Ethan Reed froze on the doorstep, eyes locked on the vision in front of him. Ava Bennett stood there in nothing but a tiny white see-through crop top that clung to her heavy breasts like a second skin and a matching white thong so small it barely covered her pussy lips. The thin fabric was already slightly damp at the crotch, and her dark pink nipples poked hard and obvious against the sheer material. Her hair was messy from sleep, lips still swollen from last night's activities, and the faint red handprint from Marcus's goodbye spank was still visible on the curve of her ass cheek where the thong rode up.
His average cock surged to full hardness in under two seconds, tenting his shorts painfully. *Holy fuck,* he thought, throat dry. *She's even hotter up close.*
Ava tilted her head, one eyebrow raised, a lazy smile playing on her lips. "Can I help you?"
Ethan cleared his throat, trying to sound casual even though his voice cracked. "Yeah… uh, I need to talk to you and your husband. Both of you. It's… important. Really important."
Ava's smile widened just a fraction — something predatory flashing behind her eyes for half a second before she hid it. "Sure. Come in." She stepped aside, the crop top riding up to show the underside of her tits as she turned. "Ryan! Honey, someone's here to see us!"
Ryan came down the stairs in sweatpants and a t-shirt, still half-asleep and clearly not expecting company. His eyes narrowed when he saw the skinny neighbor kid standing in their living room. "Ethan? What's going on, man?"
They all sat down — Ryan and Ava on the couch, Ethan in the armchair across from them. Ethan's hands were shaking as he pulled out his phone, connected it to the TV with a cable, and hit play. The 4K footage from last night filled the screen in crystal-clear detail.
It started with the pool: Ava's bikini top slipping, her heavy tits bouncing free in the water while Marcus groped her ass underwater. Ryan sucking on Sophia's bare breasts. Then the threesome on the lounge chairs — Sophia on her knees sucking both cocks, spit dripping down her chin, Marcus talking filthy about his wife being a cumslut. The spitroast. Ava stepping out naked. The "just this once" lie. Then the real explosion: Ava riding Ryan cowgirl while Marcus stepped behind her, pressing his massive cock against her asshole. The deep, stretching double penetration. Ava moaning into Ryan's mouth, "Ryan… this is just one time thing, right?" Sophia sitting on Ryan's face while making out with Ava. Ryan cumming inside his wife in under a minute. Sophia cleaning the creampie with her tongue. Marcus carrying Ava to the next chair and fucking her senseless while Ryan watched from the sidelines, cumming over and over — in Sophia, in Ava's mouth, hands-free on his own stomach while Ava talked dirty to him.
The video ended on the final group orgasm, Marcus flooding Ava's pussy as she screamed.
The room was dead silent for ten long seconds.
Ryan's face had gone ghostly white. His hands trembled in his lap. *Oh God. Oh fuck. This can't be happening.* His mind spiraled instantly — the videos getting out, his coworkers seeing them, his boss, his family, Ava's parents. His wife humiliated online forever. Strangers jerking off to her getting DP'd by the neighbor while he sat there like a pathetic cuck. He wouldn't be able to protect her. He'd lose everything. His chest tightened so hard he could barely breathe.
Ava, on the other hand, was a completely different story.
Her nipples were diamond-hard, poking obscenely against the sheer top. Between her thighs, her pussy had flooded instantly. The thong was now soaked through, a visible wet spot spreading across the front. She pressed her thighs together subtly, trying to hide how turned on she was, but inside her head the fantasies were already exploding like fireworks.
*Fuck… if these videos get out… thousands of strangers watching me get destroyed. Fapping to me taking two cocks at once. Downloading clips of me moaning like a whore while my husband watches.* She bit her lip, imagining random guys on the street recognizing her. A delivery driver pulling her into an alley, shoving his cock down her throat because he'd jerked off to the video that morning. A group of construction workers catcalling her, then dragging her behind a building and running a train on her while she begged for more. Comments flooding the internet — "That slut's husband is such a beta" — and her secretly reading every single one while fingering herself. The risk, the exposure, the total loss of control… her clit throbbed so hard she almost moaned out loud. Her panty was drenched, juices starting to trickle down her inner thigh.
The video stopped. Ethan leaned back, trying to look confident even though his own cock was still rock-hard in his shorts.
"As you've seen," he said, voice cracking only slightly, "I have videos and pictures of everything. So you both have to do whatever I say… or I publish these online. Every site. Every forum. They'll go viral in hours."
Ryan's mouth went dry. He could already picture the headlines. The shame. The way people would look at Ava forever. "Please… don't," he whispered, voice shaking. "We'll do anything. Just… don't ruin us."
Ethan smiled, feeling a rush of power. He decided to play it safe after the disaster at Marcus's house. No cockiness this time. "Don't worry. I only have one demand. As long as you both fulfill it, I won't do anything. I'll even delete the files in front of you."
Ryan saw a tiny ray of desperate hope. His shoulders sagged with relief. "What is it? Money? How much do you want? Name it. I'll transfer it right now. Just tell me the number."
Ethan shook his head slowly. "I don't need money." He looked straight at Ava, then back at Ryan. "What I want… is your wife."
Ryan's face twisted in instant anger. "What kind of fucking joke is this?"
Ethan shrugged, eyes flicking to Ava's soaked thong and hard nipples. "What's the problem? You let Marcus fuck her right in front of you last night. You watched him stretch her ass while you were inside her pussy. You came four times just from seeing it. So why not me?"
Ryan opened his mouth… then closed it. The words died in his throat. He couldn't argue. The footage proved everything. He couldn't refuse without risking total destruction. But he also couldn't bring himself to say the words — to actually tell another man he could have his wife. His hands clenched into fists on his knees. He looked at Ava, helpless.
Ava placed a gentle hand on Ryan's thigh, voice soft and understanding on the outside. Inside, her pussy clenched with fresh excitement. *Yes. Yes. Yes.* She looked at her husband with big, worried eyes. "Ryan… it's okay. We don't have any choice. We need to agree to what he says."
Ryan swallowed hard, defeated. He nodded slowly, voice barely above a whisper. "You're right, baby. Don't worry. It will be over soon."
Ava nodded back, the perfect picture of a supportive wife. But inside her head she was screaming with dark joy. *Hopefully it won't be over soon…*
Ethan leaned back in the chair, heart pounding with triumph. *Jackpot.*
**To be continued…**
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