Open your eyes to see(risk) caught

You open your eyes to see Ava looking at the video playing on your phone. She knew of Emily your hot new secretary. The screen glows, illuminating Ava’s face, her expression frozen in disbelief, then hardening into icy rage. Emily’s moans still echo faintly from the earbuds tangled in the sheets.

"What the fuck John?"

Ava's voice was a low hiss, cutting through the post-orgasm haze like a knife. Her eyes were wide, unblinking, fixed on the phone screen where Emily still gasped under a stranger's thrusts as the video replays. The glow painted Ava's face in stark, unforgiving light, every line of betrayal etched deep. She didn't scream. Didn't cry. The stillness was worse. Her hand shot out, snatching the phone, her thumb jamming the texting app reading what you send Emily.

Ava’s fingers scrolled through the texts, the glow of the screen turning her knuckles white. Your cock still wet with cum, the sticky evidence cooling on your skin. She read every word your demands, your jealousy, the video you’d sent. Her breath hitched, a sharp, ragged sound in the dark. "You filthy bastard," she whispered, voice trembling with fury. "My father warned me about men like you. You want to fuck and ruin our family for your young dumb fucking secretary."

She flung the phone at your chest. It bounced off, clattering to the floor, Emily’s moans abruptly silenced. Ava shoved the covers back, stumbling out of bed.

Her silhouette was rigid against the moonlight as she grabbed her robe, tying it with jerky, furious motions. "Get out," she spat, not looking at you. "Now. Before I wake the kids and let them see what their father really is."

...

After a year of a messing divorce, you are dating Emily. You don't know if she'll stay with you after learning of Ava taking half of everything. You sit in your new apartment, the cheap leather couch squeaking under your weight. The place smells faintly of stale pizza and regret. Emily perches on the armrest, scrolling through her phone, her expression unreadable. "So," she says, not looking up, "your ex really cleaned you out, huh?" Her tone is light, almost casual, but her knuckles are white where she grips the device.

"Shut up you dumb slut. This is your fault." You grip her hair and bring her to your cock. You make the woman who ruin your family life look at your cock. You rub it across her face than loft her up. Slowly sliding the young slut down your cock. Her pink pussy slowly riding your cock.

She moans as she tease your ruined life. "Mmm, you still taste like her, boss," Emily whispers, her breath hot against your skin as she takes you deep. Her pink pussy clenches around you, slick and demanding, as she rides you hard on the cheap couch. The apartment feels hollow, a shell of the home you lost. Her nails dig into your shoulders, leaving crescent moons on your skin. "Bet Ava never rode you like this, did she?" she taunts, grinding down with a vicious twist of her hips. "Bet she was too busy being perfect stable housewife and a good mom." Her words echoing in your head as you flood the homewrecker tight cunt.

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