Marcus Claims the Hotwife
Husband watches his eager wife get her married pussy and ass wrecked by a huge BBC bull.
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The living room lights were dimmed low, casting long shadows across the cream-colored carpet. Jake sat in the worn leather armchair, heart hammering against his ribs as the doorbell rang for the third time this month. Emily stood beside him, barefoot in a short silk robe that barely reached the tops of her thighs. At twenty-eight, his wife had never looked more alive—or more nervous.
Marcus filled the doorway when she opened it. Six-foot-four of solid muscle, dark skin gleaming under the porch light, dressed in a tight black shirt and gray sweatpants that did nothing to hide the heavy outline of what he carried between his legs. His deep voice rolled through the house like distant thunder.
“Evenin’, Emily. Jake.”
Emily’s cheeks flushed crimson. She stepped back to let him in, and Jake watched the way her nipples were already stiff against the thin silk. This was their third visit. The first two had been intense, but tonight felt different. Charged. Like something was about to break open.
Marcus closed the door behind him with a soft click. His eyes—dark, commanding—locked onto Emily immediately. “You nervous tonight, baby?”
She swallowed, glancing at Jake for a second before answering. “A little.”
“Why?”
Emily’s voice dropped to a whisper, but it carried across the room. “Because… you fuck me so much rougher than he does. So much deeper. I can’t stop thinking about it. My body remembers what you did to me last time and it’s been aching for it ever since.”
Jake’s cock surged in his jeans. He didn’t speak. That wasn’t the agreement. He watched. He listened. He burned.
Marcus’s smile was slow and predatory. “That right? Then show me how bad that married pussy needs it. Take the robe off. Slowly.”
Emily’s fingers trembled as she untied the belt. The silk whispered down her body and pooled at her feet, leaving her completely naked. Her full breasts rose and fell quickly, pink nipples tight. A small landing strip of trimmed hair pointed straight down to the slick lips of her pussy. On her left hand, her wedding band caught the light.
Marcus stepped closer until he towered over her. “On your knees, slut. Show your husband how you greet a real man.”
Emily dropped without hesitation. The carpet pressed into her knees as she reached up and tugged Marcus’s sweatpants down. His thick, heavy cock sprang free, already half-hard and thicker than her wrist. Veins wrapped around the dark shaft like ropes. The head was blunt and swollen, already glistening with a bead of precum.
Jake’s breath caught. He had seen it before, but the contrast against Emily’s pale fingers as she wrapped both hands around the base still made his stomach flip.