Ryan’s pov
The living room felt charged, as if the air itself had weight. Wind and rain struck the windows but the tension on the couch overshadowed the storm. My pulse thudded in my neck.
I am Ryan Rivera, thirty six, married twelve years besides I had just seen my wife Alexa take Marcus's rigid p***s into her mouth beside me. Marcus now stood over us, his c**k still erect And wet, a faint sheen on the skin.
Marcus fixed his dark gaze on me then on Alexa - a slow grin showed white teeth. “My turn to take control” His voice sounded low and coarse. “You two have been so good for me. Now let’s see how well you can handle what comes next”
He closed both hands around Alexa's hips but also drew her upright - with a single tug he removed her cotton shorts and underwear - the garments dropp
