What if?

Lily got married right out of college, choosing love and security over the wild years that came before. Years later the old urge returned, the same hunger that once had her sneaking out of dorm rooms and into back seats. The wedding ring sat heavy on her finger while the urge pressed lower. She texted the two men her husband never knew about, the ones with thick cocks and thicker confidence. Jax showed first. His presence filled the kitchen doorway, a smile that promised what her husband could never give. Lily lifted her dress without ceremony. Louie arrived minutes later, zipper already down. She took them both in the same bed she shared with her husband. On her knees she worked their lengths with a mouth too practiced to forget, spit glistening on dark skin, her bush catching the light each time she shifted. Jax slid into her first, slow strokes that tested how tight years of married life had kept her. Louie filled her mouth while she moaned around him, the sound muffled and wet. They switched without asking. She felt the stretch of each thrust as they took turns, her big ass jiggling with every slap of hips. The sheets smelled of sweat and sex. When Jax finished inside her, Louie followed, painting the same stretch of skin. Lily lay there, ring finger sticky, the old urge quiet for now.