchen just then. The second her eyes landed on Marcus her pussy fluttered involuntarily, a fresh trickle of mixed cum leaking into her panties. She smiled like nothing was wrong. "Marcus, Sophia! Hi!"
They greeted each other normally — hugs, small talk, compliments on the food. The four of them sat down at the dining table like any other neighborly dinner. Ryan tried to act normal, but his hands were a little shaky as he passed the plates.
Halfway through the meal Ryan cleared his throat. "Bro… about what happened last night. That was a one-time thing. We shouldn't cross that line again."
Marcus nodded easily, chewing a bite of chicken. "Of course, bro. Whatever you say."
Sophia took a sip of wine and smiled. "You guys know that brat Ethan from next door? The skinny gamer kid? He came to our house yesterday trying to blackmail us with a video he recorded."
Ryan's fork froze halfway to his mouth. "You too?"
Marcus chuckled darkly. "Yeah. Little shit thought he could threaten us. I told him I'd break his bones if he didn't fuck off. He ran like a scared puppy."
Ava's eyes lit up with secret excitement. *Just like that?* She was glad Ryan hadn't tried the same tough-guy act — she knew exactly how that would have ended.
Ryan forced a laugh. "Wow… yeah, he came here too."
Before he could say more, Ava jumped in smoothly. "But Ryan was very brave and scared him off too."
Ryan's mind flashed instantly to the memory: Ava bent over his lap getting pounded by Ethan while he came in his own pants for the seventh time. He felt his face burn.
Marcus laughed again, loud and easy. "Of course. Who would feel threatened by that little shit anyway?"
Ryan laughed awkwardly along with him and glanced at Ava. She gave him a quick, secret wink across the table — sweet, supportive, and full of filthy promise.
The rest of dinner continued with normal conversation, but under the table Ava's bare foot slowly slid up Ryan's leg, teasing him while she smiled innocently at Marcus and Sophia.
No one mentioned the videos again. No one mentioned the pool party. Everything looked perfectly normal on the surface.
But Ava's pussy was already wet again, thinking about Ethan's next visit… and Ryan's cock was half-hard under the table, wondering how long they could keep pretending.
**To be continued…**
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