Ashley blinked. “You want me to be your date to your fuck-buddy’s wedding?”
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Darren smirked, watching her reactions unfold—layer after layer of jealousy, pride, and heat. “You’re cute when you’re mad,” he murmured, brushing his lips against her ear. “Makes me wanna fuck the attitude out of you.”
Ashley turned her face toward him, eyes dark and narrowed. “I’m not mad.”
“Jealous, then,” he said, nipping her earlobe. “You wanna be my only slut?”
“I am your only slut,” she snapped—then immediately stiffened, surprised by her own words.
Darren’s brows arched, his smile deepening with approval.
“Look at you,” he whispered, gripping her thigh tighter. “Such a filthy mouth on a pretty little housewife.”
Ashley leaned forward, voice dropping to a low, velvety growl. “You think about her when you fuck me?”
Darren didn’t blink. “Only when I need to come quicker. Maya gets me there fast.”
“Don’t say her name again,” Ashley said, voice low and warning.
He grinned. “What’s wrong, babe? Afraid of a little competition?”
“Let her fucking try,” she growled.
Then her tone shifted—cool, cutting, deadly sweet. “Mmm… on second thought? I think I will come. I’ll even sit in the front row. Legs crossed. No panties.”
Darren broke into a slow grin. “You gonna wear something slutty?”
“I’m gonna wear nothing,” she hissed, starting to grind as his cock twitched beneath her. “I’ll be so nude her groom will be watching me more than her, on that bitch’s special day.”
“Yeah, baby?” Darren groaned, breath catching as her grind deepened.
Ashley raked her nails down his chest, watching him flinch and suck in breath. “I’ll make you come before we even pull into the damn parking lot,” she whispered against his ear, biting down on the lobe.
Then she pulled back, eyes burning.
“I’ll smile at her across the aisle while she says her vows,” she said softly, darkly, “while your cum’s leaking down my thighs, staining the church pews.”
Darren chuckled as he clutched her ass. “You dirty little slut.”
Ashley leaned into his ear. “Your cum’s still inside me from last night,” she said, voice low and wicked. “You think I’m gonna let some bachata bitch pretend she still matters?”
Darren’s breath caught. He looked down—his cock visibly stirring beneath her.
She rolled her hips once, slow and obscene, pressing herself against him.
I stood frozen, mug gripped tight, eyes locked on the slow grind of my wife’s hips over another man.
Ashley bit her lip, then leaned in and nipped his jaw. “The night of the wedding,” she purred, “I want you to fuck me harder than you ever fucked her. Make it hurt. I want you to forget she ever existed.”
Darren groaned. “Is that so? And what would your husband think of that?”
I flinched, looking up.
Ashley turned, straddling his lap now, the robe falling fully open at the front, baring the soft inner curve of her thighs. Her eyes burned. “You’re an ass.”
Darren kissed my wife, deep and slow, savoring it. His hand slid all the way beneath her robe now, gripping her bare ass like he owned every inch of it.
I watched as she melted into it—eyes fluttering closed, a soft sound slipping from her lips that was almost a whimper.
Then Ashley pulled herself back. She stood, stretching. Her robe shifted again, opening just enough for Darren’s eyes to dip appreciatively. She didn’t bother fixing it.
“I’m gonna grab a shower,” she said over her shoulder as she headed toward the hallway.
She paused halfway down the hall, fingers loosening the knot at her waist. With a soft whisper of silk, her robe slid from her shoulders and fell in a silent puddle around her ankles. She looked back at Darren and raised an eyebrow. “You coming?”
Darren stood slowly, tugging the waistband of his shorts low. “Wouldn’t be polite to leave a lady waiting.” Then, slow and deliberate, he pushed his shorts down. His thick, heavy cock sprang forward—dark, veined, and already hardening. My breath caught at the sheer size of it.
He stepped out of them, completely nude, stretching like he had all the time in the world. His cock bounced heavily with every stride—a stark reminder of what was about to penetrate my wife’s womanhood again.
He approached her and gave her a soft swat on the ass. She let out a soft squeal, giggling as she flinched. Then, without missing a beat, he scooped her into his arms—her breasts bouncing gently as she gasped, legs wrapping instinctively around his waist.
He turned toward the hallway, cradling her with ease, but just before vanishing, he paused.
Darren glanced back at me, voice low and smug. “Runny eggs and thick toast. You’ve got time—I’ll be keeping your wife busy.”
I stood there, coffee cooling in my hand.
The house was still.
But inside me, everything buzzed.
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