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The marquee outside the seedy motel flickered in the dusk, its neon lettering partially obscured by smudged windows and a layer of grime. Inside, the muffled moans of naked bodies entwined drifted through the thin walls, a sordid symphony echoing through the dimly lit hallway.

In room 127, the curtains fluttered, stirred by a fan humming in the corner. On the bed, Sarah lay splayed, her blonde hair splayed across the pillow in a tousled halo. Her legs were wrapped around the waist of her lover, Mark, his sinewy muscles flexing as he drove into her spasming pussy.

Sarah gasped, her nails raking down Mark’s back, leaving angry red welts in their wake. “Fuck me,” she hissed, “harder! Deeper!”

Mark grinned, his teeth flashing in the dim light. “You want it harder, slut? You got it.”

Sarah threw her head back as he obliged, his hips slamming into her with punishing force. She could feel every ridge and vein of his cock as it plowed into her wetness, stretching her, filling her completely.

“I always knew you’d be a great fuck,” Mark growled, his breath hot against her ear. “But this? I never imagined your greedy cunt would milk my cock like this.”

Sarah bucked beneath him, desperate for more. More friction, more pressure, more of his thick, throbbing manhood. “You’re going to make me cum,” she panted, her thighs quivering.

He smiled down at her wolfishly. “I know, baby. I can feel you squeezing me. Almost like I’m not the only one who’s been keeping secrets…”

Sarah flushed, a guilty look crossing her face. Mark just laughed, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. I’ve got just the thing to ease your guilt.”

He rolled over, pulling her on top of him. “Ride me,” he commanded, his hands gripping her hips. “And don’t hold back.”

Sarah didn’t need to be told twice. She sank down onto his shaft, moaning as he penetrated her to the hilt. She began to move, undulating her hips in a filthy dance. The wet sounds of their coupling filled the room, each thrust accompanied by a delicious squelch.

The pleasure consumed her, blotting out everything else. There was only Mark, his cock, and the ecstasy they could create together. Angling her hips, she took him even deeper, grinding against his pelvis as she chased her rapidly building climax.

“You like that, you filthy slut?” Mark taunted, his fingers digging into her ass. “You like being full of another man’s cock?”

“Fuck yes!” Sarah cried out, too far gone to care about his words. “More! Harder!”

He obliged, pistoning his hips beneath her, fucking up into her hot, clenching flesh with abandon. The rapture built inside her, threatening to burst forth like a wildfire.

“I’m gonna cum!” Sarah nearly screamed, her eyes rolling back. “Fuck, Mark! Don’t stop!”

He didn’t. If anything, he increased his pace, slamming up into her harder and faster until she was reduced to a babbling, writhing mess on top of him. With a hoarse shout, she came, spasm after spasm wracking her curvy body as her orgasm ripped through her.

Mark flipped them over, never losing his rhythm. He pistoned into her then, his cock hitting her deepest points as her pussy clutched at him greedily. Determined, he plunged into her, chasing his own release.

Sarah came again, a full body climax that left her shaking and boneless. A moment later, Mark followed, emptying his heavy load deep inside her pliant body with a strangled groan.

They both collapsed onto the bed, sweat-slicked and sated. Sarah’s eyes fluttered closed, a satisfied smile curving her lips. She’d needed that. Needed something – someone – to remind her that she was still desirable.

Because at home, her husband barely looked at her. He was too absorbed in his work, too consumed by his incessant meetings and calls. She was just another wife, another body in his bed.

But this? Being wanted, being worshipped, being utterly destroyed by pleasure when she needed it most? This was everything she craved, everything she secretly thought about when her husband was buried in his spreadsheets late into the night.

She rolled over then, pressing her ass back against Mark’s still-hard cock. “We’re not done,” she murmured, undulating her hips in blatant invitation.

Mark just grinned and complied. After all, it wasn’t every day he had a frustrated, desperate housewife who wanted to be fucked into oblivion. If he was lucky, his own wife would come home and find them just like this – her best friend’s husband’s cock buried deep inside what was supposed to be a faithful marriage bed.

And if he played his cards right? She might not mind. Might even want in on the fun. Mark chuckled against Sarah’s shoulder, picturing the shocked surprise on his wife’s face as the scene unfolded before her eager eyes.

After all, what was a little cuckold husband between friends?