She wasn’t supposed to walk in. But there they were—husband’s cock buried deep inside a younger woman’s pussy on the couch, legs spread wide. Blonde hair fanned out over his chest as she rode him slow at first, then faster when he grabbed her hips. The room smelled like sweat and something forbidden. She didn’t stop them. Just stood there, fingers tracing her own lips before sinking down beside them both—her hand wrapping around his shaft next to hers. No words needed after that.
