The last of Ryan's cum had barely slid down Sophia's throat when the tablecloth settled back into place. The four of them sat there as if nothing filthy had happened beneath the table. Ryan's heart hammered in his chest. His cock was softening in his pants, still slick from Sophia's mouth, but his mind was spinning faster than it had all night.
She was the one giving Marcus the footjob… not Sophia.
The realization kept looping in his head. Ava's soft sole wrapped around Marcus's thick cock, stroking him slowly while she smiled innocently across the table and chatted about recipes. She had done it on purpose. She had wanted to. And Ryan had cum harder than he expected the moment he understood what was happening.
Am I really that kind of man now? The kind who gets off watching his own wife pleasure another man?
He stared at his half-eaten plate, the guilt twisting in his stomach like a knife. But underneath the guilt was something darker and warmer — a thrill he couldn't deny. The way Ava's foot had moved so confidently, the way she had looked at Marcus while she did it… it had turned him on more than he wanted to admit. Even now, the memory made his spent cock twitch weakly.
She volunteered for it. She wanted to play with his dick right in front of me.
Ryan glanced at Ava. She was laughing at something Sophia said, her cheeks still flushed, her eyes sparkling with that familiar hungry gleam. She looked happy. Satisfied. Like this was exactly where she wanted to be.
The conflict raged inside him. Part of him still wanted to be the faithful husband who protected his wife. The other part — the part that had cum seven times today and two time now— was starting to lean in. Maybe he should just accept it. Maybe he enjoyed it.
Marcus leaned back in his chair with a satisfied sigh, breaking the brief silence. "Well, this was a wonderful dinner. Thank you, Ryan, bro. And thank you, Ava, for the great company."
Sophia smiled warmly, dabbing her lips with a napkin. "Yeah, I really enjoyed it… We don't need to hold a big party to enjoy ourselves. We just need each other's company, hehe."
Ava leaned back, crossing her legs under the table so her bare foot brushed Ryan's calf again. "Oh, you guys don't need to be so polite. We enjoy your company too."
Ryan stayed quiet, still lost in his thoughts. He didn't say a word.
Marcus noticed and raised an eyebrow, a knowing smirk tugging at his lips. "You okay, bro? You're not saying anything. Did you not enjoy our company?" The way he said it carried a clear hint toward the blowjob Sophia had given him under the table.
Ryan forced an awkward smile, his face burning. "Yeah… that was great. I mean, it was great having dinner with you guys."
Marcus chuckled deeply. "Haha, of course you did…"
Sophia glanced at the clock on the wall. "Well, we should not disturb you guys anymore and leave. It's getting late."
Ava's eyes sparkled with mischief. "What's the hurry? We can have some drinks… Right, Marcus?"
Ryan's cock twitched again at her words. The thought of them staying longer sent a fresh wave of conflicted arousal through him.
Marcus grinned. "Well, if you insist…"
Ava stood up gracefully, smoothing her dress. "Alright, you guys can go sit on the sofa. I'll take care of these plates and arrange for drinks."
Ryan started to stand to help guide Sophia and Marcus to the living room, but Marcus waved him off casually. "I'll help Ava. You guys go wait."
Ava's pussy throbbed at the suggestion. Ryan's cock did the same.
Before Ryan could protest, Sophia grabbed his arm with a sweet, innocent smile. "Alright, we'll go and wait for you guys. Don't be late. Let's go, Ryan."
Ryan let Sophia pull him toward the living room, his heart pounding. The moment they were gone, Marcus and Ava were alone in the kitchen.
Marcus stepped close behind Ava the second the door clicked shut. His voice was low and hungry. "You really teased me with your foot down there and didn't even let me cum." He reached down and pulled his cock out, already rock-hard again. "Now you're responsible for this and are going to take care of it?"
Ava turned to face him, a playful laugh escaping her lips. "Is that so? Even I didn't cum, so why should you?"
Marcus smirked, pulling her against him. "Well, you did make Ryan cum."
Ava grinned, eyes dark with lust. "He gets a pass since I love him, hehe."
Marcus crashed his lips against hers in a deep, possessive kiss. His hands slid down to her ass, lifting the hem of her dress and slipping a thick finger inside her soaked pussy. "Already so wet… Let me just put it in and don't let them wait for us too long."
Ava moaned into his mouth, then laughed breathlessly. "You're so bad…"
Marcus spun her around, pinning her against the kitchen counter, her face toward the wall. She arched her back like a bitch in heat, pushing her ass out eagerly. Marcus lifted her dress, yanked her soaked panties to the side, and thrust into her in one smooth, powerful stroke.
"Fuuuuck…" Ava bit her lip hard, trying desperately to stifle her moan so Ryan and Sophia wouldn't hear from the living room.
Marcus fucked her hard and deep, his hips slapping quietly against her ass. Ava gripped the edge of the counter, her tits bouncing inside her dress, her pussy clenching around his thick cock. She tried to keep quiet, but soft, needy whimpers still escaped her lips with every thrust.
They fucked like that for five intense minutes — fast, filthy, and risky. The sound of skin on skin was barely masked by the running faucet Ava had turned on as cover. Marcus's hands gripped her hips, pulling her back onto his cock while she pushed back to meet him.
"I'm gonna cum…" Marcus growled low in her ear.
"Me too… fill me up," Ava whispered, her voice trembling as she tried to stay quiet.
They came together — Marcus flooding her pussy with hot spurts while Ava's walls clenched around him, her orgasm ripping through her in waves. She bit her lip so hard she almost drew blood to keep from crying out.
Marcus stayed inside her for a few seconds, breathing hard, then pulled out slowly. A thick drop of his cum leaked down Ava's thigh. She quickly fixed her panties and smoothed her dress, a satisfied, wicked smile on her face.
Marcus kissed her neck once more. "Good girl."
They quickly washed their hands and grabbed the drinks as if nothing had happened.
When they finally walked into the living room, Ryan and Sophia were sitting on the sofa, chatting casually. Ava handed out the drinks with a bright, innocent smile.
To be continued...
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