It was Tatti and her husband's wedding anniversary, and they had plans for a special dinner out. Tatti stood in front of the mirror upstairs, dressed to impress in a sleek, curve-hugging dress that made her feel confident and sexy. She was carefully applying her favorite lipstick when the doorbell rang.

Her husband was still in the shower, so Tatti smoothed her dress and headed downstairs, assuming it was the postman with a late delivery. When she opened the door, though, her stomach dropped. It was him—her husband's bully—standing there with that same smug grin.

"You can't be here," she said sharply, keeping her voice low. "We're going out. It's our anniversary."

He chuckled, his eyes roaming over her slowly, appreciatively, in a way that made her skin crawl. "Hey, b*by. Looking incredible tonight. Me again, yeah."

"I'm serious," Tatti snapped. "Leave. Now."

"Won't be long, don't worry," he replied stepping just inside the threshold before she could close the door. "Just wanted another l*ttle piece of you."

Her heart raced. "Get out. Please."

His expression hardened slightly, though the smirk never left. He leaned in closer. "You know what happens if your husband sees those videos. All the fun we've had. You really want to explain that on your special night?"

Tatti froze. Her mind flashed to the evening ahead—the restaurant, her husband's smile. She swallowed hard. "What do you want?"

Without another word, he reached out and cupped her breast through the thin fabric of her dress, thumb brushing over her n*pple. "Drop to your knees, gorgeous."

"No," she whispered fiercely. "Tonight it's my husband's c*ck I'm sucking. Not yours."

He laughed under his breath and tugged his zipper down, pulling out his thick, already-hard c*ck. He gave it a slow stroke while looking her in the eye. "Look at this. Then think about your l*ttle husband's pathetic d*ck. You know the difference. Now get on your knees."

She hesitated, glancing toward the stairs. The shower was still running. Her pulse thundered in her ears. She couldn't risk everything falling apart tonight. Slowly, she sank to her knees on the hallway floor.

He tapped the heavy head of his c*ck against her cheek, then her lips, smearing a l*ttle gloss. "Good girl." He slid into her mouth, groaning quietly as her warm lips closed around him.

She heard the water shut off upstairs and panic spiked through her. "Keep it down," she hissed around him, pulling back just enough to speak. "He cannot hear this."

He only grinned wider and threaded his fingers into her hair. "Then be a good l*ttle wife and stay quiet." He pushed deeper, straddling her face now, feeding inch after inch into her throat until her nose pressed against his pelvis. He rocked slowly at first, then faster, using her mouth like he owned it, all while chuckling softly at how perfectly she took him.

After a minute he pulled out, strings of saliva connecting her lips to his glistening shaft. "One more thing before I let you go play happy couple."

He yanked her dress up over her hips, dragged her panties down to her knees, and bent her forward over the hall table. He lined himself up and thrust in hard, filling her in one deep stroke. Tatti bit her lip to stifle the gasp.

He f*cked her steadily, powerfully, each thrust rocking her forward. Just as the pleasure started cresting toward release, he leaned over her back and murmured hot against her ear, "Careful, b*by. You come too loud and hubby might come running."

Right then, her husband's voice floated down from the top of the stairs. "Tatti? Everything okay down there?"

She clenched around the thick c*ck buried inside her, fighting to keep her voice steady. "Y-yeah, h*ney! Just... just the postman. Be up in a minute!"

The bully laughed silently, picking up speed. He slammed into her harder, chasing his own finish. When he finally cummed he buried himself deep and pulsed, flooding her with thick spurts of c*m. She felt it leak out around him, warm trails sliding down her inner thigh as he pulled out.

Tatti straightened quickly, tugging her dress back into place, wiping her mouth, smoothing her hair. Her legs trembled. She could feel his release still dripping slowly down her leg as she climbed the stairs to meet her husband, who smiled warmly at her from the bedroom doorway—c*mpletely unaware that his bully had just used his wife in their own hallway minutes before their romantic night out.

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