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Vanessa stepped through the door, her gym bag slung over one shoulder, still flushed from her workout—or whatever else she'd been up to that afternoon. Her tight leggings hugged her curves, the fabric clinging to her thighs and ass like a second skin. She kicked off her sneakers and padded into the living room, her eyes locking onto Alan immediately. He sat on the couch, pants around his ankles, his cock still semi-hard and glistening from his recent release, the laptop screen paused on her dripping, cum-filled pussy.

A slow, wicked smile spread across her lips as she took in the scene. 'Whatcha got there, huh?' she purred, dropping her bag and sauntering over. Her tank top was damp with sweat, her pert nipples poking through the thin material. She didn't wait for an answer; instead, she straddled his lap, grinding her clothed pussy against his thigh. 'Have you…” she nibbled his ear, “been watching…” she grabbed his spent cock in her hand and pouted as she found it only semi-erect, “adult videos? She kissed him, gently at first but with increasing passion and urgency.

Alan's hands gripped her hips, pulling her closer, his breath ragged. 'Fuck, Vanessa... that video. Those guys...' Jealousy twisted in his gut, but it only fueled the fire in his veins, making his dick twitch back to life against her heat.

She leaned in, nipping at his earlobe. 'Mmmm, those guys...' Her fingers tightened around his shaft, stroking firmly as she kissed him deep, tongues tangling with raw hunger. The taste of her—salty from exertion—drove him wild. He yanked her top up, exposing her full breasts, and wrapped his lips around a nipple, sucking eagerly while she moaned quietly into his mouth.

They didn't make it to the bedroom. Alan flipped her onto the couch, peeling off her leggings in one impatient tug. Her pussy was already slick, its dark lips swollen and inviting, a faint sheen of arousal coating her inner thighs. 'You're soaked,' he growled, diving between her legs. His tongue flicked over her clit, then slid down and pushed inside her, lapping at her folds like a man starved. Vanessa arched, fingers twisting in his hair, bucking against his face as he drank he in enthusiastically.

'Yes, Alan—fuck, right there!' After only a moment she came, her thighs clamping around his head as the taste of her juices rolled over his tongue.

He rose up, positioning his now throbbing cock at her entrance, and pushed slowly, burying himself to the hilt in one long stroke. Her walls clenched around him, hot and wet, pulling him in further.

He humped into her, the couch creaking under them, each slap of skin bringing Alan’s mind back to the poolside scene he had just watched. Vanessa wrapped her legs around his waist, nails raking down his back. He was revisited by the same thought that had struck him in the studio as she fucked Greg, and that had been on his mind each time he had rewatched the video of her performance. His wife had changed. This wasn’t the relatively innocent, inexperienced sweetheart he had married. That woman no longer existed. The woman who was working her pussy up and down his cock was the now famous porn star Valeria. And just before fucking her, he had watched another man’s large member fill her with his seed, as two other men waited their turns.

She flipped them over, riding him now, her tits bouncing as she slammed down. Alan's hands roamed her body, pinching her nipples, slapping her ass lightly to watch it jiggle. 'Tell me about it,' he demanded between grunts. 'How did it feel?'

Vanessa's eyes gleamed, her pace quickening. 'How did what feel? His tongue? His cock? Taking two more cocks in my cum-filled pussy?' She ground her clit against his pelvis, chasing her next orgasm.

Her confession pushed him over the edge. Alan thrust up, flooding her pussy with jets of cum, groaning as she ground against him, milking him for every last drop. Vanessa shuddered above him, her own release crashing through her, inner muscles pulsing around his spent cock.

They collapsed together, panting, her head on his chest. But the night

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