CHAPTER 51: GOOD HUSBAND

The bathroom door clicked shut behind Sophie and Devon, sealing them in a steamy cocoon of heat and forbidden desire. The shower hissed to life, hot water cascading from the wide rainhead, filling the small space with clouds of mist that clung to the tiled walls and fogged the glass door. The air was thick, scented with the faint lavender of Sophie’s body wash, but it did nothing to mask the raw, musky aroma of their earlier debauchery, Devon’s cum still slick on her skin, her pussy still throbbing from his relentless pounding. Sophie stood naked under the spray, her blonde curls plastered to her shoulders, water sluicing over her full breasts, her nipples hard as diamonds, her body a canvas of flushed skin and lingering marks from his hands.

Devon stepped in behind her, his own naked form a study in power with broad shoulders, chiseled abs, and that cock, still half hard, swinging heavily between his thighs. His dark eyes burned with unquenched lust, fixed on her as she turned to face him, water dripping from her lashes, her lips parted in a mix of defiance and surrender. "You’re a fucking monster," she whispered, but her voice trembled with need, her body already leaning toward him, drawn like a moth to flame.

He smirked, closing the distance, his hands gripping her hips as he pulled her against him, their wet skin sliding together. "And you’re a slut who can’t get enough of me," he growled, his lips crashing into hers in a kiss that was all fire tongues clashing, teeth grazing, a desperate, pornographic dance of want. Sophie moaned into his mouth, her hands clawing at his chest, nails raking down to his abs as she pressed her tits against him, nipples scraping his skin, sending jolts of pleasure straight to her core.

Their bodies rubbed together under the steaming water, slick and urgent, her curves molding to his hardness. Devon’s hands roamed, one cupping her ass, squeezing hard enough to bruise, the other sliding up to pinch a nipple, twisting until she gasped into his mouth. Her pussy, still dripping with his cum, ground against his thigh, her clit pulsing with need as she rocked against him, the friction driving her wild. "Fuck, Devon," she panted, breaking the kiss, her lips swollen, her eyes glazed with lust. "You’re gonna ruin me."

"That’s the plan," he rasped, his cock now fully hard, pressing against her stomach, thick and veined, ready to claim her again. He spun her around, pinning her against the tiled wall, the cold ceramic a shock against her heated skin. Water poured over them, slicking their bodies as he spread her legs with his knee, his fingers diving between her thighs to find her pussy soaked, swollen, and begging. He teased her clit with rough strokes, then plunged two fingers inside, curling them against her G-spot until she screamed, her hips bucking wildly.

"God, you’re so fucking wet," he growled, his lips at her ear, biting the lobe as he finger-fucked her, her juices mixing with the water, dripping down his wrist. Sophie’s hands braced against the tiles, her moans echoing, her body arching as she pushed back against his hand, chasing the pleasure she hated to crave. "You love this, don’t you? My fingers in your cunt, my cock waiting to ruin you again."

"Yes fuck, yes!" she cried, her shame drowned by the orgasm building inside her, her pussy clenching around his fingers as he added a third, stretching her wide. She came hard, her knees buckling, juices squirting over his hand, the shower washing it away as she sobbed his name, her body trembling with aftershocks.

Devon didn’t give her a moment to recover. He grabbed her hips, lifting her effortlessly, her legs wrapping around his waist as he pinned her against the wall. His cock found her entrance, and he thrust in deep, one brutal stroke that buried him to the hilt, her pussy gripping him like a vice. "Fuck, so tight," he groaned, pounding into her, the wet slap of skin against skin louder than the shower’s roar. Sophie’s nails dug into his shoulders, her tits bouncing with each thrust, water streaming over them, her moans rising to a fever pitch as he fucked her raw, relentless, his cock hitting every sensitive spot inside her.

"Harder, God, fuck me harder!" she begged, her voice a desperate wail, her legs tightening around him as she met his thrusts, riding him with abandon. She’d never been this wild, and unrestrained but Devon’s cock was a revelation, splitting her open, making her feel alive in ways she’d never imagined. She clawed at his back, drawing blood, her pussy squirting again as another orgasm ripped through her, her screams bouncing off the tiles.

Devon pulled out, spinning her to face him, her back against the wall as he dropped her to her knees. "Suck it," he ordered, fisting his cock, slick with her juices. Sophie didn’t hesitate, her lips wrapping around him, taking him deep, gagging as his head hit the back of her throat. She bobbed eagerly, her tongue swirling, tasting herself on him, her hands stroking his balls, milking him as he groaned above her.

He came in her mouth first, thick ropes of hot cum flooding her tongue, and she swallowed every drop, her eyes locked on his, a mix of submission and defiance. But he wasn’t done. He pulled her up, bending her over the shower’s built in bench, spreading her ass cheeks to expose her dripping pussy and tight asshole. He thrust into her cunt again, fucking her with savage intensity, his fingers teasing her puckered hole, slipping one inside to make her scream. "You’re mine, Sophie, every fucking hole," he growled, switching to her ass, pushing in slowly, stretching her until she was panting, pain and pleasure blurring into ecstasy.

They fucked until the water ran cold, Sophie’s body wracked with orgasms, her pussy and ass filled with his cum, her skin marked with his seed, tits, stomach, thighs, all painted white as he claimed every inch of her. She lost herself completely, her hatred buried under waves of pleasure, Devon’s cock rewriting her soul in a haze of filthy bliss.

Finally spent, they stepped out, toweling off in silence, the bathroom a wreck of steam and scattered droplets. Sophie dressed quickly jeans, a fresh blouse, her body still humming, her cheeks flushed with shame and satisfaction. Devon slipped into his shirt and trousers, his smirk ever-present, as if he hadn’t just fucked her into oblivion.

They returned to the dining room, sinking into their chairs, the table still littered with wine glasses and the remnants of their meal, Mark’s sleeping form unchanged, his snores a soft counterpoint to the tension.

Moments later, Mark stirred, his head lifting groggily, a rough smile breaking across his face as he blinked at them. "God, I’m sorry," he mumbled, rubbing his eyes. "Must’ve been more tired than I thought. Didn’t mean to pass out like that work’s been brutal, and Lily’s been up a lot."

Devon clapped a hand on his shoulder, his grin warm and disarming, as if he hadn’t just fucked Mark’s wife senseless in their own home. "No worries at all, Mark. You’re a great husband, takes a lot to keep up with a woman like Sophie and that adorable kid of yours. Perfectly fine to crash after a long day."

Mark chuckled, oblivious, his smile widening. "Thanks, Dr Devon, I Appreciate that. You’re a good guy for looking out for Sophie at work."

Sophie leaned over, pressing a kiss to Mark’s cheek, her lips still tingling with the taste of Devon’s cum, her body still aching from his cock. "You’re sweet," she murmured, her voice steady despite the storm inside her, her eyes avoiding Devon’s knowing gaze. "Let’s get you to bed, okay?"

As Mark nodded, yawning, Devon stood, his charm seamless. "I should head out. Thanks for the hospitality, both of you." His eyes flicked to Sophie, a private smirk flashing before he turned to the door.