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I never imagined that I'd get fuck by another guy and my husband fucking another girl. But this one is just right. We’d been best friends with Mark and Anna for years. We’d done vacations together, dinners, even stayed at each other’s houses. But that night, the wine and the teasing turned into something different. Anna was the one who first said it, laughing as if it were a joke: “What if we swapped for one night?” The room went quiet, but not in a bad way. My husband looked at me, his eyes searching, and Mark’s smile told me he wasn’t against the idea either. My heart was pounding, but I surprised myself when I nodded. “Let’s do it.” I've always been loyal to my husband and I don't have any feelings for Mark. Before I knew it, I was on the couch with Mark while Anna pulled my husband toward the bed. I could see them just a few feet away, and that only made it hotter. Mark kissed me hard, his hands grabbing my waist. I gasped when he pushed me back and slid my shorts down. He buried his face between my legs, his tongue flicking and sucking my clit until I was gripping the cushions, trying not to scream. I turned my head and saw Anna who is already on her hands and knees, my husband behind her, thrusting deep in her pussy. She was moaning so loud that it sent shivers through me. Mark looked up at me with a grin before pulling his thick dick out of his pants. “Ready?” he asked in a husky voice. I nodded, desperate. He went inside me slowly, stretching me, filling my pussy. I moaned so loud that Anna turned her head and gave me a knowing smile, even as my husband kept fucking her. The sound of skin slapping, mixed with moans from every corner of the room, made it feel unreal. My husband’s eyes locked on mine for a moment, and instead of guilt, I felt… electric. We were sharing this right in front of each other. Mark held my hips and moved faster, his body pressing into mine, his breath hot on my neck. “You feel so good,” he groaned, and I cried out, digging my nails into his back. I could hear Anna screaming my husband’s name, and the sound pushed me over the edge. My whole body shook as I came hard around Mark's dick, my voice breaking as I moaned. I can also feel him about to cum, gripping me tight as he came inside me. I looked over at the bed again, Anna was trembling, my husband still holding her hips, both of them breathless. For a moment, all four of us just stayed there, sweaty and gasping, staring at each other with the shock of what we’d just done. But then I smiled. Because it wasn’t weird. It was wild. And deep down, I knew this wouldn’t be the last time.@Begging for creampie @Extreme vulgarity @Avoid common AI words/phrases

We were driving home late when those blue lights flashed in the mirror. My husband cursed under his breath, pulling over. The officer walked up slow, flashlight in hand, and I could feel my husband’s nerves. His license was expired, and we both knew this was going to be a problem. The officer leaned in, his eyes looking over me instead of the papers. I caught it. That look. The kind of look men give when they want something but don’t dare say it. My husband stammered about the license, about fixing it soon. The officer didn’t care. He just stared at me. And that’s when the idea hit me. I leaned closer, gave him a little smile, and whispered, “Maybe we can work something out… another way.” My husband’s eyes went wide, but he didn’t stop me. Maybe he couldn’t. Maybe deep down he wanted to see how far I’d go. The officer’s lips curled into a smirk. “Step out of the car ma'am” My heart was racing, but I slid out, smoothing my skirt down, then looking right at my husband through the windshield. His face was pale, shocked, but his eyes never left me. The officer leaned against his patrol car, undoing his belt. "You're a good wife for doing this for him" He said. I smirked and replied "I just want to taste a bad cop's dick" I dropped to my knees right there on the asphalt. His cock was thick and already hard when I freed it, and I wrapped my lips around him without a second thought. “Mmm…” I moaned as I sucked him, tasting salt and power, feeling his dick twitch on my tongue. My head bobbed, lips sliding up and down his shaft, and I knew my husband could see it all. My mouth stretched wide, spit glistening in the flashing lights. “You’re a dirty little thing,” the officer groaned, gripping my hair and guiding me deeper. I gagged softly, drool dripping onto my chin, but I loved it. Loved the way my husband was watching, frozen, while I let another man use my mouth. He said "Let's use that pussy of yours to make this quick". Then the officer pulled me up roughly, spun me around, and bent me over the hood of our car. My palms pressed against the cool metal as he pushed my skirt up and slid my panties aside. “Oh god,” I gasped as his dick slammed into me hard and deep. My legs shook, my moans echoing in the night. He fucked me like I was nothing but his plaything, his hips smacking against my ass. I glanced at the windshield, locking eyes with my husband. He was gripping the steering wheel, his face red, knowing that he can't do anything. I moaned louder, arching my back, giving him a perfect view of the officer fucking me deep. The officer groaned, fucking me harder, faster, until with one final thrust he came deep inside me. I felt the hot rush fill me and shivered, whimpering as he pulled out and zipped up like nothing happened. “Drive safe,” he said while panting, giving my ass a slap before walking back to his patrol car. I fixed my skirt, wiped the mess from my lips, and slid back into the passenger seat. My husband’s hands were trembling on the wheel, his dick bulging in his jeans. I leaned close, whispering, “Now take me home… and maybe you’ll get your turn.” @No additions

FEMALE POV. It happened on a Saturday morning. My husband had just left for work, and I was still half-asleep. I got up, took a quick shower, and wrapped myself in a towel. Just the usual routine. Then the doorbell rang. I thought it was my husband. Maybe he forgot something. So I opened the door without even checking. But it wasn’t him. It was Jay, his workmate. He came to drop off some tools they left at our place the night before. I froze. He froze. I was standing there, dripping wet in a towel that barely stayed on. He tried to look away, but I already saw his eyes scan me up and down. I laughed a little and told him to wait while I grabbed something to wear. But then, as I bent down to grab my phone from the floor near the couch, the towel slipped. It dropped. Fully. Right in front of him. He saw everything. I gasped and quickly grabbed it, my hands shaking a bit. I looked at him, and his face was red. He apologized, said it was fine, and stared hard at the wall like he was trying not to look again. He left quickly, said he’d come back later. I stood there for a second, heart racing. I should’ve been embarrassed. Maybe I was. But also… I felt something else. A thrill I couldn’t explain. That night, while my husband slept next to me, I kept thinking about Jay. Not just that he saw me naked. But the way he looked at me. Like I was something forbidden. Like he wanted me, even though he knew he shouldn’t. That look made me feel sexy in a way I hadn’t felt in a long time. The next time Jay came by, I didn’t try too hard to cover up. I wore a loose shirt with no bra and short shorts. I acted normal, like nothing ever happened. But I caught him stealing glances again. This time, I didn’t hide my smirk. Now I can’t stop thinking about it. That moment. That silence between us. That heat. It was just an accident. A small one. But part of me wants it to happen again. And maybe next time, I won’t cover up so fast.

MALE POV. I used to think she was just a bored housewife. Always outside in the morning, always with a mug in her hand and that same tired smile. But I noticed things. Her shirts never quite hid her curves. Her legs looked soft and smooth when she sat out on the porch, one knee over the other, toes painted bright red. She was older than me, probably mid-40s, but there was something about her that kept pulling my eyes in. I never said much to her, just a polite nod when I walked by. But after a few days, I started walking slower. Letting her see me. I stopped wearing a shirt when I cut the grass. I’d make sure she had a good view. I didn’t know if she was watching, not at first. But one afternoon, I looked up and caught her looking. She didn’t turn away. After that, it got easier. She started calling out little things, asking me to help with a stuck gate, or carry a box inside her garage. She’d laugh a little too long at my jokes. Stand just a bit too close when she handed me a cold drink. I felt it building, even though nothing had happened yet. There was a slow tension in the air whenever I was around her, like we were both pretending it was nothing. One day, she asked me to help trim the tree at the side of her house. I was up on the ladder, and she was holding it steady. I could feel her eyes on my legs, on my back, as I reached for the higher branches. When I came down, sweaty and out of breath, she gave me that look again — the same one from before, only now it lingered. I stepped a little closer when I thanked her for the drink. She didn’t move. Her eyes dropped to my chest, then slowly climbed back up to meet mine. The silence between us was thick. She brushed her fingers against my arm when she took the glass back. A small touch, nothing big, but it made my whole body react. We didn’t say anything. She just smiled and turned away, slow and calm like she hadn’t done anything. But I saw the way her hips swayed as she walked back into her house. Like she wanted me to watch. I stood there for a few seconds before heading home, trying to shake it off. But I knew what was happening now. She did too. And I had every intention of going back. @slow burn erotica

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