Seven days later the intercom buzzed again at 9:17 p.m.
This time Emma answered the door herself, already naked under a short silk robe that barely closed. Marcus stepped inside, closed the door, and looked her over without smiling.
“Take it off.”
She let the robe fall. Marcus walked past her into the living room, sat on the couch, and crooked a finger. Emma went to him on her knees. He opened his jeans and pulled his cock out. She took him into her mouth without being told, sinking down until her lips stretched around the base. David watched from the armchair, already hard, already leaking.
Marcus let her suck him for several long minutes, one hand resting lightly on the back of her head, guiding her deeper when he wanted it. Then he pulled her off with a wet sound and stood.
“Bed.”
They moved to the bedroom. Marcus stripped completely and climbed onto the mattress. Emma crawled up after him. He lay back and guided her to straddle his face. She lowered herself carefully. His tongue pushed into her immediately, thick and deliberate. Emma’s eyes fluttered shut. She began to rock against his mouth, grinding slowly while he licked and sucked and pushed two fingers up into her from below.
David stood at the foot of the bed, stroking himself. Marcus reached out, caught David’s wrist, and pulled him closer until David’s cock was inches from Emma’s face. She opened her eyes, saw what was being offered, and took her husband into her mouth while she rode the other man’s tongue.
The wet sounds filled the room—Emma’s mouth on David, Marcus’s mouth on Emma. She came first, thighs locking around Marcus’s head, a long moan vibrating around David’s cock. Marcus kept licking her through it until she was trembling and oversensitive.
Then he rolled her onto her back, pushed her knees up toward her chest, and drove into her in one hard thrust. Emma cried out. Marcus fucked her deep and steady, the heavy slap of his hips against her ass echoing off the walls. David sat on the edge of the bed and watched his wife’s face while another man used her.
Marcus pulled out suddenly, flipped her onto her hands and knees, and entered her again from behind. This time he went harder. Emma’s arms gave out. She dropped to her elbows, ass high, face pressed into the sheets. Marcus gripped her hips and pounded into her, the wet sound of their bodies almost obscene.
“Look at him,” Marcus ordered.
Emma turned her head. Her eyes found David’s. They were glassy, almost dazed. Marcus reached under her and rubbed her clit roughly while he fucked her. She came again, harder this time, body shaking, a broken sob tearing out of her throat.
Marcus did not stop. He kept thrusting through her orgasm until his own rhythm broke. He buried himself as deep as he could and came with a low, guttural sound, flooding her. When he finally pulled out, cum spilled out of her in a thick trickle and ran down the inside of her thigh.
He looked at David. “Clean her.”
David climbed onto the bed, spread his wife’s cheeks, and licked her open. The taste of Marcus’s cum mixed with Emma’s own slickness coated his tongue. He pushed his tongue inside her and fucked her with it while she whimpered into the sheets. Marcus watched for a while, then dressed slowly and left without another word.
When the door closed, David climbed over Emma, pushed into her still-open body, and fucked her hard and fast. She came one more time around him. He followed seconds later, burying himself deep and adding his own release to what was already inside her.
They lay tangled afterward, breathing hard. Emma’s fingers traced lazy circles on David’s chest.
“He’s coming back Thursday,” she said quietly.
David swallowed. “I know.”