“Oh, fuck yes! Just like that!”

Jason froze mid-step, his hand hovering over the doorknob. The voice was unmistakably his wife’s, but the tone—the raw, unchecked desperation—was alien. He’d never heard her sound like that before. Not with him; not with anyone.

His pulse quickened as he crept toward the living room window, the drawn blinds offering just enough of a gap to peer through. What he saw made his stomach drop.

“Harder! Please, harder!”

His wife, Megan, was on all fours on the living room floor, her back arched, her blonde hair wild and tangled. Behind her, a man—clearly the delivery guy, given the uniform crumpled on the floor—was driving into her with a force that made Jason’s jaw tighten. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed through the window, mingling with Megan’s breathless moans.

Jason’s first instinct was to storm in, to scream, to grab the guy by the collar, and to throw him out. But something stopped him. His legs felt rooted to the spot, his eyes glued to the scene unfolding before him. Megan’s face was a mask of ecstasy, her lips parted, her eyes squeezed shut as she begged for more. The delivery guy, his muscular frame glistening with sweat, obliged without hesitation, his hands gripping her hips so tightly that Jason could see the white of his knuckles.

Minutes earlier, Jason had been on his way home from work, his mind occupied with the usual mundane thoughts—what to make for dinner, whether to binge the new show his beautiful wife had been raving about. He’d called her, letting her know he was running late, but she hadn’t picked up. He hadn’t thought much of it.

She's probably busy, maybe in the shower or on a call, he thought.

Now, standing there, watching her writhe beneath a stranger, he felt a surge of anger mingled with something else—something he couldn’t quite name.

“God, you’re so tight!” the guy growled, his voice low and rough. “You’ve been waiting for this, haven’t you?”

Megan didn’t answer in words. Instead, she let out a strangled cry, her body trembling as she reached back to claw at his thigh. The sight of her, so undone, so lost in the moment, sent a jolt through Jason. His anger began to simmer, replaced by a strange, unfamiliar heat.

The delivery guy leaned forward, his chest pressed against Jaon’s wife’s back, his lips grazing her ear.

“You’re mine now,” he whispered, the words barely audible through the glass. “Say it.”

“I’m… I’m yours,” Megan gasped, her voice trembling. “Just don’t stop. Please, don’t stop.”

Jason felt his breath catch in his throat. He should feel betrayed, furious, and devastated. And he did—part of him did at least. But there was another part, a part that was captivated by the raw intensity of the scene, by the way his unfaithful wife surrendered so completely to the man fucking her.

The guy straightened, his movements growing even more forceful, more relentless. Megan’s cries grew louder, more desperate, her body shaking with each thrust. Jason’s hand moved almost involuntarily, sliding down to grip himself through his pants. He was hard—achingly so—and the realization only fueled the confusing mix of emotions churning inside him.

“Oh, God, yes!” Megan’s voice rose to a near scream, her nails digging into the carpet as her body arched violently. “Right there! Right there!”

The delivery guy let out a low groan, his hips slamming into her one final time before he stilled, his head thrown back in silent release. For a moment, the room was eerily quiet, the only sound the ragged breathing of the two intertwined bodies. Then, slowly, the guy pulled out, collapsing onto the floor beside Megan. She lay there, her chest heaving, a faint, satisfied smile playing on her lips.

Jason stepped back from the window, his heart pounding, his mind racing. He should confront her. He should demand an explanation. But as he glanced down at the unmistakable bulge in his pants, he knew it wasn’t that simple. Something inside him had shifted, awakened by the scene he’d just witnessed.

Taking a deep breath, he turned and walked toward the front door, his hand trembling as he reached for the knob. The moment the door creaked open, the sound of laughter—light, carefree laughter—met his ears.

“Megan?” he called out, his voice steady despite the storm raging inside him.

“In here!” she replied, her tone cheerful, as if nothing had happened.

Jason stepped into the living room, his eyes immediately finding the crumpled delivery uniform on the floor. She was sitting on the couch, her hair now neatly brushed, her clothes—yoga pants and a loose sweater—completely undisturbed. The delivery guy was nowhere in sight.

“Hey, babe,” she said, smiling up at him. “You’re home early.”

“Yeah, traffic wasn’t too bad,” he said, forcing a smile while his mind was still reeling. “Did the package come?”

“It did,” she replied, gesturing to a box on the coffee table. “The guy just left, actually.”

“Just left, huh?” Jason echoed, his eyes flicking to the uniform on the floor.

Megan followed his gaze and froze, her smile faltering.

“Oh, umm… that,” she said quickly, her cheeks flushing. “He, uh, spilled something on his shirt. I let him borrow one of yours.”

“Right,” Jason smirked. He walked over to the couch, sitting down beside her. “So, how was your day?”

“It was… good,” she said, hesitating, her eyes searching his face. Yours?”

“Same,” he replied, his hand unconsciously straying to her knee. He could feel the warmth of her skin through the fabric of her pants, and the memory of what he’d seen flashed through his mind. Megan’s breath hitched as his fingers brushed higher, his touch lingering just long enough to send a shiver through her.

“Jason… honey,” she began, her voice barely above a whisper.

He glanced at her, his gaze intense, searching.

“Tell me,” he said, his voice low. “Do you ever think about… trying something new?”

“New?” she asked, surprised.

“Yeah, something new,” he paused, his fingers tightening slightly on her thigh. “Something… rough?”

Megan’s eyes widened, her lips parting in surprise. For a moment, she seemed to struggle for words. Then, slowly, a faint, knowing smile crept across her face.

“Maybe,” she said, her voice husky. “Why? Are you offering?”

Jason didn’t answer. Instead, he leaned in, his lips brushing against hers in a kiss that was anything but gentle. Megan responded instantly, her hands tangling in his hair as she pulled him closer. The heat between them was undeniable, the tension crackling like a live wire.

When they finally broke apart, both of them breathless, Jason’s eyes met his wife’s, dark and unreadable.

“Let’s find out,” he said, his voice rough with desire.

Megan nodded, her heart pounding in anticipation.

“Okay.”

Jason stood, pulling her up with him.

“On your knees,” he commanded, his voice leaving no room for argument.

Megan hesitated for only a moment before sinking to the floor, her eyes never leaving his. He unzipped his pants, freeing himself; his cock was hard and throbbing.

“Open your mouth,” he commanded again, his voice low and steady.

She obeyed, her lips parting as he stepped closer. The moment the tip of his leaking cock touched her tongue, she moaned, the sound muffled but unmistakable. His hand tangled in her hair, guiding her as he began to thrust into her mouth, his movements slow and deliberate at first, then increasingly demanding.

“That’s it,” Jason growled, his other hand resting on her head. “Take it all.”

Megan’s eyes fluttered closed as she surrendered to the sensation, her hands gripping his thighs for support. The taste of her husband, the way he filled her mouth, sent a jolt of pleasure through her. She’d never felt so completely under his control, so consumed by his desire. Jason’s thrusts grew harder and faster, his grip on her hair tightening.

“You’re mine,” he said, his voice thick with need. “Say it.”

Megan pulled back just enough to whisper,

“I’m yours,” she said before plunging her mouth onto him again, her moans vibrating against his shaft.

Jason’s breath hitched, his hips stuttering as he neared the edge.

“Fuck, Megan,” he groaned, his release swift and intense.

Megan felt a jet of cum slide down her throat. She swallowed everything without spilling a single drop. As he pulled away, collapsing onto the couch, she looked up at him, her lips swollen, her eyes glazed with a mix of satisfaction and desire.

“I want more,” she said, standing in front of her husband, her voice steady. “I can handle a lot.”

“I know that,” he said, his voice rough with need.

“W-what do you mean?” she asked, sensing that something was not right.

Jason’s gaze was sharp as he looked at his wife, his arms folded across his chest. The air in the room felt heavy, charged with something unspoken. Megan was still standing in front of her husband, her breath uneven, her body still tingling from the intensity of their earlier encounter. Jason’s voice broke the silence, low and deliberate.

“I know you and the delivery guy fucked on the floor,” he said, each word slicing through the tension. Her eyes widened, her lips parting as if to deny it, but no words came out. She stumbled backward slightly, her hands instinctively moving to cover her chest, though she was fully clothed. Jason’s expression didn’t change.

“I also know he’s hiding somewhere in our home.”

Megan’s throat tightened. She could feel the weight of her husband’s stare, the unrelenting pressure of his accusation. Her mind raced, trying to find the right words, the right way to explain. But Jason didn’t give her the chance.

“Bring him here,” he commanded, his tone leaving no room for argument. “I would like him to join us.”

For a moment, Megan hesitated. Her heart pounded in her chest, the fear and excitement mixing into a heady cocktail that left her dizzy. But then, slowly, a grin spread across her face. She nodded, her movements almost predatory as she turned and walked toward the bathroom. Jason watched her go, his jaw tight, his body tense with anticipation.

The bathroom door creaked open, and there he was—the delivery guy. His muscular frame filled the doorway, his chest glistening with a thin sheen of sweat as if he’d been waiting, ready. His eyes met Jason’s, and for a moment, the two men sized each other up. Jason’s lips curled into a smirk, though his eyes remained hard.

“Come in,” he said, gesturing toward the living room. “You’re already halfway here, aren’t you?”

The guy stepped forward, his movements confident, his presence dominating the small space. Megan followed behind him, her grin widening as she looked between the two men.

“Well?” she asked, her voice teasing. “What now?”

Jason didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he circled the delivery guy, his eyes raking over every inch of the man’s body.

“You’ve already had a taste of my gorgeous wife,” Jason said, his voice low and dangerous. “But you’ll do exactly as I say this time.”

The delivery guy nodded, his hands flexing at his sides as if he were ready for whatever came next. Jason turned to Megan, his fingers brushing against her cheek before tangling in her hair.

“Get on your knees again,” he ordered, his voice rough and unyielding.

Megan obeyed without hesitation, sinking to the floor in front of the delivery guy. Her hands rested on his thighs, her lips parting as she looked up at him through her lashes.

Jason stepped behind the delivery guy, his hands gripping the man’s shoulders as he leaned in.

“Fuck her mouth,” Jason growled, his breath hot against the delivery guy’s ear. “And don’t hold back.”

The delivery guy’s hands moved to Megan’s head, his fingers tightening in her hair as he guided her mouth to his cock. Megan moaned softly, her lips wrapping around his thick, veiny manhood, her tongue swirling as she took him deeper. Jason watched, his own arousal growing as he saw the way the delivery guy’s muscles tensed, the way his wife’s body responded to every movement. But Jason wasn’t done. He moved to kneel behind Megan, his hands gripping her hips as he pulled her toward him.

“Don’t stop,” he told the guy, his voice rough with need.

The delivery guy nodded, his movements becoming rougher, more demanding. Megan whimpered around him, her body trembling as Jason positioned himself at her swollen entrance. He rubbed her soaked pussy with his fingers, and suddenly, with one hard thrust, he buried himself inside her, his groan mingling with her muffled cry. The two men moved in unison, their rhythm relentless, their desire electric.

Megan’s body was caught between them, her senses overwhelmed by the intensity of their movements. The delivery guy’s cock filled her mouth, his grip on her hair keeping her in place as Jason’s thrusts grew harder and faster. She could feel the heat building inside her, the pressure almost unbearable as the two men pushed her closer and closer to the edge.

Jason’s hands gripped her hips tighter, his breath coming in short, harsh gasps.

“Almost there,” he growled, his voice strained.

The delivery guy’s pace quickened, his cock throbbing in her mouth as he neared his own climax. He pulled her head back slightly, his eyes locking with hers.

“Open wide,” he commanded, his voice rough with need. Megan obeyed, her mouth slack as he thrust into her one final time, his release spilling onto her tongue. She swallowed, her body trembling as Jason’s thrusts became erratic, his own climax hitting him hard. He let out a guttural groan as he spilled himself inside her, his body shuddering with the force of it.

For a moment, the room was silent except for the sound of their labored breathing. Then Jason pulled away, his hands releasing Megan as she slumped to the floor, her body exhausted and trembling. He turned to the delivery guy, his expression hard.

“Get out, you motherfucker!” he yelled, his voice cold and final.

The delivery guy didn’t argue. He grabbed his T-shirt from the floor and pulled it on, his movements quick and efficient. He glanced at Megan once more, a smirk playing on his lips, before he turned and left, the door slamming shut behind him.

Jason stood over Megan, his chest still rising and falling with the aftershocks of their encounter.

“Now, you know who you belong to.”

Jason's eyes narrowed as he gazed down at her, his voice low and commanding. Megan grinned as she lay on the floor, panting, her pussy leaking her husband’s hot cum and the delivery guy's cum dribbling from the corner of her lips.