Big Dick Reunion

Chad and Lisa dated for 4 years before their break up. Lisa married a few years later to Bob, a boring small dick rich man that couldn't satisfy her sexually. One day Lisa ran into Chad at the park and they exchanged numbers. Lisa texted back and forth with Chad more often. Bob questioned her but she said it was just an old friend. But Lisa was looking to hook up with Chad just for his big dick; she missed the great sex they had and his thick dick that stuffed her pussy perfectly. She fucks Chad regularly behind Bob's back.

--- Lisa spotted Chad from across the park, his familiar silhouette cutting through the afternoon sunlight. He was jogging, still built like he’d been in college—broad shoulders, thick thighs, the kind of body that turned heads without trying. She hadn’t planned for her stomach to knot the way it did, but there it was: a twist of nerves and something else she refused to name. He slowed as he neared the fountain, blinking sweat from his eyes before recognition hit. “Lisa?” His voice was deeper than she remembered. “Shit. Didn’t expect to see you here.” She offered a tight smile, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “Yeah. Small world.” Her fingers fidgeted with the hem of her sundress. The last time she’d seen him, she’d been screaming his name into a sweaty motel pillow—she pushed the memory away. Chad wiped his forehead with the back of his wrist, glancing at the empty space beside her. “Mind if I…?” She hesitated before shifting over. The bench creaked under his weight, and suddenly he was too close, the heat of him radiating through the thin fabric of her dress. His familiar cologne mixed with the salt of his sweat, and damn if that didn’t undo her a little. “How’ve you been?” he asked, gaze flickering over her face like he was memorizing the changes. “Good. Married now.” The words came out too fast, defensive. Chad nodded slowly, fingers tapping against his knee. “Yeah? Happy?” Lisa looked down at her wedding band, twisting it absently. “It’s… comfortable.” A beat of silence. Then, quieter: “Comfortable.” His mouth quirked, not quite a smirk. Just enough to make her skin prickle. She cleared her throat. “What about you?” “Same as ever.” He stretched his arms behind the bench, biceps straining against his sleeves. The movement brought his forearm inches from her shoulder. “Work, gym, repeat.” Lisa fought the urge to lean into the warmth of him. Old habits. “Sounds simple.” “Too simple.” His knee brushed hers—accidental, probably. She didn’t pull away. Another silence, thicker this time. The air between them hummed with every unspoken thing. Chad finally turned to face her, voice low. “You gonna give me your number, or am I supposed to pretend I don’t want it?” Lisa’s breath caught. She should say no. Should stand up and walk away. Instead, she handed him her phone. His fingers lingered when he took it. “No promises,” she warned, even as her pulse jumped under his touch. Chad grinned, slow and knowing. “Never asked for any.”

Chad puts his name as "asshole ex". explicit and detailed back and forth texting. innocent at first. Lisa opens up about her marriage. Chad validates her and says they broke up on good terms.

Lisa’s phone buzzed in her purse before she even left the park. She fished it out, pulse kicking up again at the notification: **Unknown Number** *(5:23 PM)*: *Guess who.* A smirk tugged at her lips. She typed back: **Lisa** *(5:24 PM)*: *Depends. Who’s asking?* The reply came instantly: **Asshole Ex** *(5:24 PM)*: *Ouch. You deleted my number?* She laughed despite herself, thumbs hovering over the screen. **Lisa** *(5:25 PM)*: *Had to make room for my husband’s.* **Asshole Ex** *(5:25 PM)*: *Married life treating you that bad, huh?* Her fingers froze. Too close. She exhaled and forced a lighter tone. **Lisa** *(5:26 PM)*: *It’s fine. Just… different.* **Asshole Ex** *(5:26 PM)*: *Different like “I’m living my best life”? Or different like “I miss getting railed against a wall”?* Heat flooded her cheeks. **Lisa** *(5:27 PM)*: *You’re still a dick.* **Asshole Ex** *(5:27 PM)*: *And you still bite your lip when you’re lying. So which is it?* The directness knocked the breath out of her. She glanced around like someone might be watching, then typed fast. **Lisa** *(5:28 PM)*: *It’s safe. Predictable. He’s… nice.* **Asshole Ex** *(5:29 PM)*: *Nice.* The single word felt like a judgment. **Lisa** *(5:30 PM)*: *Don’t. You don’t get to act like you care now.* **Asshole Ex** *(5:30 PM)*: *I always cared. We just wanted different things.* She swallowed hard. **Lisa** *(5:31 PM)*: *Yeah. You wanted freedom. I wanted…* **Asshole Ex** *(5:31 PM)*: *More.* **Lisa** *(5:32 PM)*: *And look how that turned out.* A pause. Then: **Asshole Ex** *(5:33 PM)*: *You ever think about it? Us?* Her thighs pressed together under her dress. **Lisa** *(5:34 PM)*: *Not my best habit.* **Asshole Ex** *(5:34 PM)*: *Liar.* Her breath hitched. **Asshole Ex** *(5:35 PM)*: *Tell me one thing you remember. Just one.* The memories surged—his hands pinning her wrists, the headboard slamming into the wall, the way he’d growled *mine* against her throat. **Lisa** *(5:36 PM)*: *The motel off Route 9. You fucked me so hard I couldn’t sit right for days.* **Asshole Ex** *(5:37 PM)*: *Fuck. You kept that little black dress on the whole time.* She bit down on a whimper. **Asshole Ex** *(5:38 PM)*: *Still got it?* **Lisa** *(5:39 PM)*: *Maybe.* **Asshole Ex** *(5:39 PM)*: *Wear it tomorrow. My place. 8 PM.* Her stomach clenched. **Lisa** *(5:40 PM)*: *I can’t.* **Asshole Ex** *(5:40 PM)*: *You will.* The certainty in those two words sent a shudder through her. She stared at the screen, torn between guilt and the wet ache between her legs. **Lisa** *(5:42 PM)*: *This is a mistake.* **Asshole Ex** *(5:42 PM)*: *Then why’s your panties soaked right now?* She dropped her phone like it burned her. He wasn’t wrong.

Lisa vents to Chad that Bob is so passive with her. Then she asks Chad if he has a girlfriend but Chad tells a story about a date he had a week ago. He goes into explicit, hardcore detail. Describing the sex with this sexy young cum slut. Chad brags and boasts about how he made her cum multiple times before blasting her with a fat load all over her face. Lisa asks him curious explicit questions and vulgar, explicit responses come from Chad. Keep this section only about their texts about Chad's story. Fine details.

Lisa's and Chad's texts grew from casual friends to previous partners; discussions that shouldn't be had with a married woman.

Chad teases Lisa, their texts flirty. He then goes into explicit detail about a recent fuck. He got into explicit and specific details. How he made a newlywed bride his big cock cum slut on her honeymoon while her husband golfed. This section should only describe Chad's story opening. Middle and closing will follow after.

**Lisa** *(5:44 PM)*: *Tell me about the date.* **Chad** *(5:45 PM)*: *Which one? The one where I ruined that fresh little newlywed while her husband was out golfing?* Lisa hesitated before responding, her throat suddenly tight. **Lisa** *(5:46 PM)*: *You’re lying.* **Chad** *(5:46 PM)*: *Nah. She was still wearing her honeymoon tan when I pinned her to the hotel balcony. Couldn’t even pretend she didn’t want it—her wedding ring kept tapping the glass every time I thrust.* A slow, slick heat pulsed between Lisa’s thighs. **Chad** *(5:47 PM)*: *She swore she’d never cheated, but her pussy fucking *begged* me to wreck it. Had her bent over screaming into a pillow so the staff wouldn’t hear.* **Lisa** *(5:48 PM)*: *Bullshit.* **Chad** *(5:48 PM)*: *Grabbed her hips so hard she had bruises the next day. Came so deep inside her, she had to shower twice before her husband got back.* Lisa’s sharp inhale fogged her phone screen. **Lisa** *(5:49 PM)*: *Did… did she let you finish in her?* **Chad** *(5:49 PM)*: *Twice. Second time was her idea.* His next message made her stomach clench. **Chad** *(5:50 PM)*: *I have dozens more stories since we broke it off, Lisa*

Explicit and more detail. Lisa sends a nude to Chad and asks for another filthy slut conquering. She explicitly asked if he still gave cum drenching facials. This section is only about the sexting and description of story.

**Lisa** *(5:51 PM)*: *Prove it.* A second later, her phone buzzed—a brazen, full-body nude, still slightly damp from the shower. Her nipples tight, thighs parted just enough to tease. **Chad** *(5:52 PM)*: *Fuck. You still bend for me like that?* **Lisa** *(5:52 PM)*: *Only if you tell me how you wrecked another wife. And don’t skip the dirty parts.* His reply was immediate. **Chad** *(5:53 PM)*: *Last month. Neighborhood BBQ. Her husband was grilling burgers while I had her on her knees in the guest bathroom. Choked her with my cock until mascara ran down her cheeks.* Lisa’s fingers slid under her waistband, breath hitching. **Lisa** *(5:54 PM)*: *Did you paint her face?* **Chad** *(5:54 PM)*: *Drenched it. She licked her lips clean like a fucking kitten. Had to redo her makeup before dessert.* Another photo—Lisa’s hand between her thighs now, glistening. **Lisa** *(5:55 PM)*: *Tell me more.* **Chad** *(5:55 PM)*: *She begged to swallow the second load. I made her say ‘thank you’ with my dick still in her mouth.*

Describe Chad's story in more detail; his big dick and the wife worshipping it; Chad forcing her to squirt on he husband's "mancave" couch. How Chad and her degraded her marriage and husband. Explicit, vulgar, dirty, hardcore details.

**Chad** *(5:56 PM)*: *She barely got my whole dick down her throat before I yanked her up, bent her over her husband’s leather couch—the one he bragged about breaking in for *years*. Spread her ass and fucked her so deep she *squealed*.* **Lisa** *(5:57 PM)*: *God… did she fight it?* **Chad** *(5:57 PM)*: *Fuck no. Grabbed her hair, made her watch in the mirror while her pussy gushed all over his precious “man cave.” Dripped down the cushions while she sobbed my name.* Lisa’s fingers worked faster, knuckles slick. **Chad** *(5:58 PM)*: *Made her lick the cum off his poker table after. Told her to tell him she *spilled her drink* when he asked about the stain.* Lisa moaned as she rubbed her wet pussy to Chad's stories; reminiscing when Lisa was the girl in one of his stories.

Lisa begs Chad to describe his enormous facials on cum sluts. Explicit and dirty, lewd raw details. Describing the cum, smell, sounds, grunts, moans and primal passion.

**Lisa** *(panting, fingers circling her clit)*: *Tell me how you cover them—every fucking drop. Don’t skip a thing.* **Chad** *(voice rough, deliberate)*: *You remember how I do it. Grab their hair, drag their face up just as my cock starts pulsing. They always try to swallow, but I *own* that moment—force their mouth wide open, watch their eyelashes flutter when the first thick rope hits their tongue.* Lisa’s breath hitched. She could *taste* it—salty, bitter, the way it always coated the back of her throat. **Chad** *(growling)*: *Second shot paints their nose, drips down their chin. They *whimper*, but they don’t wipe it. Just sit there, lips glossy, tits heaving, waiting for the next one. Sometimes I slap my dick against their cheek, smear it in while they’re still gasping.* Lisa arched, thighs trembling—Chad’s stories always wrecked her. **Chad** *(dark, satisfied)*: *Last ones land hot on their forehead, their eyelids. Sticky streaks in their hair. And they *stay still*—let it dry crusty on their skin like fucking trophies. That’s how you know they’re ruined.* Lisa came with a sharp cry, imagining the mess, the shame, the *perfect* degradation. Fuck, she missed being his canvas. **Chad** *new text*: *And of course, one or two ropes erupt and sail past the target, splattering their headboard or landing on the wedding photo on their nightstand. They always enjoy me dropping my big dick on their face after I empty my balls too!*

Bob knocks on the bathroom door asking Lisa if she's ok in there. Lisa is startled and puts down the phone. How does she handle Bob?

Lisa’s entire body tensed, her fingers still glistening as she fumbled for the phone. Bob’s voice—husband-familiar, oblivious—cut through the haze of her pleasure like cold water. **Bob** *(knocking again)*: *"Babe? You’ve been in there a while. Everything okay?"* She swallowed hard, quick breaths ragged as she swiped her wet fingers on her thigh and grabbed a towel. *Fuck.* **Lisa** *(voice strained, too high)*: *"Yeah—just, uh—stomach thing. Give me a sec!"* She scrambled to pull her panties back up, the fabric clinging damply to her swollen cunt. The phone screen still glowed with Chad’s last filthy text, her own slick smudged across the glass. **Bob** *(muffled through the door)*: *"Need anything? Pepto or—"* **Lisa** *(sharp, cutting him off)*: *"No! I’m fine. Just… go back to the game."* Silence. Then footsteps retreating. Lisa exhaled shakily, thumb hovering over Chad’s contact. She hesitated—then typed fast, pulse racing: **Lisa**: *"Almost got caught. Tell me how you *make* them lick it off the photo next time."* Her thighs squeezed together. She could still smell sex on her skin.

The texts became more explicit and vulgar. Exchanging R-rated photos first but their language was fucking explicit. This section is just their escalating exchanges before the next section pushes them past the point.

Lisa bit her lip, the command searing through her. She angled her phone down, fingers hooking into her panties as she bent over the sink. The flash illuminated her glistening folds, swollen and flushed from arousal. She hit send before she could second-guess it. **Chad**: *"Fuck. Look at that needy little hole dripping for me. Bet your husband hasn’t seen it *that* soaked in years."* Heat pulsed between her thighs. She typed back with trembling fingers: *"He doesn’t *deserve* to."* Chad’s reply came fast—no photo, just words that coiled tight in her gut: **Chad**: *"Then show me how bad you want what he can’t give you. Make yourself cum *thinking* about me."* Lisa’s breath hitched. She spread her legs wider, fingers circling her clit with rough, impatient strokes. The sink’s edge dug into her hip as she rocked against her own touch, chasing the burn of Chad’s voice in her head. **Lisa**: *"Fuck—* Her thumb smeared wetness across the screen as she abandoned the phone, both hands working now. Two fingers plunged deep while her palm ground against her clit, the pressure just shy of painful. She bit down on her wrist to muffle the ragged moan as her body locked, thighs shaking. The orgasm ripped through her—sharp, unrestrained. Her hips jerked as slick spilled onto the tile, her knees nearly buckling. Panting, she caught herself against the sink, the aftershocks still rippling through her. The phone buzzed again. **Chad**: *"??"* **Chad**: *"You there?"* Lisa wiped her fingers on the towel, throat dry. The rush of endorphins faded into something thicker—guilt, or maybe just exhaustion. She left the texts unanswered. The doorknob turned before she could react. Bob stepped in, nose wrinkling. "Why’s the floor—" His gaze flicked to the damp tile, then to her flushed face. Lisa crossed her arms over her chest. "Slipped with the mouthwash." He stared a beat too long, then shrugged. "Right." The door clicked shut behind him. Her phone buzzed again. She silenced it.

Chad texted Lisa the next day. It was a picture Chad took of some college slut's face; glazed and caked in his thick cum; his big hard dick resting along her filthy face. It's girth and length was half the size of the Co'eds blissful head. Explicit and raw detail.

Lisa’s phone buzzed, the screen lighting up with Chad’s name. She tapped the message, pulse quickening as the image loaded—grainy at first, then sharpening into something obscenely vivid. The girl’s face was a wreck—eyes rolled back, lips parted in a dazed grin, strands of blonde hair stuck to her forehead and cheeks. Thick ropes of cum painted her from chin to eyebrow, glistening under the light. Some of it had pooled in the hollow of her throat, heavy and opaque, while the rest smeared across her slack mouth in streaks. Chad’s cock rested against her temple, swollen and veiny, the ridge of his head still glistening with spit and remnants of his load. Lisa’s thumbs flew across the screen before she could stop herself. **Lisa**: *"Fuck. Look at that mess. Every fucking drop. So thick—like you poured it straight down her throat and let the overflow just coat her. She’s *drowning* in it. And her face—god, that stupid smile. Like she’s high on it. Like she *won* something."* Her breath came faster, heat pooling low in her stomach as she zoomed in. **Lisa**: *"And your cock—fuck, Chad. The way it’s just *resting* there like it owns her. Every vein standing out, that curve near the head… thicker than her fucking wrist. Bet she couldn’t even close her lips around it. Bet she *tried* and just gagged on the first inch."* The three dots bounced. **Chad**: *"Keep going."* She bit her lip, thumb swiping back to the photo. **Lisa**: *"The way it’s *still hard* after unloading that much—christ. Like you could flip her over and pump another load into her right now. And she’d take it. Look at her. *Beg* for it."* The phone buzzed in her hand—Chad’s reply was instant. **Chad**: *"Yeah? What else?"* Lisa’s thighs pressed together, fabric damp against her skin. **Lisa**: *"The weight of it. The way your cock just *crushes* her cheek. Like she’s nothing but a fucking pillow for you to rut against. And that slit—still wet. Still leaking. Bet you could *taste* her on it if you dragged it across her tongue again."* A beat. Then: **Chad**: *"Good girl."* The words sent a jolt straight to her core. She exhaled, shaky, and realized she was gripping the edge of the counter hard enough to whiten her knuckles.

Lisa exhaled fuck as she squirted on the kitchen floor, splattering the tile with her musky sweetness. Bob shouted "what was that lisa?" from the living room. Lisa's sneaky behavior is getting sloppy.

Lisa barely had time to yank her skirt down before the kitchen door swung open. Bob stood there, eyes darting from her flushed face to the slick puddle glistening on the tiles. "The *fuck* was that noise?" "Spilled my water," she lied, pulse hammering in her throat. Her thighs were still trembling, the ghost of her orgasm clinging to her like sweat. Bob’s nostrils flared. "Smells like pussy, not water." Lisa’s phone buzzed on the counter—Chad’s name flashing right as Bob’s gaze dropped to it. His jaw tightened. "Who the hell—" She snatched the phone, shoving it behind her back. "No one. Wrong number." Bob took a step closer, his voice low. "You’re *dripping* on my goddamn floor, Lisa." His hand shot out, grabbing her wrist—the one still sticky from her own mess. "This how you waste time while I’m working?" She yanked free, but not before he caught the scent on her fingers. His grip tightened. "Answer me." Lisa’s phone buzzed again. And again. Relentless. Bob’s free hand reached for it. **Chad**: *"Still thinking about that pic? Bet your cunt’s throbbing. Send me proof."* The screen lit up with another vibration. **Chad**: *"I want to see you rub your clit raw pretending it’s my cock."* Bob’s grip on her wrist went bone-white.

Lisa claims it’s just online and harmless! She isn’t cheating on him! Bob questions who Chad is and if she met him before… emotions are high!

Lisa lunged forward, snatching the phone from Bob's reach and shoving it into her pocket. "It's *nothing*, Bob. Just a stupid porn site. I was just... looking at pictures. It's nothing real." Bob's eyes narrowed, his voice a low growl. "Pictures of what? Some fuckboy named Chad? Who *is* he, Lisa? Some asshole you met at the store? A fucking coworker?" Lisa shook her head, her voice rising. "It's just some guy online! He's a *stranger*, Bob. I don't even know his real name. It's not like I'm cheating on you." Bob laughed, a harsh and bitter sound. "Not cheating? You're telling me you get off on some fucking stranger's dick pictures and it's *harmless*? You're dripping wet for some guy you don't even know, Lisa. How is that *not* cheating?" Lisa’s voice grew desperate. "It's just a fantasy, Bob. It's not real. I'm not fucking him. I'm not even talking to him. It's just pictures. It's just... *porn*." Bob's eyes flashed with anger. "Porn? You call this porn? This is some fucking weird fetish shit, Lisa. And you're acting like it's nothing. Like it's *harmless*." Bob took a step back, shaking his head. "You know what? I don't even want to know. I can't even look at you right now. I’m going out. You can clean up your mess on the floor. And think about what the *fuck* you're doing to our marriage." Lisa stood there, frozen, listening to the front door slam shut. Her breath came in ragged gasps, her body still pulsing with the remnants of her orgasm. She looked down at the sticky puddle on the floor, a bitter taste in her mouth. Her phone buzzed again in her pocket, but she didn't dare look at it. Not now. Not with Bob’s words still echoing in her ears. The room spun around her as Chad’s words flashed back to her mind.

Lisa fucked up. She knew she had to apologize and maybe give Bob some sweet loving. She put on her sluttiest outfit and waited for him to return home. Throwing on some big dick porn while she waited; she ignored Chad’s texts. explicit details of the porn she’s watching and how she’s dressed like a whore.

Lisa pawed and writhed on the couch, legs splayed, as monstrous cocks plowed faceless women on the screen, grunting and sweating. Some man named "Titan" had a dick as thick as her arm, stretching a blonde's mouth wide, saliva dripping down her chin. The sloppy wet sounds echoed through the room, mingling with Lisa's ragged breaths. She'd dressed the part, knowing Bob would need more than just words. Black lace thong, garter belts, and nylons she knew he loved to rip. A corset cinched her waist, pushing her tits up and out, cleavage deep and inviting. Red lipstick, smudged already from her nervous biting, completed the whoreish look. She wanted to appease him, to show him she was his, completely. Her fingers trailed up her inner thighs, teasing the edges of her thong. She was already wet, the porn doing its job. She circled her clit, gasping as pleasure jolted through her. She needed this, needed to be ready for him. Needed to show him she was sorry. The door creaked open. Bob stood there, eyes wide as he took in the scene. His gaze roamed over her, lingering on her exposed flesh, her hands between her legs. The porn played on, the wet, filthy sounds filling the silence. "Bob..." she whispered, not stopping her slow, teasing touches. "I'm sorry. I fucked up. I know that." His eyes darkened, but he didn't move. She could see the bulge in his pants, growing with each passing second. She bit her lip, arching her back slightly, giving him a better view. "You're a fucking mess, Lisa," he growled, finally stepping inside, kicking the door shut behind him. "A dirty, filthy mess." She smiled, slow and sultry. "I know," she purred, sliding a finger inside her thong, moaning softly at the intrusion. "But I'm *your* mess, Bob. *Yours*."

Bob has a lackluster performance at best. Barely getting hard and cumming fast. Lisa can’t tell if that was even sex. She’s frustrated.

Bob's breath hitched as he took in the sight of Lisa sprawled on the couch, her fingers working in slow, deliberate circles. He should be enraged, but his body betrayed him, stirring at the sight of her like this. He unbuttoned his pants, pushing them down along with his boxers, his cock half-hard and pitiful. Lisa's eyes flicked to it, a flicker of disappointment crossing her face before she hid it with a sultry smile. "Come here," she whispered, patting the couch beside her. He complied, sitting down, his cock finally stirring more as she reached out, wrapping her fingers around him. She stroked him gently, her touch light and teasing, but he could feel his resolve waning. He was already leaking precum, his body eager despite his mind's protest. His eyes took in every inch of her before he leaned over Lisa, his mouth crashing down on hers, kissing her roughly, demanding her response. She moaned into his mouth, her tongue meeting his in a heated dance. He could taste her, sweet and familiar, and it only served to make him harder. His hands roamed her body, squeezing her tits through the corset, pinching her nipples until she gasped. He moved down, trailing kisses along her neck, her collarbone, before dipping lower to take a nipple into his mouth. He sucked hard, biting gently, and she arched into him, her breath coming in quick pants. He moved lower, pushing her thighs wider, his mouth hovering over her pussy. He could see her glistening, her lips swollen and ready. He blew a hot breath over her, and she shivered, her hips jerking up slightly. He smiled, his tongue darting out to lick her from entrance to clit in one long, slow stroke. Lisa's fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, but he resisted, wanting to draw this out. He loved the taste of her, the way she responded to him. He sucked her clit into his mouth, his tongue flicking over it rapidly, and she bucked against him, moaning loudly. He could feel her getting closer, her body tensing, but he pulled back, moving up to kiss her again. She whimpered in protest, but he ignored it, lining himself up at her entrance. He pushed in slowly, inch by agonizing inch, until he was fully sheathed inside her. She was tight, her walls clenching around him, but he could feel her frustration. He started to move, his thrusts slow and shallow, but he could feel himself losing it already. He was close, too close, and he knew she wasn't nearly there yet. He gritted his teeth, trying to hold back, but it was no use. With a final, desperate thrust, he came, his body convulsing as he spilled himself inside her. Lisa's eyes widened in shock, her body still unfulfilled, her breath coming in frustrated pants. He could see the disappointment in her eyes, and it only served to make him feel more like a failure. Bob pulled out of her. He looked up and saw her staring at the ceiling, her chest heaving. Her lips were parted, sweat beading on her forehead, and her eyes were glazed over with unspent lust. He could see the tension in her body, the way her fists were clenched at her sides. He knew she was frustrated, and he knew he had failed her.

Lisa saw the great man Bob was, but he couldn’t fuck worth a damn. He fulfilled all her needs but this one. She decided right then she had to go outside her marriage to get this need fulfilled.

Lisa exhaled sharply through her nose, still throbbing between her thighs, Bob’s cum already cooling on her stomach. She sat up, swung her legs off the couch, and snatched her robe from the armrest without looking at him. The silk whispered against her skin as she tied it closed, fingers steady despite the frustration coiled inside her. "You should go shower," she said, voice flat. Bob opened his mouth—apology, excuse, she didn’t care—but she turned away before he could speak. The bedroom door clicked shut behind her. Alone, she peeled off the damp thong, tossing it in the hamper with more force than necessary. The mirror showed flushed skin, smudged makeup, a woman wound tight. She dragged a hand through her hair, nails scraping her scalp. Bob was a good husband. Provider. Kind. *Pathetic* in bed. Her phone sat heavy in her palm. She thumbed open Chad’s contact—his last text still burned in her memory from weeks ago, a filthy promise she hadn’t acted on. Not yet. *Wait till you hear about the night I just had.* She sent it, lips pressed tight. No response. She scrolled up instead, her breath hitching at the photos he’d sent before—thick, vein-ridged length, the head swollen and glistening in one particularly shameless shot. She remembered the way it had felt last time, stretched full around him, his grip bruising her hips as he’d fucked her raw. Her fingers trailed down her stomach, but she stopped herself. No. She wouldn’t finish this alone. Not when Chad owed her. Not when she *deserved* better. She stared at the screen. Waited.

Phone buzzes. Chad sent her a video. He’s filming himself fucking a thin moaning bleached blonde. He’s giving it to her deep doggy style. A perfect backshots porno with a big white dick and a small girl. Her pussy swallowed his massive cock as Chad groaned in ecstasy. She was moaning so loud as she took the whole thing. A short 15 second clip. Chad responds that he’s busy tonight and he’ll hit up Lisa tomorrow. Describe the video in explicit detail in this section.

Her phone buzzed—a sharp vibration against her palm. The preview flashed first: *Chad sent a video*. Lisa’s pulse spiked as she tapped it. The clip exploded onto the screen: Chad’s thick, flushed cock driving deep into a blonde’s tight pussy from behind. The girl’s spine arched, her ass clenching with every brutal thrust, her high-pitched moans muffled by the bed. Chad’s grip on her hips was ruthless, his balls slapping against her with each snap of his pelvis. The camera caught the glisten of her stretched lips struggling to take his girth, the way her thighs trembled as he bottomed out inside her. *"Fuck, yeah—take it,"* Chad growled, the camera angling lower to show his shaft disappearing into her again, her slick coating his base. The girl whimpered, nails digging into the sheets, voice breaking on a sob as he drilled her harder. Then the text: *Busy tonight. Tomorrow.* Lisa’s throat went dry. Her fingers clenched around the phone, jealousy and need twisting hot in her stomach. She rewound the clip, watching it again. And again. Her thighs pressed together, the ache between them sharpening with every groan Chad ripped from the blonde’s throat. She inhaled shakily, thumb hovering over the keyboard. Then stopped. It wasn’t her turn tonight.

Lisa texts Chad in the morning. They have an explicit “phone sex” exchange with dirty dialogue and explicit photo exchanges. Bob surprises her walking into the living room.

Lisa woke to the buzz of her phone, sunlight barely creeping through the blinds. Chad’s name lit up the screen. She unlocked it with a swipe, heart pounding. *Missed me yet?* She bit her lip, fingers flying over the keys. *You know I did. That video… I watched it more times than I should admit.* His reply was instant. *Bet you touched yourself to it.* Lisa’s breath hitched. She slid a hand under the sheets, fingertips brushing her clit—already swollen from last night’s frustration. *Maybe.* A photo popped up: Chad’s cock, thick and rigid against his abs, a bead of precum glistening at the tip. *Wish this was stretching you open instead.* Her thighs clenched. She snapped a shot of her own—nipples pebbled against the silk of her robe, fingers teasing the edge of the fabric. *It’d fit better than Bob ever could.* Chad’s response was a growl in text form. *Fuck, I wanna hear you say that when I’m balls deep.* Lisa was halfway through typing something filthier when the living room door creaked open. She barely had time to slam her phone down before Bob walked in, tie loose around his neck. "You’re up early," he said, frowning at her flushed cheeks. Lisa forced a smile, thighs still pressed together. *Shit.* "Just… texting an old friend….” If only Bob knew what was in those texts…

--- Bob barely glanced at her phone as he loosened his tie. "Coffee?" he asked, already turning toward the kitchen. Lisa exhaled sharply, the tension in her thighs throbbing. "Yeah. Please." The second his back was turned, she snatched her phone off the nightstand. Chad’s last message burned into her: *Tell me where. Tell me when.* Her pulse hammered. Bob wouldn’t notice a thing—he never did. She could claim a work meeting, a girls’ night, anything. But the risk coiled low in her stomach, hotter than the memory of Chad’s hands on her. Her fingers flew across the screen: *Wednesday. Your place. 3 PM.* She hesitated only a second before adding, *Leave the door unlocked. I want to walk in and find you ready.* The reply came before she could lock her phone. *Fuck yes. I’ll be waiting. Hard.* Lisa bit back a moan. Two days. Two days of pretending not to ache, of lying through every kiss Bob gave her. Two days of imagining Chad’s cock splitting her open—thicker, rougher, *better* than her husband ever could. The coffee maker gurgled in the kitchen. She shoved her phone into her robe pocket, already wet between her legs. She just had to hold out until Wednesday.

Bob, out of nowhere, asked Lisa if there’s something going on between her and this Chad fella. She’s spending a lot of time texting and hiding her phone. Lisa lied through her teeth.

Lisa’s stomach lurched, but she kept her face smooth, fingers tightening around her phone in her pocket. “Chad? Seriously?” She forced a laugh, rolling her eyes. “He’s just an old friend catching up. You’re being paranoid.” Bob studied her, his gaze sharper than usual. “You’ve been glued to that phone all week.” She leaned against the doorway, letting her robe slip just enough to reveal the curve of her breast—a distraction, an offering. “Work’s been crazy. You know how it is.” His jaw twitched, but his eyes flicked downward, lingering. She pressed closer, brushing her lips against his stubbled cheek. “But if you’re that worried…” Her hand slid down his chest, lower— He caught her wrist, not unkindly. “Just… don’t lie to me, okay?” Lisa’s pulse spiked. *Too close.* She pulled back with a teasing pout. “Never.” The moment he turned away, she checked her phone again. Chad’s latest message seared her skin: *Two days. I’m going to ruin you for him.* She swallowed hard, thighs slick with anticipation. The lie tasted bitter, but the craving? That was undeniable.

“Trust me, just an old friend from college. He’s actually coming over Wednesday for lunch when you’re at work. You don’t mind, do you Babe?” Lisa letting Bob know where he could find them. That’s not lying in her mind.

Bob’s grip on the coffee mug tightened, his knuckles whitening. "Lunch, huh?" His voice was low, controlled—too controlled. "Never heard you mention him before." Lisa smoothed her robe, fingers brushing the hidden warmth between her legs. "You know how busy we've been. It’s just a quick catch-up." She tilted her head, letting her hair fall over one shoulder—soft, inviting. "Unless you’d rather I cancel?" His jaw flexed. A beat too long before he said, "No. It’s fine." But the way his eyes darkened told her it wasn’t. She kissed his cheek, lingering just enough to let her lips part—a promise she wouldn’t keep. "Good. I’ll make it up to you later." The second he left for the shower, she yanked her phone out. Her thumbs flew: *He knows you’re coming. Doesn’t know you’ll be fucking me raw on the kitchen table.* Lisa’s breath hitched, her cunt clenching at the thought. Wednesday couldn’t come fast enough.

Bob noticed Lisa bought a tight dress and noticed she waxed her pussy, got her nails done, a blow out before Wednesday. Something seemed off. He confronted her again Wednesday morning before he left for work…

**Wednesday Morning** Bob caught her wrist as she reached for her coffee, his grip just shy of painful. His eyes raked over her—the snug black dress clinging to every curve, the freshly waxed skin he could smell beneath her perfume, the gloss on her lips that wasn’t for him. “New dress?” His voice was gravel, rough with suspicion. Lisa didn’t flinch. “You like it?” She turned slowly, letting the hem ride up her thighs, knowing he’d spot the absence of panties. His nostrils flared. “And the wax?” A smirk curled her mouth. “Just felt like a change.” She leaned in, hot breath grazing his ear. “You should see how smooth I am.” Bob’s fingers dug into her hip. “Who’s meeting you today?” “An old friend.” She dragged her nails down his chest, lower, stopping just above his belt. “Don’t worry, baby. I’m not leaving the house like this!” His jaw clenched. She could *feel* the lie between them, thick and electric. Lisa slipped free, grabbing her purse as the front door shut behind him. She didn’t wait for his car to leave the driveway before typing: *He’s gone. Get here now. And don’t bother knocking.*

Chad sends her a dick pic before he heads out, but Lisa notices it’s not a regular picture of his fat cock. He shaved it clean, making it look gleaming and fresh. It also looked more solid than before. Bulging veins winded up his long shaft. Its head was a deep red, blood from half his body flowed into his cock to be able to fill up that monster. Explicit detail.

Chad’s message buzzed against Lisa’s thigh as she set her purse down. She slid her phone free, thumb swiping the screen—and her breath caught. His cock dominated the frame, thick and gleaming, freshly shaved so the swollen veins stood out like ropes under smooth skin. The head was dark with blood, engorged, a bead of pre-cum already glistening at the slit. It looked *harder* than she remembered—like he’d been edging for hours, all that desperate tension coiled tight in his shaft. Lisa’s fingers twitched against her bare thigh, heat pooling low in her belly. She typed one-handed, her pulse hammering: *Fuck. You’d better be as ready as this looks.* The reply was instant: *Try me. Door’s unlocked.* She didn’t remember crossing the kitchen. The knob turned under her palm, heels clicking on tile—and then Chad was there, his broad frame blocking the light, one hand already palming the obscene bulge in his jeans. “Miss me?” he growled. Lisa dropped to her knees.

“Jesus fucking Christ… get that dick out of those pants. I fucking need it.” She wasted no time wrapping her hungry lips around his bulging head and deeply moaning as her pussy dripped onto the floor with a sticky string. Explicit detail of her blowing Chad in her Living room.

**Her lips stretched around the thick, leaking head, spit already dripping down his shaft before she even took him deep. The second her tongue swirled over his slit, Chad snarled, gripping her hair hard enough to make her whimper—a needy, broken sound that only made him twitch harder against her lips.** *"Suck it, you filthy slut. Show me how much you missed this dick."* She obeyed instantly, bobbing faster, her throat opening with wet, gagging sounds as she forced herself down on him. Every inch burned—his cock was *relentless*, stretching her jaw until tears spilled down her cheeks. Her nose pressed into his pelvis, the musky heat of him overwhelming as she choked on his girth. Chad grunted, hips jerking. *"Fuck, listen to you. Sounds like you’re drowning in it."* A thick strand of saliva and pre-cum snapped when she pulled back, gasping. *"Can’t—fuck—can’t even breathe around it,"* she slurred, before diving back down, her throat convulsing around his length. The *slop* of her spit, the ragged *gulp-hiss-gag* of her struggling to take him—it was filthy, degrading, exactly what he wanted. She could feel her pussy throbbing, juices trickling down her inner thighs, making a sticky mess on the floor. *"Look at you,"* he growled, dragging her head down harder, forcing her to swallow around him. *"Dripping like a whore just from sucking cock. Bet your husband never got you this wet."* She moaned around his shaft, the vibration making him curse. Her fingers clawed at his thighs, nails leaving red marks as he fucked her face in rough, uneven thrusts—each one punching a wet, choked sob from her throat. *"That’s it—take it, bitch. You’re nothing but a fucking cock sleeve now."* Her answering whine was muffled, desperate. The room reeked of sex, sweat, and the thick, musky scent of her submission.

Lisa was getting so turned on as Chad degraded her as being a greedy cheating big dick slut. His vulgar words served to make her more wet and willing to have his cock in any hole he wanted. She groaned and moaned. Vulgar dialogue.

Chad yanked her head back by the hair, her lips swollen and glistening, throat still spasming from the brutal face-fucking. A string of spit connected them as he smirked down at her. *"Fuck, you’re pathetic. Getting off on me calling you a cheating whore while you suck my dick like a starving bitch."* Lisa panted, her chest heaving, fingers already fumbling for the button of her skirt. *"Call me whatever you want—just fucking ruin me."* He grabbed her chin, tilting her face up, his thumb smearing pre-cum across her bottom lip. *"Your husband ever make you beg like this? Bet his tiny dick couldn’t even make you whimper."* She moaned, pressing her thighs together, her soaked panties clinging obscenely. *"No—*no one* fucks me like you do."* Chad’s laugh was dark as he shoved her backward onto the floor, her skirt rucking up around her waist. His fingers hooked into her panties, tearing them aside with a sharp *rip* before dragging two fingers through her dripping slit. *"Fuck, listen to that—sloppy as hell. You really are a cock-hungry slut."* Lisa arched into his touch, gasping as he shoved his fingers deep, curling them just enough to make her thighs tremble. *"Please—*please*, I need your cock—"* *"Where?"* *"Anywhere—my pussy, my mouth—*fuck*, just fill me!"* Chad spat on her clit, grinding the heel of his palm against it as she thrashed. *"Nah. Think I’ll stuff this tight little ass first. See how loud you scream when I split you open."* Her breath hitched—half-terror, half-blinding need—as she scrambled to push her hips up. *"Do it. *Ruin* me."* He smirked, lining up his thick, spit-slick cock against her asshole. *"Damn right I will."*

“Plunge that big dick in my ass as deep as you can go baby.” Chad lost it hearing those words. He switched to a primal animal. Explicit dirty details. Queefs, smells, grunts moans, etc. explicit detail.

Chad’s fingers dug into her hips hard enough to bruise as he shoved forward without warning. The thick head of his cock pried her asshole open with a wet, sticky *pop*, her rim fluttering as it struggled to take him. Lisa’s scream tore through the room—a ragged mix of pain and delirious pleasure—her nails clawing at the floor as he bottomed out in one brutal thrust. *"Fuck, *fuck*—it’s so *deep*—!"* she sobbed, thighs shaking, but Chad didn’t slow. He dragged his cock back just enough to slam in again, the slap of his hips against her ass echoing off the walls. The musky stench of sweat and lube filled the air, her hole squelching obscenely with every punishing drive of his hips. *"Look at you,"* he growled, pistoning into her with ruthless precision. *"Taking this fat cock like a born anal slut."* Lisa’s vision blurred as pressure coiled low in her belly, her body clamping down on him involuntarily. A guttural moan ripped from her throat when his next thrust hammered against her prostate, sparks of pleasure shooting up her spine. *"Oh *god*—I’m gonna—"* Chad grinned, fucking her harder, faster, the lewd slap of skin drowning out her gasps. *"Squirt for me, bitch. Let your cheating cunt *drip* while I own your ass."* Her back arched violently as the first spurt hit—hot, messy, splattering the floor beneath her. The orgasm tore through her like a live wire, her ass clenching rhythmically around his cock as she came untouched. The scent of her arousal thickened the air, mingling with the sweat dripping down Chad’s heaving chest. *"That’s it,"* he snarled, fingers biting into her hips as he kept up the relentless pace. *"Fucking *drown* it."* Lisa’s thighs trembled, her body wracked with aftershocks as another gush of fluid spilled out, soaking her thighs and dripping onto the hardwood. Chad slowed just enough to savor the way her ruined hole clung to him, her breath coming in broken whimpers. *"Bet your husband’s never made you *squirt* from getting ass-fucked,"* he taunted, dragging his cock almost all the way out before plunging back in, deep enough to punch another choked cry from her lips. Lisa could only moan, her body limp and wrecked, her ass still spasming around him as he showed no sign of stopping.

More explicit detail as Chad forced Lisa to squirt more and more. Describe the sounds of the squirt hitting the floor, and their vocals. Dirty and vulgar.

Chad leaned over her, his breath hot against her ear as his cock pistoned into her ass, each brutal thrust forcing another gush from her pussy. *"That’s it—*fucking gush*,"* he snarled, grinding deep as Lisa’s body convulsed. The wet *splat* of her juices hitting the floor filled the room, rhythmic like a filthy metronome—*slap-squelch-splash*—as her thighs trembled uncontrollably. *"Oh *fuck*, I can’t—*can’t stop*—!"* she wailed, her fingers scrabbling for purchase on the slick floor, her vision blurring as another torrent spilled out, the sound obscenely loud—*splurt-splurt-drip!* Chad laughed, low and cruel, dragging his cock out just to slam back in, the force sending another spray from her swollen pussy. *"Fucking *listen* to that slop,"* he growled, hips snapping harder. *"Like a broken faucet. You’re *dripping* for me, aren’t you, cunt?"* Lisa’s scream pitched higher as her body betrayed her again, another violent spurt soaking her thighs, the musky tang of her arousal thick in the air. Chad fucked her through it, his balls slapping wetly against her clit, each impact wringing out another pathetic *squish* from her wrecked hole. *"M-more—*please*!"* she sobbed, her voice raw, her ass clenching greedily around his cock as another gush splattered the floor. Chad’s fingers dug into her hips as he pounded her senseless, the filthy symphony of their bodies—her squirting, his grunts, the slap of flesh—filling the room. *"Gonna fuck you *dry*,"* he promised, his voice rough with lust. *"Till you’re just a *dripping* mess on my cock."* Lisa could only whimper as another flood spilled out, her body nothing but a trembling, overstimulated wreck beneath him.

“What am I gonna tell Bob when he sees the mess we’re making?” Lisa pleaded between screams. Chad growled. Describe the dirty dialogue and tossed inhibitions. Raw and explicitly dirty.

Chad’s hips snapped harder, his cock drilling into her ass with punishing force as he leaned down, lips brushing her ear. *"Tell your husband you *earned* this mess,"* he growled, teeth grazing her neck. *"Tell him his pathetic little wife *begged* for it—begged for my cock to wreck her ass while she squirted like a fucking whore."* Lisa’s next scream dissolved into a broken moan as another gush splattered the floor, the wet *sploosh* echoing obscenely. *"Fuck—*fuck*—he’ll *know*!"* she sobbed, but her hips rocked back greedily, taking him deeper. Chad laughed, gripping her hair and yanking her head back. *"He’ll *smell* it on you,"* he snarled. *"The stink of my sweat, your slutty juices—*my* load when I pump this ass full."* His free hand slapped her asscheek, leaving a red mark as her hole clenched around him. *"Tell him you *liked* it. Tell him you came harder than he’s ever made you."* Lisa’s thighs quivered, her pussy *squelching* out another spurt as Chad hammered her prostate. *"I—I *did*—!"* she wailed, voice cracking. *"*Louder*,"* he demanded, slamming into her with a wet *thwack*. *"Say it so the whole fucking neighborhood hears what a cheating, cock-drunk bitch you are."* Lisa’s back arched as she screamed, *"I CAME HARDER THAN HE’S *EVER* MADE ME—!"* Chad groaned, his thrusts turning jagged, his balls slapping against her slick folds. *"Good girl. Now *take* what you fucking deserve."* The room filled with the sound of her desperate sobs, his ragged grunts, and the filthy *splash* of her ruined pussy still dripping onto the floor.

Neighbors walking their dogs heard them fucking. Chad pulled out abruptly and Lisa dropped to the floor quivering. Growling and grunts. Chad wants her pussy now that her ass is gaped open forever. “I’m gonna make you soak this couch. Leave my conquest for Bob to smell. Lisa moaned. She knew it was wrong but so fucking right and hot.

Chad’s head snapped toward the sound of barking dogs and murmurs outside. With a dark chuckle, he yanked his cock from Lisa’s ass, letting her collapse onto the soaked floor with a whimper. Her gaped hole twitched, still clenching around nothing as her thighs trembled. *"Fuck, look at that wrecked hole,"* he muttered, dragging a thumb over her slick, swollen pussy. *"Still dripping like a broken faucet. Gonna ruin this couch next."* He hauled her up by the hips and tossed her onto the cushions, her legs falling open instantly. Lisa moaned, knowing the neighbors might hear but too far gone to care. *"Please—*just fuck me,"* she begged, her fingers sinking into the cushions as Chad shoved her knees apart. He didn’t tease—just speared into her with one brutal thrust, her pussy gripping him like a vice. *"That’s it, soak me,"* he growled, hips slamming home. *"Let Bob *smell* how wet you get for *real* dick."* Lisa’s scream was muffled by the couch as another flood gushed out around his cock, the fabric beneath her darkening with her arousal. Chad laughed, grinding deep. *"Fucking *perfect*."*

Grunting groaning shouting and moaning. Relentless big dick pounding and orgasms. Describe the hardcore missionary unfolding.

Chad flipped her onto her back, pinning her legs wide with his elbows as he drove into her with piston-like precision. The wet *slap* of skin filled the room, her swollen pussy stretched obscenely around his girth. Lisa’s back arched off the couch, her tits bouncing as her nails carved red trails down his sweat-slicked chest. *"Fuck—*fuck*—you’re splitting me *open*!"* she screamed, thighs shaking as another orgasm wracked her body. Chad’s hips pistoned harder, the couch groaning beneath them, her slick pooling under her ass. Just as Lisa’s pussy clamped down in another spasm, he suddenly yanked his cock free—thick veins pulsing, glistening with her mess. Before she could gasp, he was looming over her, one hand fisting his shaft as the first hot rope erupted across her face. *"Goddamn—*take it!"* he grunted, thick cum splattering her lips, her cheek, her eyelid. The next shot striped her collarbone, the third hitting her chin as she moaned, tongue darting out instinctively. *"Look at that fucking mess,"* he growled, jerking himself roughly, the last thick spurts painting her forehead and the black leather couch behind her. Lisa panted, dazed, her skin sticky and gleaming under the dim light. Outside, the neighbors’ murmurs turned to sharp whispers—someone *definitely* heard the wet slap of his release hitting her—but Chad just smirked, thumb swiping through the cum on her lip before shoving it between her teeth. *"Mine,"* he snarled. The air reeked of sex, sweat, and shame. And the couch? *Ruined.*

The room stunk of sex. Cum and squirt stained the furniture. Bob was confused as he pulled into his driveway with his neighbors surrounding his front porch with curiosity.

Bob’s truck rolled into the driveway, tires crunching gravel as his stomach twisted at the sight of his neighbors clustered near the porch. Their whispers died when they saw him, but their lingering stares spoke volumes. Inside, the living room was a warzone—Lisa sprawled naked on the ruined couch, her body glazed with sweat and cum, legs still splayed shamelessly wide. Chad stood over her, casually tucking himself back into his jeans, his smirk sharp enough to cut glass. The front door creaked open. Bob froze mid-step, the stench of sex hitting him like a punch. His gaze darted from Lisa’s wrecked pussy to the sticky streaks drying on her face—*his* wife, *his* house, *his* life—smeared in another man’s release. Chad didn’t flinch. *"Hey, buddy,"* he drawled, palming Lisa’s ass possessively. *"We *just* finished."* Lisa whimpered, thighs trembling as fresh arousal dripped down her thigh. Bob’s hands clenched into fists. Outside, the neighbors leaned in, hungry for the explosion.

Chad confidently walked out the front door with his clothes in hand. His big cock still semi solid swinging from side to side like a swinging bat.

Chad strode past Bob without a glance, his bare chest still glistening with sweat, jeans slung low on his hips. His thick cock swayed with each step, half-hard and glistening with Lisa’s slick, smearing a thin trail down his thigh as he pushed through the murmuring crowd. One of the neighbor women gasped, her eyes locked on the heavy sway between his legs. He didn’t bother covering up—just smirked as her husband tugged her arm away, face red with fury. Bob stood rigid in the doorway, jaw clenched so tight his teeth ached. Behind him, Lisa moaned softly, fingers sliding between her thighs, still riding the aftershocks. *"You—"* Bob snarled, but Chad just tossed a lazy wave over his shoulder. *"Tell her I’ll be back,"* he called, adjusting himself with a rough grip before climbing into his truck. The engine roared, drowning out the neighbors' scandalized whispers. Lisa arched on the couch, biting her lip as she watched him drive off—her cunt still throbbing, sticky with proof. Bob slammed the door so hard the windows rattled.

--- The slam of the door sent a shudder through the walls. Lisa flinched but didn’t move, her fingers still circling her swollen clit, slick with Chad’s mess. Bob’s shadow loomed over her, fists trembling at his sides. "You fucking *whore*," he gritted out. She exhaled, body still humming, his rage doing nothing to smother the heat coiling low in her belly. "You saw him," she murmured, spreading her legs wider. "You saw what he did to me." Bob’s nostrils flared. The scent of sex was suffocating—Chad’s musk, her arousal, the thick smear of cum drying between her thighs. His gaze flicked to the wet shine on her stomach where she’d rubbed it in. "You *wanted* them to see," he said, voice raw. Lisa dragged a fingertip through the mess, lifting it to her lips. "And now *you* see." The neighbors’ muffled voices crept through the walls, their shock, their lust. Bob grabbed her ankle, yanking her to the edge of the couch. Lisa gasped—then grinned.