Chapter 3

It was Saturday morning. Mark woke at 7:00 a.m. The house was silent. Sunlight crept through the bedroom curtains, It was just the two of them alone in the house. Jake was still at his parents' place and wouldn't be back until late afternoon.

Mark rolled over and looked at Lisa. She was still asleep, her dark hair spread across the pillow, her lips slightly parted. She looked peaceful.

He was still thinking about what he saw last night, and he was horny.

Mark reached out and gently ran his fingers along Lisa's bare arm. She stirred, then opened her eyes. For a moment, they just looked at each other.

"Hey," he whispered.

"Hey," she whispered back.

He leaned in and kissed her softly. Lisa responded, her hand coming up to cup the back of his neck.

Lisa pulled back a little and looked into his eyes. "I want you," she said.

Lisa pushed the blanket aside and slowly moved down to Mark's boxers. She started to rub his dick softly with her hand.

Mark lay on his back and watched Lisa stroking his dick. The image of Lisa stocking Davis from last night made him so hot that his dick got hard very quickly.

Lisa took off his boxers and started sucking his dick with a lot of passion. Mark looked at her, imagining she was sucking Davis.

This time it felt different. The way she sucked, her passion, and the way she looked made it seem like Lisa was also imagining that she was sucking Davis's dick. Mark didn't care; it turned him on and made him very horny.

After several minutes, Mark was about to cum. He started moaning and thought Lisa would pull out, but she didn't, just like with Davis.

He finally had a chance to cum in her mouth for the first time.

Mark held Lisa's head and shot his cum into her throat. Lisa didn't flinch; she swallowed it all and made sure to squeeze his dick until the last drop.

She said softly, "It looks like you needed that." "You are working too hard," she added.

Lisa went to take a shower, and Mark lay on the bed, drained, thinking about how one night had changed his wife.

He drifted into thoughts of all the fantasies he’d carried with him over the years, the ones he’d always longed to make real. With the right plan, I can finally achieve them, he told himself.

Mark did not ask Lisa about last night's meeting with Coach Davis, and later that day , Lisa went to pick up Jake and drove to visit her parents.

Mark was alone in the house. He sat down at his laptop and began downloading the video recordings from the night before, carefully checking that both AI cameras remained hidden in their spots, the living room bookshelf and the bedroom plant pot.

Then he watched the videos. Not once. Not twice. Several times.

And every time he watched, the excitement built inside him again. Seeing his wife, his slutty wife, sucking Davis.

After the fourth viewing, Mark closed the laptop and leaned back on the living room couch. The house was completely silent. His mind was already working, turning over possibilities, calculating his next move.

He stared at the blank TV screen and began to map out his next plan, something bolder, something that would push Lisa further. Now that he had tasted this strange, jealous desire, he didn't want it to stop. He wanted to see how far his wife would go.

Two days passed. That morning, as Lisa was packing Jake's gym bag, Mark came up behind her and spoke casually.

"I'll pick up Jake from practice today," he said.

Lisa looked at him, surprised. "You? You're usually still at work at that hour."

Mark shrugged. "I'll leave early. And while I'm there..." He paused, lowering his voice even though Jake was upstairs. "I'll come early and sneak close enough to hear Davis's and Leo's conversations, like I did the last time."

Lisa nodded slowly. "Okay."

That evening, Mark picked up Jake from practice. When he returned home, he walked into the living room where Lisa was waiting anxiously, her hands folded in her lap. Jake had gone straight upstairs to his room.

Mark sat down across from her, his face unreadable.

"Well?" Lisa asked, her voice tight. "Did you hear anything?"

Mark took a deep breath and held her gaze.

"It appeared that both Davis and Leo had conducted parents' meetings," he said quietly. "When Leo asked Davis how the meeting at the Harrises' went, Davis said, 'Nice and friendly.'"

Lisa's brow furrowed. "That sounds... fine."

Mark shook his head. "Then Leo commented, 'Yes, but friendly doesn't get you a recommendation, right?"

He paused.

"And Davis nodded."

Lisa listened, her face going pale. The blood seemed to drain from her cheeks as the meaning settled in.

Friendly doesn't get you a recommendation.

Lisa understood that what she had done with Davis was not enough to make him even start changing his mind.

"There's more," Mark added, his voice heavy. "They said the decision has to be made within four weeks."

Lisa pressed her hands to her face. "Four weeks..."

Mark put on an act; he stood up abruptly, running a hand through his hair. His voice rose with frustration.

"We have to make Davis change his mind," he said. "Nice and friendly won't cut it.

He let his words sink in, watching Lisa's expression crumble from anxiety into **** determination.

Then, without another word, he turned and walked into the kitchen, leaving her alone with her thoughts.

Lisa sat frozen on the couch. The clock on the wall ticked loudly in the silence. Four weeks left. One chance to change a man's mind.

Once again, "Giving him something better than what Carol is already giving him" echoed in her mind.

In the kitchen, Mark leaned against the counter, a small, satisfied smile playing at the corners of his lips.

The next morning, Mark drove to the gym. The parking lot was nearly empty. He found Coach Davis alone in the equipment room, organizing basketballs into a large metal cart.

Davis looked up as Mark entered. "Hey. Everything okay?"

Mark smiled warmly and extended his hand. Davis shook it, slightly confused.

"I wanted to thank you," Mark said, his tone sincere and easygoing. "It looks like your presence last time at our house made a positive impression on Lisa."

Davis raised an eyebrow. "Oh? How so?"

Mark leaned against the wall, crossing his arms like an old friend sharing a secret. "She hasn't stopped talking about the meeting. She said you made her feel comfortable. Listened to. She even mentioned that she wished the evening hadn't ended so early."

Davis looked surprised and curious.

"I'm glad I could help," Davis replied carefully.

Mark pushed off from the wall and took a step closer, lowering his voice.

"To be honest," Mark continued, "I've known Lisa for years. She's a little shy. She doesn't always express what she really wants. But I could tell she was hoping for more from your visit."

Davis was quiet for a long moment, processing the words.

Mark pressed on, his tone turning more confidential. "Lisa has some fantasies she'd want to fulfill, but she's too shy to say out loud. In the future, I might be able to share more with you. But for now, just know that she expected more. That's all I'm saying."

Davis let out a slow breath. "I didn't know that."

"Now you do," Mark said, smiling. "So next time don't hold back."

He turned and walked toward the door, then paused and looked over his shoulder.

"Oh, and Davis? Lisa is home alone from 8:00 to 3:00 every day. You could send her a message and drop by."

Mark left the house and drove to his office. he walked through the glass doors of his startup's headquarters, the real world came crashing back.

As he entered his office, Sara, his secretary, looked up from her desk with a worried expression.

"Mark," she whispered , "the board just scheduled an urgent meeting for later today."

He stopped mid-step. "What about?"

Sara lowered her voice. "Layoffs. They want to cut costs across the board."

Mark's face went pale. He had known this day might come, but hearing it out loud made it real.

He nodded slowly and walked into his office, closing the door behind him. Sara watched him go, her own heart sinking.

She was terrified.

In her mid-50s, Sara had started working at Mark's company five years ago, just before her divorce. Back then, she had been broken, emotionally and financially. Mark had given her a chance when no one else would. He had been patient, kind, and supportive. He had helped her pass those rough years, offering flexible hours when she needed to see her lawyer, a shoulder to cry on when the divorce was finalized, and steady paychecks that kept her mortgage paid and her bills current.

But now that security was hanging by a thread.

Sara sat at her desk, staring at her computer screen without seeing it. Her mind raced through the numbers: the mortgage on her small condo, the car payment. If she lost this job, she wouldn't last three months.

“I can't get laid off," she thought. “I'll lose everything."

She looked at Mark's closed door. She knew he was under a lot of pressure, the board was forcing his hand. But she also knew something else: Mark made the final decisions about who stayed and who went.

Back at the sym, Davis stood alone in the equipment room after Mark left, replaying every word Mark had said.

She was hoping for more.

Lisa has some fantasies she'd like to fulfill.

She's home alone from 8:00 to 3:00.

He pulled out his phone and opened a message thread with Lisa. His thumb hovered over the keyboard for a long moment. Then he typed quickly before he could talk himself out of it.

“Good morning, Lisa. I was thinking more about our last meeting. There are a few things I'd like to discuss privately and some additional training drills that could really boost Jake. Would tomorrow at 9 AM work? I can drop by your house. Let me know.”

Lisa sat on the couch, staring at her phone; her heart raced. She knew exactly what "training drills" really meant. Or at least, she suspected. She remembered Mark saying, "Nice and friendly won't cut it," and she knew she had to be bolder this time, especially since Leo said, "Friendly doesn't get a recommendation."

She replied, "Tomorrow at 9 AM works.”

The next morning, the house buzzed with the usual routine. Mark kissed Lisa on the cheek at 7:45 AM, grabbed his briefcase, and headed out the door.

By 8:00 AM, Jake had finished his breakfast and was out the door for school. The house fell silent. Lisa stood alone in the living room, listening to the clock tick.

"One hour until Davis arrives," she said to herself

She walked slowly to the bedroom and opened the closet and stared at the options. She had been thinking about this all night.

Her hand drifted past her everyday cotton underwear and landed on a small black box hidden at the back of her drawer. She pulled it out and opened it.Inside was a matching set she had bought months ago but never worn, a sheer black lace thong and a matching bra, both delicate and barely there. The fabric was soft, almost transparent, designed to reveal more than it hid.

She stood naked in front of the mirror for a moment, looking at her own body. Still firm. Still desirable. Then she put on the black lace thong and bra. The lingerie clung to her curves, leaving little to the imagination. She turned sideways, ran a hand over her stomach, and smiled.

She chose a short, sleeveless dress with a deep neckline. The fabric was soft and stretchy, hugging every curve.

Lisa stepped back and examined herself in the full-length mirror. As she turned to exit the bedroom, her phone slipped from her hand to the floor.

She bent over to pick it up and caught her own reflection in the mirror. The dress was so short that it barely covered her. From this angle, it had ridden up just enough to almost reveal her black lace thong, her ass cheeks almost peeking out from beneath the hem. It was sexy but still left something to the imagination.

“I need to be bolder,” she thought to herself.

She stood up straight, turned to face the mirror again, and slowly lifted the hem of her dress a few inches higher. She bent over again, and now her thong was fully exposed. Her entire backside was on display.

“He won't be able to resist,” she said to herself.

She smoothed the dress back down but left it slightly shorter than before, just enough to ensure that every movement would offer a glimpse. Then she turned and walked out of the bedroom, ready to greet Davis.

Across town, at his office , Mark sat behind his desk with the door locked. His laptop was open, the screen split into two live feeds, one from the living room and one from the bedroom. The bedroom camera showed Lisa finishing her preparations. He watched her adjust her dress and check her reflection.

At exactly 9:00 AM, the doorbell rang.

Lisa's heart jumped. She took a deep breath, smoothed her dress one last time, and walked to the front door. She opened it with a slow, deliberate smile.

Davis stood on the porch, holding a small notebook, the same one from last time. But his eyes weren't looking at the notebook. They were traveling down her body, from her face to her exposed cleavage to the curve of her hips to her dress.

"Coach Davis," Lisa said softly, stepping aside. "Please. Come in."

Davis swallowed hard and stepped inside. The door closed behind him with a quiet click.

"You look..." He paused, searching for the right word. "Amazing."

Lisa smiled and took his hand, leading him toward the kitchen. "Thank you."

Davis let her guide him, his eyes never leaving her. The notebook dangled forgotten at his side.

In Mark's office, the AI flashed another alert, Mark took a sip of coffee and watched.

“This is going to be good,” he thought.

They stood in the kitchen as davis chatted for a while about general things

Lisa nodded, but she wasn't really listening to the words. She was watching the way his gaze kept drifting down to the deep V of her dress, then snapping back up to her face, then down again.

Lisa stepped closer to reach for a pitcher in the cabinet. The movement made her dress ride up just slightly. Davis was gazing at her dress, but she didn't pull it down.

Lisa smiled and picked up a pitcher of lemonade from the counter. "Let’s move to the living room. I'll bring us something to drink."

She turned and walked toward the living room, putting an extra sway in her hips. She could feel his eyes on her the whole way.

In the living room, she set the pitcher and two glasses on the coffee table. She arranged the cushions on the couch, not side by side, but close enough that whoever sat next to her would have to be near. Then she sat down, crossing her legs slowly, letting the hem of her dress slide up her thigh.

Davis sat down beside her, closer than he had the first time. Close enough that she could feel the warmth radiating from his body.

Lisa poured two glasses of lemonade and handed one to him.

"Thank you," Davis said, his voice lower now. He took a sip but kept his eyes on her.

Lisa also took a drink, but when she put her glass down, it slipped out of her hand on purpose and spilled across the coffee table. Lemonade pooled on the wood surface and dripped onto the rug.

"Oh no," she said, her voice light and theatrical. "I'm so clumsy today."

Davis leaned forward as if to help, but Lisa put a hand on his chest and gently pushed him back against the couch cushions.

"Don't move," she said softly. "I'll get some paper towels. Stay right there."

Lisa grabbed a roll of paper towels from the kitchen. But instead of walking straight back, she paused in front of the small mirror hung near the pantry. She looked at her reflection and smiled.

“One more thing,” she thought.

She reached down and grabbed the hem of her dress, pulling it up two inches higher, just enough to ensure that when she bent over, there would be no doubt about what she was wearing. The black lace thong would be fully visible, her cheeks exposed, leaving nothing to the imagination.

“Bolder,” she reminded herself. “He needs to remember this.”

She walked back into the living room, paper towels in hand. Davis was still sitting on the couch, watching her every move.

Lisa didn't sit down; instead, she moved the coffee table a little away from the couch, turned her back to him, and bent over to clean up the spilled lemonade. The dress rode up higher than before, showing off her black lace thong that was stretched across her round cheeks. She took her time and wiped the table slowly and carefully, making sure Davis could see everything.

She heard him catch his breath behind her. He didn't say anything, but she didn't need to hear anything.

She straightened up slightly, then bent over again, this time reaching for a spot farther across the table. The dress lifted even more. She knew exactly what he was seeing.

"A smart move." Mark was thinking to himself, impressed by the move Lisa pulled on Davis.

After what felt like a full minute, Lisa finished cleaning, but she did not stand up. She stayed bent over, her dress still hiked up, the full view of her black lace thong completely exposed to Davis. Her bare cheeks were on display, the sheer fabric leaving almost nothing to the imagination.

In his office, the live feed captured everything; Mark’s jaw was tight. His heart pounded from excitement.

“Keep going,” he thought, staring at the screen. “Show me how far you'll go.”

Lisa slowly turned her head and looked back at Davis over her shoulder, locking eyes with him.

"Like what you see?" she asked, her voice low and teasing.

Davis's breath was heavy. His hands remained frozen on his knees, knuckles white, as if he were restraining himself.

In that moment, Davis recalled what Mark told him yesterday: "Next time, don't hold back."

He then replied, "You know I do," his voice rougher than before.

Lisa smiled and held his gaze for a moment longer. "Then don't just sit there," she whispered.

Davis leaned way forward, his fingers curled against her warm ass, spreading her ass cheeks as he pushed his head down to lick her ass.

Lisa let out a soft moan. She squeezed the edge of the coffee table with one hand while pushing her ass back against Davis's face, arching her back to give him better access to her ass.

Davis moved the black lace thong to the side and began sucking her pussy hard, hungry, and relentless. She felt amazing. Her moans grew louder and louder, filling the quiet living room.

He was excited. Lisa's white, round ass was big just the way he liked it. Her pussy tasted great, warm and wet, and he could tell she was completely relaxed, her body yielding to him without resistance.

From his position behind her, Davis had a full view of Lisa's ass. He could see her anus, tight and pink, and wondered if she had ever had anal sex before.

“Too early for that,” he thought, dismissing the idea.

But then, once again, he recalled what Mark had told him yesterday: "Lisa has some fantasies she'd like to fulfill."

Davis didn't know which fantasies Mark had been referring to. But as he looked at her body, her moans growing **** above him, he became curious.

“Was anal sex one of them?” he thought.

He pulled his mouth away for a second, and his hot breath felt good on her wet skin. He looked at her arched back, her dress bunched around her waist, and gently began to lick her anus.

Lisa froze; the warm, wet feeling on her anus shocked her. She was not expecting it.

She began to moan hard as Davis continued pushing his tongue into her anus and his finger into her pussy.

Lisa was not resisting; she pushed her ass back against Davis's face , letting his thick fingers fuck her pussy.

The live feed in Mark's office showed everything. Mark stared at the screen, his coffee completely forgotten. His heart raced, pounding in his chest like a drum.

Like a porn movie director, he had orchestrated every moment, manipulating both Davis and his own wife to fulfill his darkest fantasy. He had set the stage, written the script, and now he was watching the final act unfold in real time.

Mark's dick grew hard beneath his desk. He couldn't wait any longer. He needed to see Davis start fucking his wife.

This is really happening, he thought, his eyes glued to the screen. And I'm watching every second.

Back at the house , Davis unbuckled his belt and lowered his pants, letting them fall to the floor. His black dick was already fully erect, thick and long, much larger than anything Lisa had experienced before.

Lisa's eyes widened for just a moment, but she didn't look away. Instead, she bit her lower lip and reached out for him.

Davis grabbed her by the hips and pulled her onto his lap as he sat back down on the couch. She straddled him, her dress still bunched around her waist, her black lace thong pushed to the side.

He guided his dick toward her wet pussy. The tip pressed against her entrance, and then he pushed inside.

Lisa let out a loud, deep moan, not of pain, but of pure, shocked pleasure. Davis's dick was much larger than her husband's, and it stretched her wet pussy in ways she never felt.

"Oh my God," she gasped, her fingernails digging into his shoulders.

Davis gripped her hips and began to move slow at first, then faster. He fucked her with a rhythm that was rough and confident, each thrust driving deeper than the last. Lisa's moans turned into breathless cries, her head thrown back.

For several minutes, the only sounds in the living room were the wet slap of skin against skin, the creak of the couch, and Lisa's escalating gasps.

In his office Mark leaned forward, his eyes locked on the screen. He used the camera controls to zoom in, his fingers trembling slightly against the laptop's trackpad. The AI enhanced the image automatically, sharpening every pixel, giving him a crystal-clear view of every detail, the way Lisa's body bounced on Davis's lap, the way her face twisted in pleasure, the way her fingers dug into the couch cushions.

He could not hold it any longer.

His breath came in short, ragged bursts as he lowered his pants and began stroking his own dick. Seeing his own wife on the screen, her body writhing beneath another man, her moans filling the living room, was much more than just looking at a porn movie. This was real. This was his Lisa. And somehow, watching her betray him made him harder than he had been in years.

His hand moved faster, his eyes never leaving the screen.

In the living room, Davis had flipped Lisa onto her hands and knees on the couch. Her dress was bunched around her waist, her black lace thong pulled completely to the side. Her bare ass was raised high, presented to him like an offering.

Davis positioned himself behind her in a deep doggy-style position and continued fucking her hard, steady, and relentlessly. Lisa's ass bounced and shook with every thrust, the soft flesh rippling under the impact. Her body was completely free now, surrendered, letting Davis do as he pleased.

Davis noticed it. She wasn't resisting. She was allowing, and he was bolder now.

His eyes drifted down to her wet anus, glistening and relaxed, opening slightly with each thrust. It was ready for him or, at least, ready to be tested.

Gently, as he continued to fuck her hard, he brought his thumb to her tight entrance. pressed softly at first, then with more purpose, pushing the tip inside her while never breaking the rhythm of his hips.

Lisa did not feel his thumb at first. She was too excited, too relaxed, too lost in pleasure. Her mind had floated somewhere far away, where consequences didn't exist and only sensation mattered.

But then she felt it, a slow, deep pressure. A fullness she hadn't expected.

She glanced back and saw Davis's thumb buried inside her ass, his eyes locked on hers, watching for her reaction.

But by the time she noticed, his thumb was already fully inside her.

She gasped in surprise. Her body tensed for just a moment, then relaxed again, accepting the invasion as if it had always belonged there.

Davis smiled. "You like that? Haa," he asked, his voice low.

Lisa couldn't speak. She just nodded, her mouth open, her breath coming in shallow waves.

On the laptop screen, Mark saw everything. His hand moved faster. His own breath matched the rhythm of Davis's thrusts.

Lisa's moans became louder and louder. Davis could feel that she was getting close, her body tensing, her breath hitching, her hips grinding back against him with increasing urgency.

"Yes, yes, fuck me harder!" she screamed, her voice raw and ****.

Davis obeyed. He pushed his thumb all the way into her ass while fucking her harder, his dick sliding inside her pussy, his thumb pressing deep inside the tight anus. He could feel his own shaft moving against his thumb through the thin wall of flesh, a sensation that sent electric shocks through his entire body.

"I'm cumming! Don't stop!" she yelled.

Her climax hit her like a wave. She cried out loudly, her body shuddering and convulsing, her legs trembling as waves of pleasure ripped through her. Her arms gave out, and her body dropped onto the couch, her ass still up in the air, waiting, presenting itself.

Davis could not hold it anymore.He pulled his dick out at the last second and shot his cum onto her anus. Thick, hot ropes of it landed on her tight pink opening, then dripped slowly down ,over her pussy, down her inner thighs, pooling slightly on the couch beneath her.

Some of it splattered onto the sofa cushion.

For a moment, neither of them moved. The only sounds were their heavy breathing and the distant hum of the refrigerator.

Lisa remained bent over the couch, her dress still bunched around her waist, her thong pushed aside, cum dripping down her skin. She didn't try to cover herself. She didn't speak.

Davis leaned back, breathing hard, looking at what he had done. His eyes traveled from her wet, swollen pussy up to the white cum slowly trailing down her ass cheek.

He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and smiled.

"That was a hell of an exercise," he joked.

Lisa turned her head and looked at him through half-closed eyes. A slow, satisfied smile spread across her flushed face.

"Yes, totally," she whispered.

After several minutes Lisa went to take a shower, and Davis left their house.

In Mark's office, the live feed had captured everything in high definition. The AI continued to tag the footage with time stamps and confidence ratings. Mark sat frozen, his hand wrapped around his hardened dick, his eyes locked on the screen.

He rolled back the video and watched it again , suddenly as the video still playing

a knock on his office door.

Mark's blood ran cold. He yanked his hand away, nearly knocking over his coffee mug. His heart slammed against his ribs.

"Mark?" a cheerful voice called from behind the door. "I brought you some coffee!"

It was Sara, his secretary.

Mark's mind raced. He looked down at his lap, obviously impossible to hide. Then he cleared his throat and tried to steady his voice.

"Just a second, Sara!" he called out, a little too loudly.

He fumbled with his laptop, trying to close the video feed, but his hands were shaking. He quickly minimized the window, and the video stopped just as Sara knocked again.

"Everything okay in there?" she asked, her voice laced with curiosity. "You sound... stressed."

Mark took a deep breath and stood up and pushed his erect dick back into his pants. He walked to the door and opened it, Sara smiled and went inside.

"Thanks," he said.

Sara tilted her head, studying him. His face was flushed. A thin sheen of sweat on his forehead. His breathing was uneven.

"Are you sure you're okay?" Sara asked, her brow furrowed with genuine concern.

Mark **** a laugh, running a hand through his hair. "Long night. Didn't sleep well, you know."

Sara's eyes flicked down to his lap for the briefest moment, then back up to his face. A small, knowing smile tugged at the corner of her lips. She had noticed the tension in his shoulders, the way his breathing was slightly uneven, the way he kept glancing at his laptop screen as if something there had captured him completely.

As she set the coffee mug on his desk, her hand brushed against the laptop’s mouse, and the video on Mark's screen resumed playing.

The voices of Lisa and Davis echoed softly from the laptop speakers. Not loud enough for the whole office to hear, but loud enough for Sara, standing right there, to catch every word.

Sara froze. Her eyes widened slightly. She couldn't see the laptop screen from where she stood, but she stood perfectly still, listening to the muffled sounds coming from the speakers.

Mark's face flushed with embarrassment. He reached for the laptop to close it.

But Sara's mind was already racing. She had caught him. He was embarrassed and ****, and in that vulnerability, she saw an opportunity. If she played this right, she might have a real chance to secure her job.

“He's probably stressed with everything he has to deal with,” she thought. “The board meeting, the layoffs, the pressure from investors. Watching porn is probably how he relaxes. He's likely not getting enough at home either.”

She turned around and walked slowly to the door. Without looking back, she pulled it closed and turned the lock. The soft click echoed in the quiet room.

Then she walked back to his desk and leaned against the edge, her arms crossed loosely in front of her, letting Mark have a better view of her already large cleavage.

Mark looked up at her, confused.

"Mark," she said slowly, her voice calm and measured, "you're under a lot of pressure."

Mark said nothing. His heart was pounding so hard he was sure she could hear it.

"Maybe," she continued softly, "you just need someone to help you relax. Someone who won't ask questions. Someone who understands."

She knelt down beside his chair and looked up at him, her eyes warm and steady, her expression free of judgment.

Mark stared at her, his mind racing. On the closed laptop screen, frozen mid-frame, his wife was bent over for another man. And here, in his office, Sara was offering herself to him.

Sara's hand rested on his knee.

"Let me help you," she whispered.

Sara felt she needed to take control. Slowly, she began to unbutton Mark's pants. She pulled out his semi-erect dick and wrapped her fingers around it.

She leaned forward and gently began to suck his dick. Mark looked down at her, his breath catching in his throat.

Although she was in her mid-50s, Sara was a good-looking woman. She had a pretty face, blonde hair, a thick, full figure, busty tits, and a big round ass that strained against her skirt. She was not a young woman anymore, but there was something undeniably sensual about her confidence.

Sara knelt on the floor, her focus entirely on his dick. She could not see Mark's laptop as he reached over, opened it, and pressed the play button.

The soft voices from the video resumed. Lisa moaning. Davis is breathing heavily. The wet sounds of their bodies moving together.

Sara continued to suck his dick, taking him deeper with each motion. The contrast was dizzying: his wife playing on the screen, and another woman's mouth wrapped around his dick in real life.

Mark reached down and pulled Sara's breasts from her dress. They spilled out big and heavy , twice the size of Lisa's. He cupped them in his hands, squeezing the soft flesh.

If Lisa can fuck another man. Why shouldn't I have something too? he thought to himself, justifying his actions.

He pushed Sara back slightly and wrapped her breasts around his dick, thrusting between them. He tit-fucked her for several minutes, his eyes glued to the laptop screen where Davis was now pounding into Lisa from behind. The sensation was overwhelming,watching his wife get fucked by another man while he fucked another woman's tits. It was the most intense, twisted arousal he had ever felt.

Sara moaned softly, playing along, letting him use her body however he needed.

After several minutes, Mark felt himself approaching the edge. He pulled his dick from between her breasts and began stroking it hard and fast, pointing the tip directly at her chest.

The footage Davis pulling out and shooting his cum across Lisa's face flashed in his mind. The memory pushed him over the edge.

"Open your mouth," Mark said softly.

Sara hesitated for just a second. Then she closed her eyes, opened her mouth wide, and pulled out her tongue.

“If I'm already doing this, I might as well let him enjoy it all the way,” she thought to herself. “His wife probably doesn't let him do this. And if this secures my job... it's worth it.”

Mark came hard inside Sara's mouth and all over her busty tits. Thick ropes of cum landed on her tongue, her lips, her chest. He groaned loudly, his body trembling with release.

It was the best feeling he had had in years.

He slumped back in his chair, exhausted, barely able to look at her. His chest heaved. His mind was blank.

Sara smiled at him, wiping a drop of cum from her lip with her thumb.

"You needed that, haa," she said softly, her voice warm and knowing. She pulled her dress back up, covering her breasts, and reached for a tissue from his desk to clean herself.

Then she stood up, smoothed her skirt, and walked to the door. She unlocked it, glanced back at him one last time, and gave a small nod.

"If you ever need to... relax again," she said quietly, "Just call me."

She stepped out and closed the door.