He pinned her wrists and slammed home. "This what you need? To be fucked till you scream?"
"God yes, make me scream," Diane cried. Joe felt her pussy quivering around him as each savage thrust lifted her higher. "Fuck, gonna cum so hard imagining you and Jason taking turns on me. Using me like the slut I am for you both--" Her climax crashed over her in a wail of bliss, snapping Joe's control. He came with a snarl of "Mine," spilling hot and deep inside her flooding her with pulse after pulse of hot seed.
As harsh breaths slowed, reality crept back into Joe's lust-dazed mind. But Diane curled into his chest with a contented sigh, still joined intimately. "Wow haha, sorry I didn't last long on top. My ex said I sucked at sex. Kinda got in my head." "He was a pendejo then," Joe said firmly staring into Diane's wide eyes, he smirked. She squeezed her pussy around him, sparking an aftershock of bliss, then purred, "Gonna be so hard giving this up after one taste, Papi." Her silky promise made Joe's softened cock twitch inside her, conflicting emotions churning. He knew indulging this forbidden desire again would seal his ultimate downfall--yet with Diane eager to feed his darkest cravings, consequences be damned tonight. There might be no resisting another taste of this sweet poison.
The consequence did come a few days later when Jenny walked through the front door after her shift. Joe turned from his laptop with a weakly expectant smile--his stomach in knots, feeling something was off. One look at her face confirmed it. Jenny slammed the door and hissed, "You betrayed me...with my best friend."
Seeing the agony in her eyes, guilt and sorrow roiled Joe's stomach. "I'm sorry," he rasped. "What I did is unforgivable, but we can get past this. Is it honestly much worse than what you did?"
"Honest?" Jenny spat. "You think I'd trust a word from you now? How can I when you'd stick your dick where you shouldn't! Diane couldn't wait to humiliate me and tell me how good you were!"
Though fury at Diane burned hot, Joe bit back the urge to lash out in kind. But Jenny's next words shredded his restraint. "She is one of my only friends, Joe! Why her? At least you didn't know the patients I sucked off in hospital beds, or any of the men I pleased at work in conferences. How's that for honesty?"
Jenny's startling words, meant to wound him, revealed to Joe just how much of a slut his wife had been, long before he realized. Perhaps their marriage was too broken to mend, no matter the passion once binding them.
Raking shaking fingers through his hair, Joe turned from Jenny, "I don't care about any of that. I still love you, I am sorry." She grabbed his laptop and smashed it on the ground taking spiteful satisfaction in its crunch of keys and glass. At the ruined mess, his own temper boiled over. He seized Jenny's arms and shook her. "How dare you? What the fuck are you playing at?"
Breath sobbing, Jenny went limp under his bruising grip. "Let me go," she whispered, frighteningly without anger now. When Joe did so, horror stole his wrath. They stared at each other with the awful knowledge everything between them was in ruins--betrayed by vengeance instead of fighting to overcome their transgressions. Jenny turned from him as tears spilled over. "I'm going to the room, I don't feel safe."
Numb, Joe stayed standing there. He had always been her safe space, taking care of her and of her every need. She walked away leaving him with a horrible taste in his mouth. It remained to be seen whether time might show them the way back from consequences threatening annihilation of all they once shared.