Peek: Option A

You move to the edge of the living-room doorway and look in.

Natasha is on her back on the sofa, short curvy body fully naked, brunette hair spread across the cushions. A black man you have never seen before is between her thighs, powerful frame driving into her with deep, steady thrusts. Her legs are locked high around his waist. Her hands grip his shoulders hard. Every time he bottoms out she makes a raw, open sound of pleasure that you have not heard from her in years.

She shows more passion and energy than she has since the earliest days of your relationship. Her hips lift to meet him. Her back arches. Her soft stomach and full breasts move with the force of each stroke. There is none of the careful distance or quiet endurance she has given you for months. She is fully present, fully hungry, taking him with open need.

She cums the first time while you watch, thighs clamping around him, a sharp cry leaving her throat as her body shakes. He does not slow. He keeps the same powerful rhythm and she cums again a short while later, the second orgasm rolling through her harder than the first, voice breaking on his name. Still he shows no sign of finishing. He simply adjusts his grip, pushes her knees higher, and continues to rail her with the same relentless pace.

Natasha’s head turns toward the hallway for a moment, eyes unfocused with pleasure, and she speaks between heavy breaths.

“We have to finish soon, before my husband gets home.”