It wasn't just the two of them in that moment of release. Marcus, watching from the crack in the door, finally was able to cum too!

Albeit, it was only a pitiful, one-second squirt for Marcus, a tiny little splash of sadness compared to Alex who was still cumming and twitching and filling his wife up with buckets of love.

But Marcus didn't care about the size or the duration. He had finished!

He quickly zipped up his pants, hiding his limp little worm away. He turned around and quickly left the place, creeping back down the stairs and into the shop.

He stood behind the counter, breathing hard, wiping the sweat from his brow, and a huge, smug, delusional smile spread across his face.

He had won! His wife had said his name! She loved him! He was the ultimate winner of this battle, and nothing could convince him otherwise!

...

After a full, long minute of trembling and shaking like a leaf in a storm, Alex finally relaxed his heavy, sweaty muscles. He slowly, agonizingly slowly, began to pull his massive, softening cock out from her depths.

It made a loud, disgusting, absolutely wonderful wet popping sound, like a cork coming out of a champagne bottle, as the large head finally cleared her stretched entrance. A moment later, the dam broke completely.

A river of white, thick, warm cum flowed right out of her gaping pussy, trickling down her inner thighs and soaking the sheets even more. It was a mess, a glorious, sticky, white mess that proved exactly who had been there.

He smiled triumphantly, looking down at his masterpiece like a proud artist looking at a finished painting. He admired the way his fluids were painting her skin.

Meanwhile, Lily lay there panting heavily, her chest heaving up and down violently as she tried to catch her breath. Her eyes were still a little crossed from the pleasure.

The entire room was thick with the heavy, musky, pungent smell of sex and sweat and body heat. It smelled like a locker room mixed with a very busy brothel.

He wasn't done with her just yet. He climbed back on top of her one more time, pinning her tired, boneless body down into the mattress. He leaned right down into her face, their noses almost touching, and smiled that same smug, arrogant, winner's smile.

"Don't think you won, Lily," he whispered, his voice raspy and deep.

"Ha! I won, you bastard!" she shot back, breathless but still incredibly feisty. She glared at him, her face flushed red, looking like an angry, sexy tomato.

He leaned down and captured her lips in a sudden move. Surprisingly, she didn't fight him. She didn't bite him. She kissed him back! It was a hot, wet, confusing kiss that tasted like sweat and lust.

"I will come back," he promised against her swollen lips, his voice full of dark promises.

"I will come back here, and I will pound you to absolute oblivion. I will pound you until your brain turns to mush. I will pound you until you forget your own name, until the only thing you can say, the only word your brain knows, is my name."

He moved down and licked a long, wet stripe right up her salty neck, making her shiver uncontrollably.

He looked at her defiant face once again. She looked like a warrior who had just survived a brutal battle, sweaty and messy and beautiful.

"Ngh! You can pound me all you want, you devil spawn!" she cried out, her voice shaking with adrenaline. "But you will not get my lips to utter your name over my husband's! Never! Marcus is the king!"

So he kissed her mouth deeply again, his tongue diving in and intertwining with hers, wrestling with her tongue, exploring her mouth just like he had explored her body. He pulled back just an inch, staring deep into her soul.

"Then so be it!"

He said, his voice low and dangerous and full of certainty.

"Mark this, Lily. You are going to visit heaven very soon. I am going to take you there over and over again until you are begging for mercy. And the only way you can come back to this hell hole, the only ticket back to reality, is by uttering my name. And you better remember it well. It is Alexander Shepheard."

...

After that intense, sweaty, life-changing session, Alex finally took a moment to clean himself up. He wiped the sticky evidence of his victory off his body, probably using Lily's favorite towel or maybe even her own dress, who cares?

He dressed back into his sharp, expensive suit, buttoning it up over his satisfied chest. He was actually feeling really, really good now. The impromptu trip to the shop had indeed proven to be a very good idea for his mental health.

[It is said, Sex does make you relax!]

The System chimed in with its robotic, know-it-all voice inside his head.

[Releasing life deep inside a fertile pussy does make a man satisfied. And if the pussy belongs to another man, the satisfaction is doubled, boss!]

Alex raised a skeptical eyebrow at the voice in his head.

'I don't know where you heard that, System, but the words are indeed proving to be right!'

Indeed, stealing someone else's woman was a truly exhilarating feeling. It was a rush like no other. And to make the pathetic husband watch his poor, defenseless wife getting dicked down by a superior male was another exhilarating experience entirely.

'I am so glad that Marcus is a total cuck,' Alex thought as he adjusted his tie in the mirror.

Even though in all those doujins, pornhwas, and other trashy porn mediums, cheating was always shown as harmless fun to every party involved, that wasn't the case in real life at all. Not even close.

Often times, this specific scenario will lead to a nasty, screaming divorce. In extreme conditions, the raged and betrayed husband will try to exact revenge on either one or both parties by murdering them or doing something even worse with a kitchen knife.

It was usually a literal shit show of emotions and violence. He was just glad this turned out to be good and safe for him.

He let out a long, happy sigh and left the house, climbing down the stairs back to the shop.

[Consider this as a tutorial for cucking, boss!] the System warned him cheerfully. [The next victims won't be this pathetic. You need to prepare better for that.]

'I will be prepared,' Alex thought back with absolute confidence. 'Don't worry about me, System.'

He finally descended the stairs, and entered the shop. He looked over and saw Marcus standing behind the counter. The little man was whistling to himself in a rather merry mood, looking like he had just won the lottery instead of watching his wife get filled up like a cream puff.

'Man, this is an opportunity,' Alex thought, his eyes lighting up. Seeing that stupid, happy, delusional expression on Marcus's face, Alex suddenly got a dubious, evil idea.

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