"Bro, you gonna watch me fuck your wife or what?" I said to Sofia’s husband, as he was still standing there, frozen in place, looking at us without saying anything.

He looked ready to punch me at any instant, his fists tightly knuckled, his jaw clenched hard as he kept grinding his teeth in anger.

But he was just a weak man, his mannerisms and comments had already shown me everything clearly.

He could maybe land a punch on me without me noticing, but that would be just it, he couldn’t do anything to actually stop the nightmare I was showing him right in front of his own eyes.

"Come here, babe, I’m hard right now," I said, grabbing my dick over my pants, feeling how rock hard it was from looking at Sofia’s sinful body, my voice steady and confident, as if nothing around me could interrupt the moment.

I made Sofia sit up properly, adjusting her position with control, and then removed her vest in one quick motion, making her upper body fully naked and exposed without any hesitation, the movement smooth and deliberate, adding to the already tense and charged atmosphere in the room.

"Look at them, my kid won’t starve," I said as I felt her humongous melons, watching milk leak out of them slowly.

Sofia arched her back, getting more aroused, and pushed herself into my mouth, clearly wanting more, her body responding instinctively as if it had completely given in to the moment.

"Bite them... ahhh," Sofia moaned, her voice growing louder and more desperate, echoing slightly in the room as the intensity kept building.

I grabbed one of her tits firmly and bit her roughly, not holding back at all.

"Oh God..." Sofia cried out loudly, her reaction immediate and intense, her voice breaking slightly as the sensation hit her all at once.

"See, she loves it rough," I said, looking at her husband, who was still standing there like a complete moron, completely frozen and unable to react, watching me claim his wife again without being able to stop it, his silence making everything feel even heavier and more one-sided.

"Sofia, please..." her husband started crying out of nowhere, his voice breaking suddenly, showing how low he had fallen emotionally. He moved forward quickly and grabbed Sofia’s arm, trying to get her off of me, desperately begging his wife to stop doing this, his grip shaky and unsteady.

"Leave me," Sofia said, shaking her arm away from his grasp with irritation, clearly not wanting him anywhere near her at that moment.

"Please... tell me what I did wrong? Please, just come back to me," he cried even more, his voice filled with desperation and confusion, his emotions spilling out uncontrollably as he struggled to hold himself together.

"Ugh, Alex, he’s clingy," Sofia said, her tone annoyed and dismissive, as if she was already tired of his behavior and didn’t want to deal with it anymore.

"Hey, get away from her," I said, making Sofia gently get up from my lap and standing up again, stepping forward and grabbing his collar roughly, pulling him closer with force.

"You don’t touch her, you understand?" I said, keeping one hand on his collar while raising my finger in front of him, warning him clearly, my voice firm and threatening as I stared directly into his eyes.

"Hey... please, just give me my wife back, please. I know you can get any girlfriend your age, please..." he cried, his voice trembling as he tried to make me feel bad for taking his wife, his words desperate and broken as he searched for anything that might make me stop.

He wasn’t ready to understand that his wife was too far gone, and there was absolutely no way in hell I was leaving Sofia just because he cried and begged in front of me, breaking down like that right before my eyes.

I looked at Sofia—she was sitting on the couch, her vest completely removed, her boobs swaying slightly with her movements, and her shorts pulled down under her pussy, bunched tightly around her thighs, her posture relaxed but completely given in to the moment.

"Do whatever you want, but don’t interrupt us," I said to Sofia’s husband, my tone calm but firm, as I didn’t even want to punch him anymore, seeing his sorry state and how helpless he had become.

I moved back toward Sofia, taking a few slow and deliberate steps, quickly removed my T-shirt and pants, and threw them away carelessly to the side, not even looking where they landed.

I pulled Sofia’s shorts all the way down and threw them aside without hesitation.

"Let him watch, baby," I said as I turned Sofia around on the couch, guiding her into position, making her get on all fours, with her legs folded so her ass hung just at the edge, her body following my movements without resistance.

The way Sofia’s sinful ass looked, her pussy lips glistening, it was making me crazy, and I couldn’t take my eyes off her for even a second. Sofia was moaning non-stop just from imagining me taking her like this in front of her husband, her voice filling the room as the tension kept building.

I moved closer, slowly stepping in and lining up my cock, and started rubbing it on her pussy lips, making my cock slick with her juices as I adjusted myself carefully.

"Ahhh, it’s so big, Alex," Sofia moaned as she realized she had missed my massive cock, her voice shaking slightly with anticipation.

"If you weren’t pregnant by now, I was gonna make you," I said, pushing my cock slowly, feeling her walls grip me tightly. "Fuck," I groaned, my voice low and strained.

Sofia’s husband watched everything that was happening, but he was completely unable to do anything at all, just standing there helplessly.

After that last day, he didn’t learn his lesson, maybe this time he would finally understand that I don’t share my women with anyone, not even their husbands.