I leaned in close, lips brushing her ear. "Listen… I've got the plan for Mira. I'm going to fuck her tonight. Hard. Deep. Make her come so many times she forgets her own name."
"But I'll pretend the whole time it's you—whispering your name, calling her 'Angela,' acting as if I mistook her in the dark. She'll know I'm lying… but she'll let it happen. She's too far gone to stop it now."
Angela rolled her eyes dramatically, but the corners of her mouth curled into a wicked, approving smirk. "Husband… you are too bad."
She dragged her nails lightly down my chest, right over the zipper of my pants, where my cock was still half-hard from earlier. "But I like it. A lot. Watching her break while she pretends she's innocent? Delicious."
