The Truth and then more

Marcus wanted many things but first he needed something clarified. Looking at Belinda, he asked, “answer me honestly. Do you have an STD?”

“Fortunately, not,” both women answered at the same time, voices clear and honest.

Marcus nodded, relieved but still wary.

“Emily,” he continued, turning to the blonde woman, “how many times have you had sex in the last few years since you and Belinda started spending so much time together?”

Emily answered without hesitation, her tone helpful and open. “Not nearly as much as Belinda. I was seeing a guy last year at the beginning, but it ended. After that I swore off men for a while. Belinda and I experimented a little together, but nothing serious came of it.”

This caused Marcus’ jaw tightened. So, Emily had not only helped his wife cheat on him, she had been part of it.

He let out a slow breathe steadying himself. “Belinda, first things first. I want dinner. Since it’s late, order takeout and make sure it’s ready when it arrives.”

Belinda rose immediately, already moving toward her phone with a bright, willing smile.

Then turning back to Emily, Marcus added, “I had a really long, confusing day at work. And since Belinda and I haven’t had sex in six months… and you helped ruin my marriage up until now… you’re going to help me with that.”

Emily’s eyes lit up with eager devotion. “Of course, Marcus. Do you want me here or in the bedroom?”

“Here,” he replied.

Standing up without any hesitation Emily slipped off her black blazer, letting it fall over the back of the couch. Her cream satin blouse clung to full, heavy breasts that strained against the delicate fabric. She unzipped her tight black pencil skirt and slid it down her long legs, stepping out of it gracefully. Her matching black lace panties followed.

Turning towards him, Emily completely bare from the waist down, and leaned back against the arm of the sofa. With slow, deliberate movements she spread her toned legs, presenting her smooth, glistening pussy to him. Her breathing had already quickened.

Marcus stepped forward. He unbuckled his belt and pushed his pants and underwear down just enough. His cock sprang free, hard and aching. He gripped Emily’s hips, lined himself up, and drove into her in one powerful thrust.

Tight, silky and hot, that was what Emily’s pussy was hot.

A low, throaty moan escaped her lips as he buried himself to the hilt. Her inner walls clenched around him greedily, fluttering and squeezing as her body welcomed him completely.

Groaning at the intense pleasure Marcus pulled back and slammed in again, harder, setting a deep, punishing rhythm. Emily’s full breasts bounced inside her open blouse with every thrust. Her head fell back, blonde hair spilling over her shoulders, and she let out soft, needy sounds of pure bliss.

“Yes, sir,” she gasped between moans, her voice dripping with devotion. “Use me… please…”

Marcus gripped Emily’s hips tighter and drove into her again, harder this time, burying himself to the hilt with a wet slap of skin on skin.

Eyes widening a sharp, high-pitched squeal tore from Emily’s throat. “Ahh—!”

Her tight, silky walls clenched around him like a velvet fist, fluttering wildly as he pulled back and slammed in once more. Another squeal burst out of her, louder, needier. “Oh my, Marcus!”

He set a punishing rhythm, hips snapping forward again and again. Each deep thrust made her full breasts bounce heavily inside her open satin blouse, nipples hard and visible through the thin fabric. Her long blonde hair spilled messily over her shoulders as her head fell back, mouth open in continuous pleasure.

“Yes, yes!” she moaned, the sound raw and shameless. Her toned legs trembled as she spread them wider for him, heels digging into the carpet. “Fuck me! Please. It feels so good!”

Marcus growled low in his chest and fucked her harder, the couch creaking beneath them. Emily’s pussy grew wetter with every stroke, slick sounds filling the living room as he stretched her open. She squealed again, higher and more ****, her inner walls rippling and squeezing around his cock like she was trying to pull him even deeper.

“Sir!” she panted. “I’m, I’m yours!” Emily cried out, her voice breaking into a long, throaty moan that echoed off the walls. Her hips started rolling to meet his thrusts, greedy and eager, completely lost in the pleasure he was giving her.

Belinda stood nearby, phone still in her hand. She watched with wide eyes, her expression a mix of deep adoration and clear conflict. Her breathing had grown shallow, lips parted as she stared at Emily writhing and squealing beneath Marcus. A sharp flash of jealousy tightened her features; it should be her. It should be her legs spread wide, her pussy taking every hard, deep thrust, her voice breaking into those loud, **** moans.

Aware of her look Marcus and remembering all the pain she and the woman he was fucking had caused him for little to no real reason. Marucs was spurred to pound into Emily faster, deeper, the wet slap of their bodies growing louder.

Emily’s squeals turned into broken, breathless moans. “Marcus!” she cried out. “Harder… please… I love it… I love your cock!”

Her pussy fluttered wildly around him, pulsing with every thrust. She was close. So was he.

Marcus tightened his grip, fingers digging into her soft hips, and fucked her with raw, relentless ****. Emily’s squeals climbed higher and higher until they shattered into a long, wailing moan of pure ecstasy. Her whole body tensed, back arching sharply as her orgasm crashed through her. Her walls clamped down hard around his cock, milking him in powerful, rhythmic spasms.

That was all it took.

With a deep, guttural groan Marcus buried himself to the hilt one final time and came hard. Thick, hot spurts of cum flooded deep inside her, pulse after pulse, filling her completely. Emily let out a shaky, blissful squeal as she felt him emptying into her, her body still trembling and clenching around him, drawing out every last drop.

Marcus stayed buried inside her for a long moment, breathing hard, the ring warm and satisfied on his finger.

Emily’s chest heaved, her flushed face wearing a dreamy, devoted smile. “Thank you, sir…” she whispered breathlessly, voice soft and reverent. “Thank you for using me…”

Standing only a few feet away was Belinda holding her phone. Her cheeks were flushed and her breathing uneven. She shifted on her feet, eyes fixed on where Marcus’s cock was still buried inside Emily. Jealousy and **** need warred across her face.

“Marcus…” his wife said, her voice small and trembling. “That should have been me. It should be me you’re fucking right now.”

Slowly pulling out of Emily, Marcus’ cock glistening with their combined juices. He turned to look at his wife, his expression cool and unimpressed.

“You had that opportunity every single day for years, Belinda,” Marucs reminded her flatly. “Every night. Every morning. Every time I came home exhausted and still wanted you. You never took it. You chose to laugh at me, cheat on me, and treat me like shit instead.”

He stepped closer to her, eyes hard.

“Now you get to watch. And you get to earn it back. Slowly. If you’re good enough… maybe one day, I’ll fuck you again. Until then, you can start by ordering that dinner like I told you.”

Belinda’s lips parted. For a second she looked like she might protest, but the ring’s power ran deep. Instead, her conflicted expression melted into eager submission. She nodded quickly.

“Yes, Marcus,” she said softly, already turning toward the kitchen. “I’ll order it right now. I’ll make sure it’s perfect for you.”

Well, that little interaction told Marcus more about how the ring worked.