Swing - Episode 3

She grips the silk sheets with both hands, knuckles white. Her husband watches from the leather chair three feet away, cock already straining against his zipper. The stranger's mouth finds her neck first, teeth scraping just hard enough to make her breath catch. His fingers work between her legs without preamble, sliding through the wet heat she's been carrying since they walked into the club. Her husband shifts, zipper coming down, slow and deliberate. The stranger pushes inside her in one smooth thrust, and she locks eyes with her husband across the room, mouth open, taking it. He strokes himself in time with the rhythm, watching every detail like he paid for front-row seats. Her thighs shake. The stranger's hands pin her wrists above her head, and she comes with her husband's name on her lips, even as another man fills her.