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530words2026-01-26 11:21

"On your knees. Lick it."
The wet, suggestive sounds mixed with a man's low groans.
I was curled up inside a wardrobe, watching through a crack my husband and his mistress doing it.

My mouth felt dry, and a slow heat spread through my body.
"Feeling lonely? Not to brag, but your husband couldn't handle like me."
A hot hand slid under my shirt from behind. The man who also hid in the wardrobe blew softly on my ear.
"They're playing outside, we're playing in here. This is gonna feel so good."
John and I fell for each other and got married.
I stood by him as he climbed from a poor nobody to the CEO of a major corporation.

As for my own company, I stepped back from the front lines when it got stable.
Once the career was set, I thought it time to focus on the family.
But I didn't expect John would stir the trouble.
"Honey, can you try being more like this girl in the video?"

John gave me a goofy grin on the bed. I took his phone and saw something that made me blush instantly.
A fair-skinned, young woman was on her knees, face flushed, eyes glazed with pleasure.
Several tall, muscular men surrounded her, playing with her like she was a pet.
They lifted her from the floor like holding a baby to pee.
Everything was on full display. I turned bright red.
But the woman in the video wasn't embarrassed at all. She seemed pretty much turned on.
She pulled a man's large hand, mewling and moaning.
"Master, please, be good to me."
I couldn't watch anymore and threw the phone back at John.
The video kept playing. Hearing those suggestive sounds, the images flooded back into my mind.
John leaned in, roughly grabbing my breast through my clothes with one of his hand.
"Babe, call me Master too."
He licked his lips. There was a flash of heat in his eyes.
I pushed him away without thinking.
"John! I am not some slut from your videos! You... you stop watching that trash right now!"
John didn't seem upset. He just picked up his discarded suit jacket and said he had a dinner meeting to get to.
I didn't stop him from leaving. My own mind was in turmoil.
Even though I scolded John, that video had really stirred something in me.
No matter how desperately I denied being turned on by that slutty behavior, I couldn't stop touching myself.
My long, pale legs felt weak. A secret thrill built up, wave after wave.
I couldn't help myself. I took one of John's suit jackets, laid it on the floor, and knelt on it, swaying my hips.
Soon, it felt like I was burning.
Gasping, my eyes met my reflection in the wardrobe mirror.
The reflection showed me with my tongue out, face flushed, body trembling slightly.
I turned away in shame, cursing myself softly.
Slut!
After that night, John started acting really strange.
Despite occupied by his business, he came home every night this month and went straight to sleep.
Not just a day or two, but every single night!