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Elena Vasquez feels her husband’s tongue between her thighs, tasting the evidence of her contractor lover still wet on her skin. Marcus’s mind races with paranoid calculations as he recognizes an unfamiliar bitterness, but he keeps working. Elena closes her eyes and relives Dominic Costa’s thick forearms pinning her down hours ago, savoring the power of making her husband swallow another man’s cum.
Marcus's mouth finds her wet and open, but the first taste stops him cold—a bitter mineral edge, like dried sweat and latex, layered under her usual salt. He hesitates, tongue pressed flat, and Elena'
In bed a few nights later, she says to her husband that she thinks she needs his tongue. Happy that she seems to be desiring him, despite his increasing doubts about his adequacy (particularly the siz
Elena's hand rests on Marcus's thigh under the table as she refills Laura's wine glass, her thumb tracing slow circles through his trousers. 'He's so good at cleaning up,' she says, nodding at his emp
On her way out of the door, Elena whispers to Marcus that he should make sure her red nightie is ready later, leaving him rock hard most of the day. Later, her legs open on th bed while her husband l
A few weeks later. Marcus still does not know the identity of the affair partner (and he never will). Elena promises Marcus a special treat as he has been very good. She gets into her red nightie and