Chapter 3: Rising Action
The house was quiet, save for the distant hum of the refrigerator and the rhythmic ticking of the grandfather clock in the hallway. The air was thick with anticipation, the very walls seeming to hold their breath as Emily and Tom stepped into the foyer. The scent of Michael's cologne hung heavy in the air, a lingering reminder of his presence. Sarah could see the faint outline of his handprint on the glass of the coffee table, a ghostly reminder of his touch.
Her heart pounded in her chest as she looked at Emily and Tom standing there, their bodies so close together, yet worlds apart. She took a deep breath, trying to steady her nerves.
"Let's go to the living room," Sarah said, her voice barely above a whisper. She led the way, her heart pounding in her chest like a drumbeat. The room felt different, charged with an energy that was both exhilarating and terrifying.
Sarah sat down on the couch, her hands clasped tightly in her lap. She could feel her nails digging into her palms, a coping mechanism she'd developed over the years. Tom sat down next to her, his body close enough to make her heart race, but not close enough to be considered inappropriate.
Emily sat on the other side of Tom, her legs crossed at the ankles.
She looked at Sarah, her eyes sparkling with a mischievous glint. "So, Sarah. You look nervous. Are you sure you want to do this?"
Sarah took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart. "Yes, I'm sure. I just...I've never done anything like this before."
Emily turned to Michael "And you are you sure you are ok with this? You wife and another man?"
"I can't believe you got her to agree to this" he said his eyes fixed on Emily's dress which was leaving little to the imagination.
Emily's eyes crinkled at the corners as she smiled at him knowing her dress was suggestive. "Well Michael?"
Emily prodded, her voice laced with a hint of playfulness.
"Yes. I want to put sparks back in or relationship" he said his eyes fixed to Emily's breasts
"Well gentlemen when don't you open those pants up?" Emily suggested , her voice low and sultry.
Michael grinned, his eyes never leaving Emily's body as he started to unbuckle his belt. Sarah watched, her heart pounding in her chest as she saw the hunger in his eyes. Annoyed at how eager her husband was she reach out and undid Tom's pants, her eyes on Michael the whole time
. Her hand slipped inside his boxers, her fingers brushing against his length, already hard and ready. She looked up at him, her eyes meeting his, and felt a thrill run through her as she saw the desire in his gaze.
Michael, his eyes fixed on Emily, didn't notice the exchange between Sarah and Tom. He was too busy unbuttoning his shirt, his eyes never leaving Emily's body. Emily, on the other hand, was watching Sarah, her eyes gleaming with amusement.
She could see the tension in Sarah's body, the way her hands were shaking as she reached for Tom's zipper. But she also saw something else. A spark, a hint of excitement that belied her nervousness. And she smiled, a slow, satisfied smile, knowing that her plan was working.
Sarah seeing that her husband still hadn't even looked her way once, pulled Tom's cock out of his pants.
She could feel his thick, hard length in her hand, and she stroked him slowly, her eyes locked onto Michael's form, watching as he fumbled with his belt. She was filled with a mix of jealousy and arousal, watching her husband undress for another woman.
She tightened her grip on Tom's cock, feeling a surge of defiance. If Michael wanted to see her with someone else, then she would give him a show he wouldn't soon forget.
Sarah turned her attention back to Tom, her eyes scanning his body. He was handsome, with broad shoulders and a chiseled jaw. She could feel the heat radiating off his skin, the scent of his cologne filling her nostrils. She leaned in, her breath hot on his ear. "Do you want me to suck your cock, Tom?" she whispered, feeling a thrill at the suggestiveness of her own words.
Tom let out a low groan, his head falling back against the couch as Sarah's hand tightened around his length. She could feel the pulse of his desire, the way his body responded to her touch. It was intoxicating, the power she held in that moment.
"Fuck, Sarah," Tom breathed, his voice a low growl. "You're driving me crazy."
Sarah felt a smirk tug at the corners of her mouth as she looked up at him, her eyes meeting his. "Is that so?" she said, her voice a teasing whisper.
Sarah could feel the heat of Tom's skin, the way his body was responding to her touch. She took a deep breath, her heart pounding in her chest as she leaned in closer. She could smell the musk of his cologne, feel the heat of his body radiating towards her. She ran her tongue over her lips, her eyes locked onto Tom's as she slowly lowered her head.
Emily watched from the other side of the couch, her eyes gleaming with amusement and curiosity. She couldn't believe how easily Sarah was taking to this, the way her confidence was growing with each passing moment.
Emily had to admit, she was impressed. Sarah was clearly out of her comfort zone, but she was embracing it, taking control in a way Emily hadn't seen before.
Michael, meanwhile, was too consumed with his own desires to notice the dynamic shift in his wife. He was on the couch across from them, his pants around his ankles, his eyes glued to Emily's body as she slowly undressed. He was so focused on her that he missed the subtle exchange between Sarah and Tom, the way Sarah's hand had snaked into Tom's pants and pulled out his cock.
Sarah couldn't believe how turned on she was.
The feel of Tom's hard cock in her hand was sending electric shocks through her body, and the thought of Michael watching her with another man was both thrilling and terrifying. She felt a surge of defiance, a desire to prove something, to show him that she wasn't the boring, neglected housewife he seemed to think she was.
She looked up at Tom, her eyes locked onto his, before she leaned in and took the head of his cock into her mouth. Tom let out a low moan, his hand reaching up to tangle in her hair, his fingers gripping tightly as she took him deeper into her mouth.
Emily's phone rang "Excuse me I need to take this. Be right back" She stepped out into the kitchen, leaving Michael with his cock out and alone .
Sarah could feel Tom's cock growing harder in her mouth, his body tensing as she took him deeper and deeper. She could taste the saltiness of his pre-cum, and she swirled her tongue around the head of his cock, feeling him shudder with pleasure.
Michael, the distraction of Emily gone, finally noticed Sarah . His eyes widened in shock as he saw her on her knees in front of Tom, her lips wrapped around his cock.
“Sarah?” he said, his voice a mixture of surprise and confusion.
But Sarah didn’t look up. She was too focused on the task at hand, on the sensations coursing through her body. She felt powerful, in control, and damn if that didn’t feel good.
Tom's breathing grew more ragged, his hips bucking slightly as Sarah took him deeper into her mouth. She could feel her own arousal growing, the wetness between her legs a testament to her excitement.
She looked up at Tom, her eyes meeting his, before she took him deeper into her mouth.
Michael, his shock slowly wearing off, began to stroke his own cock, his eyes glued to the sight of his wife sucking another man. He couldn't believe what he was seeing, yet he couldn't look away. He was torn between jealousy and arousal, his body reacting to the scene before him despite his mind's protests.
Sarah, feeling Michael's eyes on her, looked up at him. She saw the confusion and jealousy in his eyes, and she felt a surge of power.
She knew she had his full attention now, and she planned to make the most of it. She wanted to show him what he had been missing, what he had taken for granted.
She continued to suck Tom, her pace increasing as she felt her own desire building. She looked up at Michael, her eyes locked onto his, as she took Tom deeper into her mouth. She could see the desire in his eyes, the way his body was reacting to the sight of her with another man.
Tom's breath came in ragged gasps, his hand gripping Sarah's hair tighter as she took him deeper.
Sarah worked at the buttons of her blouse as she sucked , not breaking her rhythm.
She heard Michael's breath quicken as she exposed more skin, her bra-clad breasts heaving with each breath.
Michael's confused jealousy was morphing into something more primal, more intense.
Sarah's heart hammered in her chest, adrenaline and arousal coursing through her veins.
She was doing this, taking control, proving to Michael that she was not the dull, uninteresting wife he seemed to think she was.
"Fuck, Sarah," Tom groaned, his hips bucking.
Sarah shrugged of her blouse revealing a lacy bra she had bought for one of their anniversaries . A bra that Michael had barely noticed.
She looked up at him, her eyes locked onto his, her mouth still full of Tom's cock.
She saw Michael's gaze flick between her and Tom, his cock in his hand, stroking faster, his breath coming in ragged gasps.
Sarah felt a surge of power, of control. She was the one in charge here, not Michael. She unhooked her bra, letting it fall away to reveal her breasts. She saw Michael's gaze flick to her chest, saw the hunger in his eyes. She felt a shiver of excitement, of desire.
She was in control here, not Michael. She held all the power, and it was intoxicating. She looked up at Tom, a wicked smile playing on her lips. "You can touch the Tom." she said, her voice low and sultry.
She knew she was pushing boundaries, but the thrill of it was too much to resist. She saw Tom's eyes widen with surprise and hunger, his hand stilling on her hair as he looked down at her, his breathing ragged.
Michael, across the room, watched this exchange with a mix of shock and arousal. His hand on his cock froze as he saw Sarah's bra fall away, her breasts now bare for him to see. He couldn't believe the sight before him - his wife, on her knees, sucking another man's cock, her breasts exposed to both of them.
He felt a surge of jealousy, of anger, but also a primal, intense arousal. He had never seen her like this before, so confident, so in control. He was torn between his desire to stop this, to claim her for himself, and his desire to watch, to see where this would lead.
Tom hesitated for a moment, his hand stilling on Sarah's hair as he looked down at her, his breath ragged. He had never expected this, never imagined that she would be so bold, so confident. But he wasn't about to refuse her. He reached out, his hand cupping her breast, feeling the weight of it in his palm.
Sarah let out a soft moan, the sound vibrating against Tom's cock, sending shivers through both of them. Michael watched, his heart pounding in his chest, his cock throbbing in his hand. He couldn't believe the scene before him, the raw sexuality of it all. He was both repulsed and enthralled, his body reacting in ways he couldn't control.
Sarah looked up at Tom, her eyes meeting his, a silent conversation passing between them. She wanted this, wanted to feel alive, wanted to feel desired. She leaned in, her lips leaving a trail of kisses along his inner thigh, her hand still stroking his cock.
She could feel Tom's body tense under her touch, could hear his breath hitch as she moved higher, her lips brushing against his balls.
"Fuck, Sarah," Tom groaned, his hand tangling in her hair, urging her on.
Sarah looked up at him, her eyes locked onto his, before she took one of his balls into her mouth. She sucked gently, her tongue swirling around the sensitive skin, her hand continuing to stroke his cock.
She could feel Michael's gaze on her, could sense his growing arousal and jealousy. She looked up at him, her eyes meeting his, and saw the hunger in his eyes.
She felt a thrill run through her as she realized she had the power to do this, to make him feel this way. She took his other ball into her mouth, sucking gently, her tongue swirling around it.
Tom let out a low moan, his hips bucking slightly. "Fuck, Sarah, you're amazing."
Sarah smiled, a slow, sultry smile that promised more. She released his balls from her mouth and looked up at him, her eyes gleaming with desire. "Do you want to face fuck me?" she said, her voice low and husky.
Tom's breath hitched, his eyes darkening with lust.
"Fuck, yes, I do."
Sarah smiled wickedly, her eyes locked onto his. "Good. Because I want you to. Hubby never does it to me anymore."
Sarah's voice was low, barely above a whisper, but the words held a weight that filled the room. Michael's eyes widened, a mix of shock and disbelief flashing across his face. He opened his mouth to speak, but Sarah cut him off with a sharp glance.
"Don't," she said, her voice firm. "Don't try to deny it. I know you haven't touched me like that in months. Maybe even years."
Michael's Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed hard, his gaze flicking between Sarah and Tom. He looked unsettled, his earlier confidence shaken.
Sarah could see the cogs turning in his mind, the realization that his wife, his seemingly docile and submissive wife, was not as happy and complacent as he thought.
"Sarah, I...I can't believe you're saying this," Michael stammered, his eyes darting between Sarah and Tom, who was now standing, his cock rock hard and ready. "I thought things were fine between us."
Sarah laughed, a cold, bitter sound. "Fine? Michael, we haven't had sex in weeks. You barely even touch me anymore.
You're always too tired, too busy, too something. I'm not just some object for you to use when you feel like it, Michael. I'm a person, with needs and desires just like you," Sarah said, her voice shaking with emotion.
Michael's eyes widened, shock and disbelief written all over his face. "Sarah, I...I didn't realize you felt this way. I thought...I thought you were happy."
Sarah scoffed, a bitter sound that echoed through the room. "Happy? Michael, I've been miserable. I've been feeling neglected, unseen, unloved.
You've been so caught up in your work, in your own world, that you haven't even noticed how much I've been suffering." Sarah's voice trembled with emotion, her eyes welling up with unshed tears.
Michael's face paled, his eyes darting between Sarah and Tom, who stood by the couch, his cock still hard and ready. "Sarah, I...I had no idea. I'm so sorry. I never meant to hurt you."
Sarah laughed, a harsh, bitter sound. "Sorry? You're sorry? That's all you have to say? Well, Michael, I'm not sorry.
I'm not sorry for feeling alive for the first time in years. I'm not sorry for finally taking control of my own body and desires. And I'm certainly not sorry for making you see what a fool you've been." Sarah's voice was trembling with emotion and anger, her hands clenched into fists at her sides. She knelt before Tom mouth open and ready to be fucked .
Michael's face was a mask of shock and disbelief as he watched his wife's declaration and subsequent actions unfold before him. Tom pushed his large cock into Sarah's mouth
, and she eagerly accepted it, her eyes locked onto her husband's as she began to suck. The sight of his wife, the woman he took for granted for so long, now enthusiastically performing oral sex on another man, was both arousing and unsettling.
Tom reached behind her head holding it in place as he began to thrust in and out of her mouth, his grip tight enough to keep her steady but not too tight. Michael could see the tears welling in Sarah's eyes, but they didn’t look like tears of sadness. They were tears of release, of finally being able to express her desires and frustrations.
"Fuck, Sarah, your mouth feels amazing," Tom groaned, his hips moving faster, his cock going deeper into her mouth.
Sarah looked up at him, her eyes watering, but she didn't stop. She wanted to prove to Michael that she was not the submissive housewife he thought her to be.
She wanted him to see the raw, passionate woman she could be, the one he had ignored for so long. She wanted to make him feel the way she had been feeling - neglected, unloved, unseen.
Michael watched, his cock in his hand, stroking it slowly as he saw the desire in Sarah's eyes. He could see the conflict raging within her, the struggle between her old self and the new one emerging. He felt a pang of jealousy and guilt as he watched Tom thrusting into her mouth, but he also felt a surge of arousal.
He remembered when they were younger how she would let him fuck her like that . She loved it rough and he loved giving it to her. But over the years, he had let his work and stress take over his life and his marriage. He hadn't even noticed until now how much he had neglected her.
Sarah felt Tom's cock hitting the back of her throat, and she gagged slightly. Tom paused, concerned. "Are you okay, Sarah?" he asked, his voice filled with genuine care. Sarah nodded, tears streaming down her face. She was okay. She was more than okay. She was alive.
Michael watched as Sarah nodded, her tears streaming down her face. He remember how wet she would get from face-fuckings back in the day. How she would cry out with pleasure, her body shaking with orgasms. He felt a pang of jealousy and hunger as he watched Tom's cock slide in and out of her mouth, her tears mixing with their saliva.
"She's okay, Tom. She's just... feeling it," Michael said, his voice barely above a whisper. He couldn't believe what he was seeing, what he was feeling. He was turned on, yes, but he was also filled with a profound sense of regret. He had let his wife down, neglected her needs, and now she was finding solace in the arms of another man.
Her skirt had hiked up some revealing her panties so this stranger used her mouth . He wasn't sure what to feel. He was aroused, undeniably so, but he was also filled with a deep, gnawing sense of remorse.
"I'm okay, Tom," Sarah managed to say, her voice muffled by his cock. She took a deep breath and dove back in, her lips wrapping around his shaft once more. "Use my mouth however you want to"
she instructed him, looking up into his eyes.
Tom's grip on her hair tightened slightly, and he began to thrust his hips, fucking her mouth with long, deep strokes. Sarah's eyes watered as he pushed past her gag reflex, but she kept her eyes on him, determined to take everything he gave her.
Michael watched, his cock almost painfully hard in his hand as he stroked it slowly. He couldn't believe what he was seeing, but he couldn't look away. Sarah was taking it all, every inch of Tom's cock, and she looked fucking incredible doing it.
Sarah reached behind her unhooking her skirt and letting it fall to the floor. Her lacy panties were now fully exposed, a wet spot clearly forming, and she could see the desire in Michael's eyes as he watched her.
She felt a thrill coursing through her, knowing that she was turning him on, even if it was against his will. She felt powerful, in control, and it was heady.
Tom's thrusts became more aggressive, his hips moving faster, his grip on her hair tightening. Sarah felt a mixture of pain and pleasure, her eyes watering from the force. She looked up at Michael, her eyes locking onto his, wanting him to see the raw, primal side of her that he had been ignoring for so long.
Michael's breath came in ragged gasps, his hand moving faster on his cock.
He couldn't believe what he was seeing. Sarah, his wife, was on her knees, her skirt discarded, her lacy panties soaked through with desire. She was taking Tom's cock like a champ, her eyes locked onto his, challenging him, daring him to look away.
But he couldn't. He was completely captivated by her, by her determination, her strength, her raw, primal sexuality.
Michael watched, his hand moving faster on his cock, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps. The sight of his wife, her mouth full of another man's cock, her eyes watering as she took him deep, was both arousing and agonizing. He felt a surge of jealousy, of anger, of desperation. He pumped his cock furiously matching Tom's tempo , the sight of Sarah, his wife, swirling around in his mind like a whirlwind. He felt a bead of sweat trickle down his spine as his heart hammered in his chest.
Sarah moaned, the vibrations sending shivers down Tom's body. She could feel her own arousal building, her pussy throbbing with need. She wanted more, needed more. She wanted Michael to see her, really see her, and fuck her like he used to. She wanted him to make her feel alive again.
Tom's thrusts became more forceful, his grip on Sarah's hair tightening.
His hips moved in rhythm with her moans, his cock plunging deep into her throat. Sarah's eyes watered, mascara smearing down her cheeks, but she didn't break her gaze with Michael. She wanted him to see her, all of her, in this raw, primal state.
Michael's breath hitched as he watched his wife gag and moan around Tom's thick cock. He felt a surge of jealousy, of lust, and something else—something darker and more profound. He was turned on, yes, but he was also seeing his wife in a new light. She was fierce, determined, and utterly captivating.
Michael felt his balls tighten as his orgasm arrived . He tried to stifle his groan, but it escaped anyway, a guttural sound that echoed through the room. He watched as Sarah's throat worked, her eyes watering as Tom's cock slid in and out. He couldn't take his eyes off her, even as his own release washed over him.
Tom let out a low groan, his grip on Sarah's hair tightening as he felt his own orgasm approach. "Fuck, Sarah, I'm gonna come," he warned, his voice ragged. Sarah looked up at him, her eyes filled with a mix of defiance and desire.
She wanted this, wanted him to come in her mouth, wanted to taste him. She moved her head faster, taking him deeper, her throat relaxing to accommodate his length.
Tom let out a final grunt as he came, his hot cum filling Sarah's mouth. She swallowed as much as she could, her eyes locked onto Michael's as she took every drop.
When Tom finally pulled out, Sarah looked up at him, a small smile playing on her lips. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, her body still trembling with a mix of emotions.
Michael looked at her, his eyes filled with a mix of shock, jealousy, and a hint of admiration.
Sarah, his seemingly submissive housewife, had just taken another man's load with such ease and confidence.
"Sarah...I...I don't know what to say," Michael stammered, his hand still wrapped around his now softening cock.
Sarah stood up, her body still trembling from the intensity of the experience. She looked at Michael, her eyes burning with determination. "You don't have to say anything, Michael. Just watch," she said, her voice steady and firm.
She turned to Tom, who was still breathing heavily, adjusting his clothes. "Thank you, Tom.
That was...intense," Sarah said, her voice trembling slightly. She turned to face Michael, her eyes never leaving his. Reaching down she slid her panties down, and laid back on the couch "Want a taste Tom?" She asked looking directly at Michael.
Michael stood rooted to the spot, his mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. Sarah, his wife, was spreading her legs wide open, her pussy glistening with need. And she was inviting another man to taste her. The sight was both arousing and agonizing, a twisted mix of jealousy, anger, and lust coursing through his veins.
Michael watched, his body frozen to the spot, as Tom knelt between Sarah's legs, his eyes locked onto her glistening pussy. He could see the desire in Tom's gaze, the hungry look that spoke of a man about to feast on a meal he'd been craving for too long.
Sarah leaned back on the couch, her body pressed against the worn fabric, her eyes locked onto Michael's. She wanted him to see this, wanted him to understand the depth of her need, the raw passion that had been building inside her for so long.
Michael's eyes were glued to the sight of Tom's head between Sarah's thighs, his tongue darting out to lick her glistening folds.
Sarah looked down at Tom, her eyes locked onto his as he explored her with his tongue. She felt a shiver run through her, her body responding to his touch. She looked up at Michael, her eyes meeting his, and felt a thrill run through her as she saw the hunger in his gaze.
"Fuck, Sarah," Tom groaned, his breath hot against her pussy.
"You taste amazing."
Sarah smirked, her eyes never leaving Michael's. "I know," she said, her voice laced with a mix of confidence and smugness. She wanted Michael to see her, to really see her, and she knew that this was the way to do it.
Michael watched, his cock already hardening again as he saw Tom's head buried between Sarah's thighs. He felt a surge of jealousy, but also an undeniable sense of arousal. He had never seen his wife like this before, so uninhibited, so raw.
Her body writhed beneath Tom's talented tongue, her back arching and her hips thrusting against his face. Sarah's moans filled the room, a primal symphony of desire and pleasure. Her eyes were locked onto Michael's, her gaze daring him to look away.
Michael couldn't look away. He was transfixed by the sight of his wife, her body writhing with pleasure, her legs spread wide open for another man. He felt a mix of emotions churning within him - jealousy, lust, anger, desire. He wanted to stop this, to claim her for himself, but he also wanted to watch, to see where this would lead.
His cock was already hardening again, his body responding to the scene before him despite his mind's protests.
Sarah looked down at Tom, her eyes widening as she felt his tongue delve deeper into her folds. She let out a low moan, her hips bucking against his face, seeking more of his touch. She looked up at Michael, her eyes holding his gaze, her lips parted as she let out a soft gasp.
"Michael," she panted, her voice barely above a whisper. "Watch what he's doing to me.
Damn it where was Emily Michael wondered why was Sarah getting all the fun? Yet he stepped closer drawn to the sight of Tom licking his wife . His cock was already hard again.
He could see Sarah's clit swelling under Tom's tongue, her hips grinding against his face. Her breath was coming in short gasps, her eyes locked onto Michael's.
"Michael," she whimpered, her voice filled with need. "Come closer. I want you to see."
Michael hesitated for a moment, conflicted by his jealousy and his arousal. He knew he should stop this, stop Tom from touching his wife, but he also wanted to see. He wanted to see her like this, wild and uninhibited. He took a step closer, his eyes never leaving Sarah.
She was a sight to behold, her back arching off the couch, her hips bucking against Tom's face as he devoured her. Michael could see the beads of sweat on her upper lip, the flush on her skin, and the way her breasts heaved with each ragged breath.
Sarah looked at him, her eyes desperate, pleading. "Michael, please," she begged, her voice hoarse with desire. "I need you."
Michael's heart pounded in his chest as he approached the couch, his cock already fully hard. He knelt beside her, his eyes level with Tom's ass as he ate her out.
He could see the pleasure on her face, the way her body responded to Tom's touch. He felt a surge of jealousy, but also a primal desire to join in. He reached out, his hand lightly touching her thigh, feeling the heat of her skin.
Sarah looked at him, her eyes filled with a mix of surprise and desire. She reached out, her hand covering his, urging him to touch her. Michael's heart pounded in his chest as he slid his hand higher, his fingers brushing against her wet folds. He felt a shiver run through her, her hips bucking slightly against his touch.
"Kiss me" Sarah demanded, her voice raw with desire.
Michael hesitated for a moment, the reality of what he was about to do crashing over him. But he couldn't resist the pull she had on him, the raw need in her voice, the sight of her spread out and ready. He leaned in, his mouth capturing hers in a desperate, hungry kiss.
Sarah moaned into his mouth, her hands tangling in his hair, pulling him closer. Michael was surprised by the intensity of it, and he could detect a faint trace of Tom's cum as well.
It was a heady mix of sensations and emotions surging through him. He deepened the kiss, his tongue exploring her mouth, savoring the taste of her and Tom.
Sarah broke the kiss, her breath ragged. "Michael, I want you inside me. Now," she said, her voice laced with determination and urgency.
Michael looked at her, his heart pounding in his chest. He was torn between the desire to claim her for himself and the bitter taste of jealousy that still lingered. But he couldn't deny the raw need in her voice, the desperation in her eyes.
Sarah drove her tongue into his mouth as an orgasm washed over her
, Tom's tongue still licking her clit, pushing her over the edge.
"Yes," she hissed into his mouth, her legs clamping around Tom's head.
Michael felt a surge of primal lust as he watched his wife come undone, her body bucking and twisting as waves of pleasure wracked her.
He couldn't believe the sight before him – his wife, her legs wrapped around another man's head, her mouth fused to his, her body convulsing with orgasm.
Emily finally returned to the living room.
“Well, well, well… looks like I missed all the fun,” she said, her voice laced with amusement as she surveyed the scene. “But it appears you’re not done yet, are you?”
Sarah broke away from Michael’s kiss, her breath ragged, her eyes wild with a mix of desire and defiance. She looked at Emily and smirked. “Oh, we’re just getting started,” she said, her voice heavy with challenge. She had only planned to do some oral to wake Michael up, but she wanted to feel that big cock inside her.