-•MEGAN•-

Christian's tongue pushes into my mouth, tasting of mint mixed with tobacco.

He grabs my waist and drags me tight against him, forcing a gasp from my mouth into his.

After a few seconds, he finally pulls back.

"Your lips taste so fucking amazing," he whispers, his breath warm against my lips.

"What the fuck is wrong with yo-"

Ding-dong!

The doorbell cuts me off.

My husband is home.

"Issac is here," I whisper, my voice shaking. "Stay in here and don't make a sound."

"Okay, ma'am," Christian says, his eyes gleaming.

I push him farther into the bathroom and shut the door.

Then I rush downstairs.

At the front door, I take a deep breath, smooth my hair, and swing it open.

Isaac stands by the door, his face tired, his hair slightly disheveled from work.

"Good evening, darling," I purr.

He looks at me, his eyes widening.

His gaze roams over my body, from the bunny ears down to the see-through leggings. "You look... you look-"

"I look what?" I ask, stepping closer.

"So fucking damn hot," he breathes out.

"Thank you, baby," I say, smiling.

I grab his tie and pull him inside, shutting the door behind us with a kick.

I turn to him, trailing a hand over his chest. "I wore this for you, baby."

Issac smirks and kisses me, his hands roaming roughly over my ass.

I moan into his mouth.

"Mmm, let's take this upstairs," I whisper against his lips.

"Let me take a shower first," he says, pulling back from my lips.

"No, baby," I whine, grinding against him. "I'm so fucking horny right now. I can't wait."

I tug him by the tie, leading him up the stairs to our bedroom.

He follows eagerly, smacking my ass as I lead the way.

"Damn, all this ass for me," he groans.

"Yes, baby," I murmur. "All for you."

At last, we reach our bedroom.

Isaac closes the door without looking back.

As soon as it clicks shut, I press against him, kissing him hungrily.

He pulls back slightly, grinning.

"Let me shower first, Megan. I'm sweaty."

"No, baby," I insist, pushing him back toward the bed. "I want you to fuck me right here. Right now."

My words seem to snap something inside him.

He lifts me effortlessly, setting me on the bed before settling on top of me.

His lips crush against mine, hands roaming over the sheer fabric, cupping and squeezing my breasts.

I feel his hard cock pressing against me through his pants as he grinds into me.

I can't help but moan.

Just as his fingers hook into the waistband of my leggings, I push against his chest.

"Wait," I breathe against his lips.

He pulls back, frowning. "Why? What's wrong?"

"I have a little surprise for you," I say, smiling slyly.

"A surprise? You know I love surprises, especially from you."

"Then get ready," I say, a sly smile curving my lips. "It's the best surprise you'll ever see."

His eyes light up, eager. "Show me, baby."

I push him off me and slide from the bed, taking his hands to lift him to his feet.

Carefully, I lead him to the sturdy wooden chair at the foot of the bed.

"Sit," I instruct.

He grins playfully as he obeys, settling into the chair, eyes hungry and fixed on me.

I can feel the heat of his anticipation as he watches every move I make.

I move to the wardrobe, pulling out four thick ropes before walking back to him.

"What are you planning to do with those?" he asks, eyebrows furrowing.

I lean down, pressing my lips to his in a deep, lingering kiss.

He kisses me back immediately, hungry and eager.

After a few seconds, I pull away, a sly smirk on my lips.

"I want to add a little spice," I whisper. "I'm going to tie you up... and I want you to watch this naughty bunny ride your cock."

A slow smirk spreads across his face. "I never knew you were into role play."

"There are a lot of things you don't know about me."

I crouch and wrap a rope tightly around his right ankle, securing it to the leg of the chair.

I pull it until it digs into his skin, making sure it's as tight as possible. I do the same with his left ankle.

Rising, I move to his wrists, tying his right hand tight to the arm of the chair and knotting it securely, then his left.

I meet his gaze, anticipation burning in his eyes, a wide smile stretching from ear to ear.

I lean in, pressing a soft kiss to his lips before pulling back to whisper in his ear.

"Now, get a taste of your own medicine," I hiss, dragging my tongue in a slow stripe up his neck, letting him feel every inch.

I pull back to study his face.

Confusion flashes across his features, a flicker of unease in his eyes.

"What do you mean?" he asks.

"Christian," I call.

Isaac freezes. "Who's Christian?"

The bathroom door swings open.

Christian steps out.

His gaze locks on me as he walks slowly, until he stands directly behind me.

Isaac's head snaps at Christian, eyes widening in sheer terror. "What the fuck? What is he doing here?"

He strains against the ropes, yanking frantically, clearly trying to break free, but they don't budge.

The chair legs scrape harshly against the floor as he struggles.

"Let me go! Loosen these ropes, Megan! What the hell is this stranger doing in our bedroom, seeing you half-naked?!" Issac yells.

I smile sweetly. "This stranger's name is Christian, and I'm the one who invited him. He's going to fuck me right here, right now. Since you thought it was fine to fuck someone else in our bed..." I trail off, stepping back until my back presses against Christian's chest. "I might as well do the same."

Isaac's eyes widened at my words, disbelief etched across his face.

"It was a mistake!" he yells, straining against the ropes. They bite into his skin. "I fucking apologized!"

"Well, I guess your apology wasn't enough."

In an instant, Christian's hands are on me.

His large, warm palms slide over the sheer net of my bra, groping my breasts roughly.

His thumbs circle my nipples, making them hard against the fabric.

I gasp, my head falling back against his shoulder.

"Oh, mmhh... fuck..." I moan, lifting my head and locking my gaze on Isaac.

One of Christian's hands slides down from my breasts, gliding over my stomach before resting on my g-string panties, rubbing my pussy through the fabric.

He presses firmly, and I grind back against the hard length of his cock, straining insistently against his pants.

My eyes stay locked on Isaac.

I don't look away.

I watch his face twist with horror and rage as Christian's hands explore my body.

"You like what you see, right?" I pant, feeling Christian push my panties aside, his fingers rubbing against my bare pussy.

"Now watch. Watch another man fuck your wife... right in front of you."

-•MEGAN•-

I turn around and kiss Christian, his mouth hot and demanding on mine.

His hands roams over my back, then down to my ass, gripping it hard enough to make me gasp into his mouth.

Damn, I love the feeling of his hands claiming me, right here in front of Issac.

"Stop this! Stop this instant!" Isaac growls from the chair.

I break the kiss and glance at him from the corner of my eye.

His face is flushed, his eyes wide and wild, a vein pulsing in his neck.

I smile, loving every bit of the reaction on his face.

I want to see more.

Christian trails kisses down my neck, nibbling lightly at the sensitive skin.

"Oh... fuck..." I moan, my voice shaky.

His hand glides down my side, brushing over my hip, sending sparks of heat wherever it touches.

I take Christian's hand, guiding us closer to Isaac, stopping just inches away, directly in front of him.

Slowly, I sink to my knees on the tile floor.

"Please, Megan, stop," Isaac begs.

I ignore him.

My fingers move to Christian's belt, undoing the buckle with a loud click that echoes in the room.

I unbutton his pants and pull down the zipper.

Sliding my hand inside his boxers, I wrap around his cock, and immediately a gasp escapes me.

His cock is so fucking big and thick, already hard and throbbing in my hand.

I pull it free from his pants, staring at it, stunned by the size.

"Don't just stare at my cock," Christian says, his voice a low rumble. "Start stroking it."

"Shut the fuck up!" Isaac snarls, yanking at the ropes. The chair jolts. "She's my fucking wife, you pervert!"

I glance at Isaac, his face twisted in agony, his jaw so tight it looks like it might crack.

I smile. "Your wife?" I say. "You should have thought about that before you cheated on me."

Turning back to Christian, I lean forward, letting my tongue trace a slow stripe from the base of his cock to the tip.

"God, Meg..." he groans, his hands tangling in my hair. "Argghhh... fuck... yeah..."

"Stop it, Meg," Isaac's voice breaks.

"No!" I snap, not even sparing Isaac a glance.

I wrap my hand around Christian's cock, stroking it, then spit into my palm, the sound wet and messy, and use it to slick him up.

My other hand joins in, twisting my wrists as I work his cock with both hands.

"Shit... yes, don't stop," Christian moans, his hips pushing into my touch. "You're driving me crazy."

I tilt my head, keeping my eyes locked on Isaac as I continue, enjoying every reaction I get from both of them.

Christian grunts above me. "Fuck yeah, just like that."

"You win, Megan!" Isaac shouts. "I'm so fucking sorry for cheating on you!"

"I know you are," I say, not stopping my strokes.

"Then why are you doing this to me?"

"Because," I pant, spitting on Christian's cock again to keep it slick, "I love the look on your face right now."

I lean in, taking the head of his cock into my mouth.

I suck just the swollen tip, tasting salt and skin.

Gosh, just the head of his cock is already too big for my mouth.

Will his cock even fit in my pussy?

I hope it does... I can't back out now, not with Isaac here.

I swirl my tongue around the head of Christian's cock, then take it deeper, stretching my mouth wide to take all of it.

Bobbing my head, I pull back with a wet pop, my lips sliding over his cock as I tease every inch I can.

"Don't tease, suck it properly, darling," Christian commands, tightening his hold on my hair.

He wraps his other hand around his cock and slaps my cheek with it.

"Open up," he orders, and I obey.

Then he pushes my mouth back down onto his cock, forcing me to take it deep.

I gag immediately, tears springing to my eyes.

I pull back slightly, then began sucking his cock, setting a slow, steady rhythm.

Every chance I get, I glance at Isaac, taking in his angry, frustrated expression.

He keeps struggling against the ropes, muscles straining, but it's useless, and I can't help smiling at his futile efforts.

The room fills with wet, gagging sounds, my chin slick with spit as I continue sucking Christian's cock relentlessly.

"Fuck, darling... just like that," Christian groans.

His pre-cum drips onto my tongue, bitter and warm.

He lets go of my hair and grips both sides of my head, pushing until his cock hits the back of my throat.

I gag hard, my body convulsing with each thrust.

"God... you're so good at this," Christian pants, tightening his grip on my head. "Don't stop... don't even think about stopping."

I manage a muffled sound around his cock, shaking my head slightly, but keep going, determined to obey.

"Ngghh! Yes... fuck, yes!" he hisses, driving his cock deep, the head pressing against the back of my throat, making me gag.

He holds me in place, refusing to let me pull away, and I clutch his thighs for support.

My throat felt like it was about to burst.

Unable to bear the pressure any longer, I tap on Christian's thigh.

He pulls back, and I gasp, sucking in air.

I turn to Isaac, catching my breath. "His cock is so fucking big," I rasp. "I can't wait to have it in my pussy."

"You don't have to do this, Megan," Isaac says, his voice tight with tension.

"I know," I reply, holding his gaze, "but I will."

I turn back, taking Christian's cock into my mouth again.

Guiding my head, Christian drives his cock into my mouth with brutal, relentless thrusts.

I choke and gag with every push, the sounds wet and messy.

"Ggrrgggg... take my fucking cock in your mouth," Christian growls.

After a few more thrusts, I feel his cock pulse in my mouth.

"Fuck... I'm gonna cum!" he hisses, hips jerking.

The first hot streak of his cum hits the back of my throat.

"Swallow it. Swallow all of my fucking cum, darling," he grunts, pressing his cock harder into my mouth as he comes.

When he finishes, he pulls back, letting his cock slip from my mouth.

I lean back slightly, gasping for air, then lock eyes with Isaac as I swallow Christian's cum.

"That," I say, wiping my chin, "was so fucking delicious."

I catch sight of tears welling in Isaac's eyes, spilling over and streaking down his cheeks.

His tears send a thrill through me, but at the same time, a tiny sting of guilt pricks my chest.

Before I can process it, Christian's hands are on me.

He lifts me effortlessly from the floor, hooks his hands beneath the backs of my thighs, and carries me to the bed.

He sets me down with my legs spread, facing Isaac.

"Mmhmmm..." I gasp.

Without wasting a second, Christian moves to my right side, just beside my legs.

Grabbing the sheer fabric of my leggings, he tears them apart with a sharp rip, exposing my g-string panties.

I yelp.

He shifts my g-string panties aside, leaving my pussy completely exposed to Isaac's gaze.

Christian drags a finger slowly through my wet folds.

"Your pussy is so fucking pretty," he murmurs.

"Fuck off, man!" Isaac sobs, struggling violently. "You need to be arrested for this!"

I can see Isaac's face bulge with rage and I want more of it.

I want him to drown in regret.

Christian laughs. "I can't be arrested, man. It's consensual."

He lifts my right leg, bending me just enough for Isaac to see, then slides under my knee and drags a slow, flat lick up my pussy.

"Oh, fuck." I arch my back as a shiver shoots through me.

He licks my pussy again, then buries his face between my thighs and starts sucking on my clit.

I throw my head back, completely overwhelmed.

The pleasure is almost too much, and with Isaac watching, it feels even more intense.

I turn to look at Isaac, only to find him staring the other way, not at me.

"Issac, look at me," I demand, breathless.

"No," he chokes out. "I can't."

"Look at me!"

"No!"

Rage flashes through me.

Shoving Christian's head away from my pussy, I scramble to my feet, legs trembling.

I stagger to Isaac's wardrobe, yank it open, and pull out a thick brown folder of his office documents.

These are crucial, and everything for his big promotion is inside.

I move back to Isaac and grab his chin, forcing his face toward mine. "Look at me."

He squeezes his eyes shut.

I hold the folder up in front of his face. "If you don't look at me, I will fucking shred all of your documents. Every single page."

His eyes snap open, wide with horror. "You wouldn't dare."

I lean in close, my lips almost brushing his ear. "Dare me."