Eli wasn't sure when it changed -- when his home, his marriage, stopped being about just him and Melissa.
When their bond, their laughter, their little world, quietly became something... bigger. Darker.
Better for her.
It started small: Ava crashing on their couch for a weekend.
Ava's playful teasing at dinner.
Melissa giggling and touching her arm too often.
Eli noticed the glances first.
Then the casual touches.
Then, one night, the three of them shared too much wine, and Ava kissed Melissa full on the mouth.
And Melissa kissed her back.
That was the beginning.
And Eli -- somehow -- never said no.
*****
Tonight was different.
Tonight, it felt planned.
Melissa was dressed differently -- simple but devastating. A soft white tank top, no bra, nipples peeking through, and tiny cotton shorts that barely covered anything.
Ava sprawled on the couch like she owned it, wine glass dangling from two fingers, bare legs stretched out.
Eli sat perched awkwardly in an armchair, already feeling the burn of shame low in his stomach.
"Come here, Liss," Ava purred lazily, crooking a finger.
Melissa glanced at Eli, biting her lip -- then obeyed.
She straddled Ava's lap boldly, facing her, giggling when Ava's hands immediately slid up the backs of her thighs.
They kissed -- slow and deep -- right in front of him.
Eli's breath caught.
He knew he should look away.
He couldn't.
Ava's hands wandered higher, cupping Melissa's ass, squeezing it possessively.
Melissa whimpered into her mouth.
Eli shifted uncomfortably in his chair, his cock stirring helplessly.
Ava broke the kiss first, grinning.
"Our little audience is enjoying himself," she said, glancing over Melissa's shoulder at Eli.
Melissa turned her head and smiled -- sweet, open, devastating.
"Is that okay, baby?" she asked softly. "If we...?"
Eli nodded without speaking.
Melissa beamed and kissed Ava again -- more hungrily this time.
Ava's hands slid under Melissa's tank top, pushing it up, revealing her perfect, full breasts.
They were flushed, nipples stiff, practically begging to be touched.
Ava didn't hesitate.
She bent down and sucked one nipple into her mouth, making Melissa gasp and arch her back.
Eli whimpered, his fists clenching.
"God, you're beautiful," Ava murmured between kisses. "So fucking perfect."
Melissa whimpered, grinding against Ava's thigh.
Eli watched, helpless, as Ava worshiped his wife's body -- teasing, sucking, pinching her nipples until Melissa was panting and writhing on her lap.
"You want more, baby?" Ava teased, slipping one hand down the front of Melissa's shorts.
Melissa choked on a gasp and nodded frantically.
Ava laughed softly and pushed her hand deeper, fingers finding Melissa's soaked core.
"Goddamn," she purred. "So wet. Poor thing. You've been neglected, haven't you?"
Melissa whimpered and shook her head -- but her hips bucked against Ava's hand shamelessly.
Ava turned to Eli, smirking.
"You hearing that, pet?" she taunted. "How wet she is for me? How easy?"
Eli flushed, swallowing hard.
Ava fingered Melissa slowly at first, teasing her, making her whimper and gasp and grind.
"Say it," Ava commanded softly. "Say who's making you feel this good."
"You are," Melissa sobbed. "Oh god, Ava, you are--"
Ava smiled lazily and curled her fingers deep inside Melissa, hitting something that made her scream.
Eli flinched.
"Not so hard to make her come, is it, pet?" Ava mocked sweetly.
Melissa sobbed openly now, her thighs trembling, her body jerking helplessly in Ava's lap.
Eli watched, rock hard, helpless, as his wife fell apart for another woman.
Melissa cried out, clinging to Ava's shoulders, her whole body locking up as pleasure tore through her.
Ava fucked her through it mercilessly, her fingers relentless.
Melissa collapsed against her finally, gasping and shaking, completely undone.
Ava cradled her gently for a moment, stroking her hair.
"Good girl," she murmured. "You needed that, didn't you?"
Melissa whimpered and nodded.
Ava caught Eli's eye again and smiled -- slow, wicked.
"And you needed to see it."
Eli nodded silently, throat too tight to speak.
Ava kissed Melissa's temple tenderly, then lifted her head.
"Now," she said, voice low and dangerous, "we show him how a real woman takes care of someone properly."
She rose from the couch, cradling Melissa easily, and carried her toward the bedroom.
"Follow, pet," she called over her shoulder.
Eli stumbled after them, heart pounding, cock aching.
He didn't know exactly what was coming.
But he knew he wouldn't -- couldn't -- say no.
*****
The bedroom smelled like sex before anything even started -- thick and sweet and heady.
Ava dropped Melissa onto the bed like a doll.
Melissa giggled, sprawling out, hair wild, skin flushed.
Eli stood awkwardly by the door, hands trembling slightly.
Ava kicked off her shorts casually and tugged a small black harness out from her overnight bag.
Attached to it -- thick, heavy, glistening -- was a long, intimidating strap-on.
Eli's mouth went dry.
Ava caught his stare immediately.
She grinned wickedly.
"Bigger than you, pet," she teased, tapping the shaft lightly against her palm.
Melissa giggled again, wriggling on the bed.
"You ready, baby?" Ava asked her sweetly.
Melissa nodded eagerly.
Ava turned back to Eli, smirking.
"Watch closely," she said. "Maybe you'll learn something."
She climbed onto the bed, kneeling between Melissa's spread thighs.
Eli's cock throbbed painfully in his pants.
Ava teased the head of the strap-on along Melissa's soaked folds, tapping lightly, making her squirm.
"You want it, don't you?" Ava murmured.
"Please," Melissa whimpered, spreading herself shamelessly.
Ava chuckled and pushed the thick head against her entrance -- slow, relentless pressure -- until it popped inside.
Melissa cried out, arching her back, her full breasts bouncing beautifully.
Ava slid deeper, inch by thick inch, until her hips were flush against Melissa's ass.
