Pablo struggles with his forbidden desire as he watches Javier, the plumber, seduce his wife, Laura. The sexual tension and submission escalate, leading to a scene of lust and domination that will change everything.
The next morning arrived with golden light filtering through the curtains, painting the bedroom in warm tones that tangled with the rumpled sheets. Pablo woke before Laura, the weight of the previous night still fresh in his mind. The memory of his wife moaning beneath the plumber's body, of his own trembling hands as he masturbated in the bathroom, made him shudder. His cock was already semi-hard beneath his pajamas, throbbing with a mixture of shame and desire. He turned toward her, watching as the soft rhythm of her breathing lifted the sheet over her generous breasts. How much longer could he take this? But the question was rhetorical. He knew the answer. He didn't want to hold out. He wanted more.
He slipped out of bed carefully, without waking her, and headed to the bathroom. While he urinated, his gaze was fixed on the reflection in the mirror: his sunken eyes, his day-old beard, his hands that still smelled of his own cum from the night before. He washed with cold water, but the burning between his legs didn't go away. When he got out, Laura was still asleep, but this time, instead of getting dressed, he stayed there, motionless, watching her. The cold sweat of arousal ran down his back. Today, he thought. Today it will happen again.
When she opened her eyes, she found him sitting on the edge of the bed, his expression undecipherable. Was it anxiety? Lust?
"What are you looking at?" Laura murmured, stretching like a cat, her nightgown riding up just enough to reveal the dark hair between her thighs.
"I was thinking about yesterday," Pablo said, his voice hoarse. His fingers curled on the mattress. "About Javier."
The name hung in the air like a challenge. Laura bolted upright, the sheet falling to reveal her heavy breasts, her nipples already hard. She said nothing, but the blush that crept up her neck spoke volumes. Pablo leaned closer, brushing his lips against her shoulder.
"I know you liked it," he whispered. "And I... I was turned on by seeing you like this."
She swallowed, but didn't deny it. Her eyes shone with a mixture of guilt and anticipation.
"I shouldn't..." she began, but he silenced her with a finger to her lips.
"Just tell me yes," he asked, his breath hot against her skin. "Tell me you'll let me touch you again today."
Laura closed her eyes, as if the decision pained her. But when she opened them, she nodded, so slightly it was almost unnoticeable. Pablo smiled, feeling his cock harden completely. God, what a little whore his wife was.
Javier arrived at noon, as if he knew they were expecting him. Pablo opened the door before he could knock, and there he was: his work shirt tight around his muscular torso, his large, calloused hands, and the mischievous smile he knew all too well. His eyes fell on Laura, who was on the sofa in a tight dress that left little to the imagination. The plumber made no secret of his gaze as he walked past her.
"I need to check the bathroom pipes," Javier announced, but his tone was mocking. He knew, and they knew that he knew, that he wasn't going to touch a single faucet.
"Pablo can join you," Laura said, her voice only slightly trembling. Her husband nodded, but instead of moving, he sat down on the leather chair in front of the television, his legs spread, his crotch already showing the shape of his erection.
"Sure," Javier purred, approaching Laura with the confidence of a man who'd already claimed what he wanted. "But first, how about we watch some TV?"
She didn't protest when he sat down next to her, so close their thighs were touching. Pablo turned on the television, but his eyes never left them. Javier wasted no time: his hand rested on Laura's thigh, his fingers drawing slow circles on the fabric. She held her breath, but didn't move. Pablo adjusted the bulge in his pants, feeling the precum already moistening his underwear.
"Do you like it, darling?" Javier asked, looking at Pablo with a mocking smile as his fingers moved up and up until they touched the hem of the dress. "Your husband loves seeing you like this, doesn't he?"
Laura didn't respond. Her breathing was shallow, her breasts rising and falling rapidly. When Javier's hand found the warmth between her legs, she gasped, but didn't stop him. Pablo bit his lip, his hand sliding toward his zipper.
"God, you're soaked," Javier groaned, rubbing harder. "Did you think of me this morning, little whore?"
"Yes," she moaned, and the sound was like a whiplash on Pablo's cock.
Javier didn't wait any longer. With a sharp movement, he turned her toward him and pushed her against the back of the sofa, his lips crashing against Laura's in a hungry kiss. She responded with a moan, her legs instinctively parting as he settled between them. Pablo already had his cock out, stroking himself with slow movements, his eyes glued to the spectacle.
"Look at her," Javier gasped, breaking the kiss only to speak, his fingers hooking Laura's underwear and dragging it to the side. "Look how she opens for me."
And boy did he. Laura lifted her hips, helping him pull down her panties, revealing her shaved pussy, glistening with arousal. Javier spat into his hand and rubbed his cock over her dress, the wet sound causing Pablo to speed up his masturbation.
"Please," Laura begged, her nails digging into Javier's shoulders. "I need..."
"Don't beg me, bitch," he growled, aligning his cock with her entrance. "You already know what you want."
And then he penetrated her.
Laura's moan was long and ragged, her hips bucking to receive every inch of him. Pablo gasped, his hand still on his cock as he watched Javier sink into his wife up to his balls, the dress wrinkled around her waist. My God. My God.
"Fuck, you're so tight," Javier gasped, beginning to move with deep, measured thrusts. "Like you've never been properly fucked before."
"Pablo…" she moaned, but her husband could only groan in response, his own cock throbbing in his fist.
"What, baby?" Javier mocked, continuing to pump. "Do you want your husband to see you cum on my cock?"
"Yes!" Laura shouted, and Pablo almost fell right there.
Javier kissed her then, a dirty, deep kiss, their tongues tangling as his hips slammed against hers. Each thrust made Laura's breasts bounce, her moans becoming higher-pitched. Pablo masturbated desperately, semen already dripping from his glans, but he didn't dare cum. Not yet.
"I'm going to fill your womb, whore," Javier growled, changing the angle to drive himself deeper. "I want you to feel every drop of my cum inside you."
"Give it to me!" Laura begged, her legs shaking. "Please, give it all to me!"
Pablo couldn't hold it in any longer. With a grunt, his cum spurted out in thick jets onto his own hand, his hips jerking as he watched Javier slam himself into his wife one last time, his back muscles tensing as he came inside her. Laura screamed, her nails digging furrows into Javier's skin, her orgasm shaking her violently.
When the plumber pulled away, his cock glistened with both of their fluids, and a drop of semen trickled between Laura's thighs. Javier leisurely wiped himself off with her dress before looking at them both with a triumphant smile.
"This isn't over," he announced, adjusting his pants. "Next time, I want you to suck my balls like the bitch you are, Laura. And you," he pointed at Pablo, "are going to record everything. Because this..." he gestured between the three of them, "isn't just sex anymore. This is family."
And with that, he left, leaving Pablo and Laura in silence, the air heavy with the smell of sex and the certainty that nothing would ever be the same again.