Chapter 1: The Closet Confession
I never thought I’d be the kind of man who gets off on watching his wife with another guy, but here I am, crouched in the shadows of our walk-in closet, heart pounding like a drum in my chest. The slatted door gives me a perfect view of our king-sized bed, where Felicia, my fierce, untamable wife, is about to put on a show I can’t resist. She doesn’t know I’m here—not yet. But damn, the thought of her finding out only makes my pulse race faster.
Felicia’s standing by the bed, her curves wrapped in a sheer black negligee that leaves nothing to the imagination. Her dark hair cascades over her shoulders, and her eyes glint with a wicked challenge as she smirks at the man who just walked in. His name’s Marcus, a hulking beast of a guy with a reputation for wrecking women in the best way possible. I’ve heard the rumors, and now I’m about to see if they’re true.
‘So, Marcus,’ Felicia purrs, her voice dripping with confidence as she steps closer to him, her hips swaying like a predator stalking prey. ‘You think you can handle a woman who knows exactly what she wants?’
He grins, all cocky swagger, peeling off his shirt to reveal a chest that looks carved from stone. ‘Baby, I don’t just handle. I dominate. But I’m guessing you’re not the type to roll over easy.’
‘Oh, honey,’ she laughs, sharp and biting, running a manicured nail down his chest. ‘I don’t roll over for anyone. You’re gonna have to work for every inch of me.’
My breath catches in my throat as I watch her take control, pushing him back onto the bed with a force that makes my own cock twitch in my jeans. I’m already hard, the ache building as she straddles his lap, her ass grinding against him with deliberate intent. She’s a goddess, a fucking queen, and I’m just a peeping pervert getting off on her power.
‘Damn, woman,’ Marcus growls, his hands gripping her hips as she teases him through his pants. ‘You’re gonna make me lose it before we even start.’
‘Good,’ she snaps back, her voice a whip crack of authority. ‘I like my men on edge. Makes it sweeter when I finally let you have me.’
She leans down, her lips brushing his ear as she whispers something I can’t hear, but the way his eyes darken tells me it’s filthy. My hand slips down to my zipper, unable to resist the heat pooling in my groin. I’m sweating now, my breath shallow, as I watch her peel off that negligee, her tits bouncing free, full and perfect. Marcus groans, and I can’t blame him. I’m right there with him, horny as hell, my mind screaming for more.
Felicia’s not just playing a game—she’s rewriting the rules. She shoves his pants down, revealing a cock so massive I can’t help but stare, and she doesn’t flinch. Instead, she smirks, wrapping her hand around it like she owns it. ‘Not bad,’ she taunts, stroking him slow and deliberate. ‘Let’s see if you know how to use it.’
I’m panting now, my own hand moving in time with hers, the heat of the closet suffocating as I watch her lower herself onto him. Her pussy must be dripping wet—I can see the glint of it from here—and the thought of her so ready, so eager, nearly pushes me over the edge. She lets out a low, guttural moan as she takes him in, inch by inch, her body rocking with a rhythm that’s pure, unadulterated power.
‘Fuck, Felicia,’ Marcus grunts, his hands digging into her thighs. ‘You’re gonna kill me.’
‘Not yet,’ she shoots back, her voice a sultry challenge as she rides him harder, her tits bouncing with every thrust. ‘I’m just getting started.’
I’m on the brink, my cock throbbing in my hand, as I watch her take what she wants, no apologies, no hesitation. The tension is unbearable, the air thick with the scent of sex and sweat, and I know I’m seconds away from losing it. But I hold on, waiting for that explosive moment when she pushes him—and me—right over the edge.
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