He didn’t expect this. Just another night at home until she turned around and dropped to her knees right there in front of him. No warning, no hesitation—just that hungry look as she takes him deep first. Then the door opens. A stranger walks in fully dressed, muscles flexing like he owns the place. She doesn’t stop swallowing when he steps closer. Doesn’t even flinch when his hands grip her hair and pull her off with a wet pop. The husband’s breath catches—this isn’t some fantasy, this is real. His wife on all fours over the couch armrest while that monster fucks her from behind so hard the cushions shake.
