The moment Sophia pulled Ryan into the living room, the heavy wooden door clicked shut behind them, cutting off the faint clink of dishes from the kitchen. The sofa was large and soft, the lights dimmed low. Ryan sat down heavily, heart still racing from everything that had happened under the dinner table. Sophia sat right beside him, closer than necessary, her short sundress riding up her smooth thighs.
For a few seconds they just sat in silence. Ryan stared at the floor, mind replaying the same loop: Ava's foot stroking Marcus under the table, the way she had looked at Marcus while doing it, the way his own body had betrayed him again and again.
Sophia turned toward him, her auburn hair falling over one shoulder. She placed a gentle hand on his knee. "Ryan… you're thinking too hard again."
He swallowed. "I… I don't know what's happening to me anymore."
Sophia's smile was soft, understanding. She leaned in slowly, her lips brushing his ear. "Then stop thinking. Just feel."
Before he could answer, she kissed him. It was gentle at first, then deeper, her tongue sliding into his mouth with practiced hunger. Ryan's eyes widened for half a second, but the warmth of her mouth and the scent of her skin made his resistance melt. He kissed her back, hands instinctively moving to her waist.
Sophia hummed happily against his lips. Her hand slid down his chest, over his stomach, and straight into his lap. She palmed the growing bulge in his pants, squeezing gently.
"Sophia…" he breathed, voice shaky.
"Shhh." She unzipped him with practiced ease and pulled his cock out. It was already hard again. She stroked him slowly, thumb circling the sensitive head, spreading the bead of precum that had already leaked out.
Then she slid off the sofa and dropped to her knees between his legs. Without another word she took him into her mouth, warm and wet, sucking him deep in one smooth motion.
Ryan groaned, head falling back against the sofa. Sophia's head bobbed steadily, her tongue swirling, lips tight around his shaft. She moaned softly around him, the vibration shooting straight to his balls.
At that exact moment, from the kitchen, a muffled moan drifted through the closed door.
It was Ava.
Ryan's eyes snapped open. He knew that sound. He knew exactly what it meant. Marcus was in there with her, probably fingering her, maybe even fucking her already. The image flashed in his mind — Ava bent over the counter, dress hiked up, Marcus's thick cock sliding into her from behind.
The thought should have made him furious.
Instead, his cock throbbed harder in Sophia's mouth.
Sophia noticed. She pulled off just long enough to whisper, "That's your wife moaning for him… and you're getting even harder." Then she dove back down, sucking him faster, wetter, more eagerly.
Ryan's hips jerked. The guilt was still there, but it was being drowned out by something stronger. He came with a choked groan, flooding Sophia's mouth. She swallowed every drop, milking him gently until he was spent, then sat back on her heels and wiped her lips with a satisfied smile.
"What is going on with you?" she asked softly, still kneeling between his legs. "When we first had sex you lasted longer… but from last night onward, when Marcus joins you and Ava, you cum so fast".
Ryan stared at the ceiling, breathing hard. "I don't know… I don't know what's happening in my head. Or what my heart actually wants anymore."
Sophia climbed back onto the sofa and cupped his face, forcing him to look at her. "You need to accept yourself, Ryan. Stop fighting it. Stop deciding what's 'wrong' and what's 'right.' Just do what your body and your heart want."
Her words hit him like a lightning bolt. The conflict that had been tearing him apart suddenly felt… lighter. He didn't have to keep pretending. He didn't have to hate himself for enjoying it.
Sophia smiled, reading the change in his eyes. "Wanna spy on your wife and my husband?"
Ryan didn't even hesitate this time. "Yes."
They stood up quietly. Sophia took his hand and led him toward the kitchen door. They cracked it open just enough to peek inside.
Marcus had Ava pinned against the wall, her face turned away, her back arched like a bitch in heat. Her white dress was bunched around her waist, panties pulled to the side. Marcus was fucking her hard from behind, his thick cock slamming into her soaked pussy with deep, powerful strokes. Ava was biting her lip desperately, trying to stay quiet, but soft, needy whimpers still escaped every time he bottomed out.
Ryan's cock instantly hardened again. This time there was no guilt. No shame. Just pure, raw arousal.
Sophia noticed. She reached down and started rubbing her own pussy through her dress, biting her lip at the sight of her husband destroying Ava.
Ryan didn't ask. He simply pulled Sophia's dress up, yanked her panties aside, and slid into her from behind while they both watched through the cracked door. Sophia moaned softly, pushing back against him. They fucked slowly, quietly, eyes glued to the kitchen.
Ava and Marcus came together — Marcus growling low as he flooded her pussy, Ava's body shaking as she tried to stifle her orgasm. Sophia came at the same moment, clenching hard around Ryan's cock.
They still had about ten minutes before Ava and Marcus would finish cleaning up and come back.
Ryan didn't waste them.
He pulled Sophia back to the sofa, laid her down, and fucked her properly this time — deep, hard, and confident. Sophia came twice more, moaning into his shoulder, legs wrapped tight around his waist. Ryan could have kept going for hours, but he heard footsteps and voices approaching from the kitchen.
They scrambled. Ryan yanked his pants up, Sophia smoothed her dress and fixed her hair. They sat back down on the sofa, breathing hard but trying to look casual, and started talking about the weather like nothing had happened.
The kitchen door opened.
Ava and Marcus walked in carrying drinks, both looking perfectly normal — flushed cheeks, bright smiles, as if they had only been washing dishes.
Ava handed Ryan his glass with a loving smile. "Here you go, baby."
Ryan took it, heart pounding, but for the first time in a long time he didn't feel broken.
He felt free.
To be continued…
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