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Allie closed the door behind her and locked it.
The click echoed louder than it should have.
She turned slowly, the silence between them weighted, thick. John was already on the bed. Lounging in his slacks like he'd been waiting for her all night. One arm rested behind his head, the other resting lazily near the bulge in his pants.
"You know," she said quietly, "you're really lucky."
John raised an eyebrow.
"My husband doesn't go out of town often."
His smirk was instant. "I bet."
He looked her over without shame, his gaze crawling across the red lace stretched tight against her skin.
Lingerie chosen by her husband.
The same delicate see-through set he'd begged her to try on last week when he brought this idea up for the third time. And to complete the fantasy, she also wore the same shade of red lipstick Michael loved.
Allie stepped forward on quiet feet, her stomach tight, her breathing shallow.
John didn't know the whole truth. But that was part of the game. He didn't know about the closet. About her husband hidden only feet away, silent behind slatted doors, watching through a crack with wide eyes and a painfully hard cock.
Michael had begged for this.
Begged her to reach out to John. To invite him over. To let him believe she was cheating behind his back.
He wanted to see what another man could do to her.
Allie never would have imagined doing this on her own. Not in a million years. She had always lived a quiet, safe life. Timid and nervous, she was the kind of woman who had a hard time speaking up when ordering her coffee. But Michael hadn't just suggested it. He'd obsessed over it. Asked again and again, until something inside her cracked.
Now here she was. Standing in red lace, heart pounding, mouth dry. Wondering if she'd lost her mind. But she had to admit, the adrenaline was intoxicating.
"Damn," John said under his breath, his eyes locked to her chest as she stepped closer. "Your husband's a fucking idiot for leaving you alone."
Allie didn't answer. She couldn't. The air was too thick to speak through. Her eyes had fallen to his lap. To the heavy shape straining under those dress pants.
Her breath caught.
So the rumors were true.
There was a reason she'd never let herself flirt back at work. A reason she ignored his looks and lingering eyes when she passed his office. She hadn't let herself think about him because... in truth, she had always wanted to. John was confident, funny, handsome, and accomplished. The kind of man any woman would swoon after.
The kind of man Allie was certain would never so much as look in her direction.
Not until Michael brought up the idea.
Not until her husband told her how badly he wanted it. How much it turned him on.
"Just once," he had whispered. "I promise I won't get jealous. I want this."
"And now you're all mine," John said, his hand pressing down slowly along his own length.
Allie's throat tightened. She didn't glance at the closet, but her skin burned with the weight of his eyes. She knew he was watching. Knew this was what he'd wanted.
"After today," John murmured, "you're not gonna want anyone else's cock but mine."
The words landed like a punch. Crude. Confident. And terrifyingly hot.
Allie felt her legs weaken slightly.
It took everything in her not to look toward the crack in the closet door.
"W-what do you want me to do?" she asked.
Her voice sounded distant to her own ears. Shy, innocent, unreal. It was as if someone was speaking through her.
John sat up straighter, spreading his knees slightly as he looked her over with a hungry smile.
"Crawl."
The command wasn't loud. It didn't need to be.
Allie's body responded before her mind caught up.
She climbed onto the edge of the bed slowly. Knees sinking into the mattress as she moved toward him. The burn of nerves and arousal spread across her chest as she found her way between his legs. Her palms pressed into the sheets. Her lips parted slightly, innocently, instinctively.
He unbuckled his belt the rest of the way and let it hang.
"Unbutton me," He said coolly.
"O-ok..." Allie said softly. Her hands trembled just a little, and he noticed, his smirk deepening. He made no move to help.
"Good girl," He said.
The zipper came down.
And then she saw it.
His cock sprang free. Heavy, thick, veiny. Its curve absolutely perfect. It bounced once when released, as if impatient to be touched.
Allie's stomach flipped.
Jesus. She had never seen a cock so big. Michael didn't even come close.
Allie hesitated for just a second, then reached up with both hands, wrapping her fingers around the base. She couldn't close her grip all the way.
She looked up as John groaned under his breath. Their eyes locked, and he held her chin between his thumb and finger.
"Suck it," he said.
"O-ok..." She said, slowly lowering her lips. She felt him swell between her fingers as she tried to swallow him.
The head alone stretched her jaw painfully. She couldn't get more than an inch into her mouth before pulling back, saliva slicking her lips as she gasped for air.
"Good girl, you'll get used to it. Use your hands." John commanded.
Allie obeyed. Slowly at first, hands pumping steadily up and down the wet shaft, spit trailing in strings from her lips to his skin.
Her panties were soaked.
John's hips pushed upward, feeding more into her mouth than she could handle. His hand tangled gently in her hair, keeping her in place. Guiding her pace.
"Fuck... that's it," he murmured.
She moaned around him, barely able to take the tip. Her hands moved faster. Her breath came ragged.
Behind her, the room was still.
Allie didn't need to see the closet to know what was happening in the shadows. She could feel it. The idea that Michael was watching her choke on another man's cock. That he wanted this. That he had pushed for it.
That made her wetter than anything John was doing.
Her spit fell everywhere. Glossy strings connected her lips to his shaft as she pumped and sucked, trying to please him.
Wanting to please him.
Uncertain if she was.
Allie never knew how to be good in bed. She got embarrassed easily, had absolutely no clue what men liked, and rarely received any direction or praise from Michael.
Not like John was doing.
Her thighs clenched. Her jaw ached.
Still, she kept going.
She wanted him to moan.
She wanted her husband to hear it.
And she wanted to know, when this was all over, how long it would take for Michael to be able to look her in the eyes again.
John gripped her hair tightly.
Allie gasped as he pulled her head up, forcing her off his cock and onto his lips instead. The kiss landed hard. Wet and raw. His mouth crashing against hers as his tongue danced with her own. Allie moaned into him, tasting herself, tasting him, feeling her own spit smeared across her cheek as he deepened the kiss.
His hand found her tits and squeezed hard.
She clenched her thighs tightly.
John groped her like he owned her, like her body had been his all along, and he was just now claiming it. His other hand pressed against the small of her back, keeping her body flush against his. She could feel the length of his cock pulsing against her thigh, hot and insistent, rubbing through the soaked lace of her panties.
She wanted him. She had always wanted him.
She just never thought he would want her.
That truth hit like a slap.
And worse, she had never craved her husband the way she craved this man now.
John growled under his breath, then threw her onto her back.
"Well, it's clear I'm too big for your mouth, so we'll have to try something else," he muttered.
He grabbed the center of her bra and yanked it down, freeing her breasts with one rough tug. Then, without warning, he slapped his cock down between them.
Allie gasped at the weight of him as her eyes trailed up his rippling abs.
"I want to know what these feel like," he said. "Push them together."
Allie stared in awe. Michael had never done something like this.
"O-okay," she whispered, barely able to hear her own voice over the pounding in her chest.
Her hands moved on instinct, cupping her breasts from the sides, pressing them together around the thick length of him. His cock disappeared into the valley of her cleavage, and he let out a low groan as he thrust forward, slowly, savoring the sensation.
"Fuck... just like that."
He rocked his hips into her with long, deliberate strokes. Sliding between her tits, slick with spit and precum. Allie's mouth hovered just above the top, tongue flicking out every time he drove forward. Unsure if he liked it. Her heart began to race as he closed his eyes in pleasure and quickened his pace.
"You are doing so good, now suck it while I tit fuck you."
She did eagerly.
He groaned as her lips sealed around the top of his cock. Her hands squeezed tighter, pressing her breasts into a perfect cock sleeve, her spit sliding down the center of her chest and covering John's member.
His pace picked up, thrusts getting harder. Her tits bounced with every movement, her chest coated in sweat and saliva.
Nearly as wet as her panties.
The way he used her, the way he took control, it was more than she could have ever dreamed of. The dominance. The desire. The hunger. Her body was trembling.
Every thrust made her moan softly around him.
Every slap of skin traveled to the slits of the closet.
He was there. Watching.
And Allie wanted him to.
"Fuck, I'm gonna cum," John growled. "Keep it in your mouth."
Allie's eyes went wide. She had never had someone cum in her mouth, but she didn't stop him.
He pushed forward, cock throbbing between her breasts, balls clenching as he pushed deeper. Just enough to bury himself past her lips as the first thick pulse hit the back of her throat. She gagged, lips stretched, as she tried to swallow as much of him as she could.
It was too much.
She pulled off with a gasp just as the second burst of his hot, thick cum sprayed across her face. Wet stripes hit her cheek, her lips, her chin. He grunted above her, jacking himself with one hand as the rest of his load covered her chest.
Thick, hot, heavy spurts splashed across her tits.
It dripped between her breasts. Down her sides, glazing her soft skin.
Allie lay breathless, her whole body trembling with pleasure.
She turned her head slightly, eyes flicking toward the closet.
"Holy fuck," John muttered between gasps, still standing over her. "There is no fucking way I'm letting you go after that."
He leaned toward her cum covered face.
"From now on, whenever that husband of yours leaves... you're mine. Got it?"
Allie lay still across the sheets, drenched in John's cum, pulse thudding in her throat, panties soaked through.
"A-alright," she whispered.
"Good."
John grabbed his pants and pulled them on without much ceremony. His cock was still half-hard, glistening and thick, but he zipped himself up anyway. Allie blinked, dazed.
"W-wait," she said, slowly sitting up. "You're leaving?"
John smirked as he fastened his belt.
"I can't give it to you all at once now, can I?"
He leaned down and kissed her.
It wasn't gentle, hungry, possessive.
Allie's heart melted. He really did want her. He really did.
When he pulled back, he reached between her tits, scooping a thick stripe of his cum with two fingers, and brought them to her lips.
"Open."
She obeyed,
He pushed his fingers into her mouth. She sucked without hesitation, moaning softly as the salty taste hit her tongue.
John stepped back, gaze gleaming with satisfaction.
"You'd better get your husband out of the house soon. I'm not a patient man," His dark eyes lingered on hers. "I'll see you in the office."
Allie nodded eagerly, "Ok."
He left without another word.
The lock clicked behind him.
Allie sat in silence. Her chest rose and fell. Her whole body buzzed.
She didn't move.
Not yet.
Not until she heard the soft sound of the closet door finally creak open.
