"Don’t be rude to Sir, honey," Siobhan whispered mischievously, her voice dripping with fake innocence. "Don’t you remember? You wanted me to serve him... so you could make a good impression on him."

She tilted her head, eyes sparkling with cruel amusement.

"Now stop whining and watch properly how I serve Sir. It’s for your own benefit, remember?"

Howard’s mouth opened, but no words came out. His face turned ghostly white.

"You... you... bitch," he finally choked out, voice shaking with disbelief and rage.

Siobhan only smiled wider and gave Alex’s thick cock a slow, deliberate stroke.

Howard’s eyes slowly turned to the woman on Alex’s right side... the woman who had been moaning and grinding on his fingers.

His own wife.

His blood froze.

"And you..." he whispered hoarsely, pointing at her with a trembling hand. "What the fuck are you doing here... Heena?"

Heena slowly turned her head toward her husband. Her expression was calm... almost serene... with only a faint, mocking smile touching her lips. She was clearly enjoying every second of his devastation.

"Oh, Howard," she said softly, her voice low and dangerously sweet. "You really are slow, aren’t you?"

She tilted her head slightly, eyes sparkling with cruel amusement.

"Can’t you see? I’m serving my Master."

Howard stared at her, his mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. The words hit him like a physical blow.

Serving her Master.

His own wife. The same woman who had always acted so pure, so innocent, so proper in front of him... was now shamelessly grinding herself on another man’s fingers, moaning like a desperate whore right in front of his eyes.

"You... you’ve been fucking him?" he finally choked out, voice barely above a whisper. "Behind my back? All this time?"

Heena didn’t even blink. She simply smiled... that same calm, cold smile... and slowly rolled her hips against Alex’s fingers, letting out a soft, satisfied moan.

"Every single week," she replied sweetly, her voice dripping with cruel satisfaction. "Sometimes twice. At my cabin desk... in your office... even in our bed."

She tilted her head, eyes gleaming with wicked delight.

"Remember how my Master always wanted to do it in your presence? Risky. Dangerous. Right under your nose. But I was such a good wife... I always refused him."

Heena smiled softly, almost lovingly, as she delivered the final blow:

"Until today. Because you told me yourself, darling... that I shouldn’t fear anything and should enjoy myself to my heart’s content."

Howard froze.

The blood drained from his face as the memories came crashing down like a wave.

He suddenly remembered standing on the other side of that very partition, laughing and encouraging "Evelina" to be louder, to enjoy herself without restraint, to let herself be fucked properly.

He had told her his own wife, that there was no one around to judge her... not even her pathetic husband.

His stomach twisted violently.

He had handed Heena over to Alex with his own words.

Siobhan let out a soft, mocking giggle from the other side, still lazily stroking Alex’s massive cock.

"Oops," she whispered playfully. "Guess the secret’s finally out now, huh?"

Howard’s face twisted with pure rage and disbelief. His entire body was shaking violently as the full weight of everything crashed down on him at once... the betrayal, the humiliation, the sick realization that he had encouraged it all himself.

"YOU WHORE!" he spat, voice cracking with fury. "YOU FUCKING WHORES!"

He turned to Alex, eyes burning with hatred, and pointed a trembling finger at him.

"It’s you..." he hissed. "It’s you. All you. You bastard!"

With a sudden roar, Howard lunged forward, swinging his leg wildly to kick Alex.

But before his foot could even connect, Alex moved with terrifying speed. His leg shot out like a whip, slamming hard into Howard’s chest with a sickening thud.

"AAHHH—!"

Howard let out a strangled scream as he was sent flying backwards. He crashed into the wall with a heavy impact, sliding down to the floor in a heap, gasping for air.

Heena watched the entire thing with wide, excited eyes. A low, throaty laugh escaped her lips.

The sight of her husband being so easily overpowered sent a fresh wave of heat straight between her legs.

She turned to Howard, still sitting on the floor, and smiled with cruel delight.

"Yes... stay right there where you belong," she purred, her voice thick with lust. "And watch how my Master takes me."

She looked up at Alex, eyes glassy with desperate need, and whispered breathlessly:

"Master... I can’t wait anymore..."

Alex smirked, completely unfazed. He glanced down at Howard, who was still struggling to breathe against the wall, and raised an eyebrow.

"What do you think, Professor?" he asked mockingly. "How should I take her, hmm? You want to see her face while I claim her... or would you prefer watching her ass bounce on my cock?"

Heena didn’t wait for an answer.

She stood up, her legs slightly shaky with anticipation, and climbed onto Alex’s lap without hesitation. Straddling him, she reached down, grabbed his massive cock, and positioned it against her soaked entrance.

Her eyes never left Howard’s broken form as she slowly, deliberately, sank down onto Alex’s thick length with a long, shameless moan.

"Ahhh... fuck... Master..."

She started riding him immediately... slow, deep rolls of her hips, taking every inch of him with shameless hunger.

Her eyes never left Howard’s devastated face. Every time she dropped down onto Alex’s cock, she let out a loud, filthy moan, making sure her husband heard every sound.

Alex gripped her waist with both hands, guiding her movements as he smirked at Howard.

"Look at her, Professor," he said mockingly. "Your precious wife... riding my cock like a desperate slut. And you? You’re sitting on the floor like the pathetic cuck you are."

Heena leaned forward, pressing her hands against Alex’s chest as she bounced harder on his lap, her ass slapping against his thighs with every thrust.

"Ahh—! Yes... Master... deeper—!" she cried out, staring straight at Howard. "This is what you wanted, isn’t it? You wanted to see your wife get fucked properly..."

Siobhan, still kneeling beside them, let out a soft, wicked laugh and reached over to squeeze one of Heena’s bouncing breasts.

"God, you’re such a lucky bitch," she whispered enviously, then turned to Howard with a mocking smile. "Look at her, honey. This is what a real woman looks like when she’s getting what she needs."

Howard sat slumped against the wall, unable to look away. His face was a mess of rage, humiliation, and something far more shameful... his own cock was starting to harden in his pants.

Heena noticed immediately. She smiled darkly and moaned even louder.

"Look at that..." she purred, riding Alex faster. "Even now... you’re getting hard watching your own wife get fucked. You really are pathetic, Howard."