Marina kicked off her heels as she walked through the front door of her house, a satisfied smile playing at the corners of her lips. She was exhausted after a long day at work, but there was a certain spring in her step that couldn't be dampened. As she made her way into the living room, she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror and did a double-take. There, on her cheek, was a tell-tale sign of her afternoon activities - a smear of cum that she had missed during her hasty clean-up.
Viktor, her husband of five years, was lounging on the couch, engrossed in a football game. He did a double-take of his own when he saw Marina's face, his eyebrows shooting up in surprise. "What the hell happened to you?" he asked, a hint of amusement in his voice.
Marina smirked and walked over to the mirror, checking out her reflection. She ran her finger over the cum on her cheek, then licked it off with a wink in Viktor's direction. "Just a little something I picked up at the office," she said, her voice dripping with innuendo.
Viktor rolled his eyes, but there was no real annoyance behind his expression. "You're such a slut," he said, but there was a teasing note in his voice.
Marina stuck her tongue out at him. "And you're just jealous," she retorted, sauntering over to the couch. She climbed onto Viktor's lap, pressing herself against him.
Viktor's hands started to wander, his fingers tracing patterns on Marina's thighs. "I am not," he murmured, his lips brushing against her neck.
Marina laughed and pushed him away. "Not until you take a shower," she said, making a face. "You smell like the office."
Viktor grumbled, but he knew better than to argue with Marina when she was in this mood. He got up and headed to the bathroom, shedding his clothes as he went. Marina watched him go, her eyes following the curve of his ass.
A few minutes later, Viktor emerged from the bathroom, freshly showered and smelling like soap. Marina stood up and started to undress, watching Viktor out of the corner of her eye. She let her clothes fall to the floor, one by one, until she was standing in front of him in nothing but her lacy bra and panties.
Viktor's eyes raked over her body, taking in every inch of her. "You're still a slut," he said, but there was a grin on his face now.
Marina stuck her tongue out at him again. "And you're still just jealous," she said, pulling off her bra. Her breasts spilled out, her nipples hardening in the cool air.
Viktor growled and pulled Marina close, his hands exploring her body. "Maybe I am," he said, his lips finding hers in a deep kiss. "But I'm a lucky man.".
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