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I could feel Ethan's eyes on me as I sashayed across the room, my hips swaying provocatively. The air was thick with tension and anticipation, a heady mix of excitement and nervous energy. Marcus sat casually on our couch, his muscular frame relaxed yet commanding. His eyes followed me, dark and hungry, as I approached him with a predatory smile.

"Do you like what you see?" I purred, leaning in close enough that he could feel the heat of my breath against his ear.

He chuckled, a low, rumbling sound that sent shivers down my spine. "Oh, I like it," he murmured, his hand sliding up my thigh, fingers brushing against the lace of my panties. "But I think your husband likes it even more."

I glanced over at Ethan, who stood awkwardly by the door, his face a mask of conflicted emotions. He looked almost out of place, dressed in a frilly pink nightgown that clung to his slender frame. The sight of him like this, so vulnerable and visible, turned me on more than I cared to admit.

"Ethan," I called, my voice dripping with mock sweetness. "Why don't you come over here and join us?"

He hesitated, his eyes darting between Marcus and me. I could see the struggle within him, the desire to be close to me warring with the humiliation of his current state. But he obeyed, stepping forward with a stiffness that betrayed his discomfort.

As he reached us, Marcus's hand shot out, grabbing Ethan by the wrist and pulling him closer. "On your knees," he ordered, his tone leaving no room for argument. Ethan complied immediately, sinking to the floor with a look of resignation.

Marcus shifted his attention back to me, his fingers deftly undoing the buttons of my blouse. "You know," he said, his voice low and intimate, "I've been thinking about this all day. About how it would feel to have you, right here, right now."

I arched into his touch, my nipples hardening beneath the fabric of my bra. "And what about Ethan?" I asked, glancing down at my husband, who knelt obediently at our feet. "What do you want to do with him?"

Marcus smirked, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "I think he needs a little reminder of his place," he said, reaching down to cup Ethan's chin, forcing him to look up. "Isn't that right, princess?"

Ethan's cheeks flushed crimson, but he nodded meekly. "Yes, sir," he whispered, his voice barely audible.

"Good boy," Marcus praised, releasing his hold and turning back to me. "Now, where were we?"

Before I could answer, he had my blouse open, revealing the lacy black bra that barely contained my breasts. His hands roamed over my skin, sending waves of pleasure through me. I could feel Ethan's eyes on us, watching intently as Marcus explored my body with possessive fervor.

"Such beautiful tits," Marcus murmured, his thumbs grazing over my nipples, making them pebble instantly. "I bet your husband loves them too, doesn't he?"

I bit my lip, nodding. "He does," I admitted, my voice husky with arousal. "But right now, they're yours."

Marcus grinned, clearly pleased with my response. "That's right," he said, lowering his head to take one of my nipples into his mouth. His tongue flicked over the sensitive nub, sending jolts of electricity straight to my core. I moaned softly, my hands coming up to tangle in his hair.

Meanwhile, Ethan remained kneeling, his eyes fixed on the scene before him. I could see the conflict in his expression, the way his hands clenched and unclenched at his sides. Part of him wanted to look away, to escape the intense humiliation of the situation, but another part of him was utterly transfixed.

"Ethan," I said, breaking the silence, "why don't you help Marcus out? Take off my skirt."

He blinked, clearly startled by the request. But after a moment's hesitation, he reached out, his trembling fingers fumbling with the zipper of my skirt. Slowly, he pulled it down, revealing the matching black lace thong that hugged my curves.

Marcus's eyes darkened with lust as he took in the sight. "Fuck, Lila," he growled, his hands moving to grip my hips. "You are one hot piece of ass."

I smiled, feeling a surge of power at his words. "Thank you," I purred, shifting my weight to give Ethan better access. "Now, Ethan, why don't you show Marcus how much you appreciate his compliment?"

Ethan's eyes widened, but he didn't protest. Instead, he leaned forward, pressing his lips to the inside of my thigh. His touch was hesitant at first, but as I encouraged him with soft murmurs, he grew bolder, his kisses becoming more insistent.

Marcus watched with interest, his hands still resting on my hips. "That's it," he said, his voice laced with approval. "Show her how much you love her."

Ethan continued his ministrations, his lips trailing higher until they reached the edge of my thong. With a quick glance at me for permission, he slipped the fabric aside, exposing my wet, throbbing pussy.

"Go on," I urged, my voice breathless with anticipation. "Make me feel good."

Ethan hesitated for only a second before his tongue darted out, tasting me for the first time. The sensation was electric, sending waves of pleasure crashing through me. I gasped, my hands tightening in Marcus's hair as he continued to suckle my nipple.

Marcus's free hand moved lower, slipping beneath the waistband of his own pants to stroke his hard cock. "Damn, Lila," he muttered, his voice strained with arousal. "You really know how to turn a man on."

I couldn't respond, too lost in the sensations Ethan's tongue was creating. His movements were slow and deliberate, each flick of his tongue sending sparks of pleasure through me. I could feel myself getting closer to the edge, my breath coming in short, ragged gasps.

"Faster," I demanded, my voice sharp with need. "I need more."

Ethan obeyed, increasing the speed of his tongue's movements. His fingers joined in, gently massaging my clit as he worked me towards climax. I could feel the pressure building, a tidal wave of pleasure threatening to overwhelm me.

Just as I was on the brink, Marcus pulled away from my breast, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "Not yet," he said, his voice firm. "I want to see you come when I'm inside you."

With that, he stood, quickly stripping off his shirt and pants. His cock sprang free, hard and throbbing with need. I could feel Ethan's eyes widen as he took in the sight, his own cock twitching beneath the confines of his nightgown.

Marcus positioned himself between my legs, his cock nudging against my entrance. "Ready?" he asked, his voice low and commanding.

I nodded, my body trembling with anticipation. "Please," I begged, my voice hoarse with desire. "I need you inside me."

With a growl of satisfaction, Marcus thrust forward, filling me completely. The sensation was overwhelming, a perfect blend of pain and pleasure that sent me spiraling towards the edge once more. I cried out, my nails digging into his shoulders as he began to move, his thrusts deep and powerful.

Ethan watched, his eyes wide with a mixture of awe and jealousy. I could see the conflict in his expression, the way he struggled to reconcile his own desires with the humiliation of the situation. But there was no denying the effect it had on him, the way his cock strained against the fabric of his nightgown, begging for release.

Marcus seemed to sense Ethan's turmoil, his gaze flickering down to my husband. "Look at him," he said, his voice dripping with contempt. "He can't even get hard without being humiliated."

I glanced down at Ethan, my heart aching for him despite the thrill of the moment. "It's okay," I whispered, reaching down to cup his cheek. "Just watch, baby. Watch how good it feels."

Ethan's eyes filled with tears, but he nodded, his gaze returning to the sight of Marcus pounding into me. I could see the way his breath hitched, the way his body trembled with suppressed desire. It was both heartbreaking and exhilarating, knowing that I had this kind of power over him.

Marcus's thrusts grew faster, harder, his rhythm becoming erratic as he neared his own climax. "Come on, Lila," he growled, his voice strained with effort. "Let me hear you scream."

I did, my voice rising to a high-pitched wail as the orgasm ripped through me. My body convulsed, muscles clenching around Marcus's cock as wave after wave of pleasure washed over me. I could feel him shuddering above me, his own release imminent.

"Fuck!" he shouted, his hips jerking as he came, filling me with his hot seed. We stayed locked together for a moment, both of us panting heavily as the aftershocks of our orgasms subsided.

Finally, Marcus pulled out, his cock glistening with our combined fluids. He stepped back, giving Ethan a pointed look. "Your turn," he said, his voice cold and commanding.

Ethan swallowed hard, his eyes darting between Marcus and me. "What... what do you want me to do?" he stammered, his voice shaking with fear and anticipation.

Marcus smirked, his eyes gleaming with amusement. "I think you know," he said, his tone leaving no room for argument. "Get on your knees and clean her up."

Part 2? let me know.