[Steel]

Rakesh raised an eyebrow. "Hmmm, so little mommy Laila wants to act like a brat today huh? I like that. Makes it better when you finally break down and beg for Daddy's cock later."

Laila didn't reply. But right now, she couldn't. Only wet sounds of submission rose from her mouth as Rakesh's thick powerful cock thrust inside over and over, making spit drip down her chin.

Kusha watched with wide eyes and a look of horror on her face. God, this wasn't a blowjob. Rakesh was using Laila like a sex toy, thrusting his big cock in and out of her mouth while the curvy married woman obediently took it, the angry defiance in her eyes giving way to helpless lust. How could a woman allow someone to do this to them? How could Laila go from sneering at Rakesh one moment, to letting him fuck her mouth the next?

It made no sense. Kusha couldn't look away.

Finally, Rakesh pulled Laila's dripping mouth off his cock, letting her gasp for breath, red faced. "You told me you have a surprise for me earlier," said Rakesh with amusement as Laila wiped her dripping mouth with the back of her hand and regained some of her composure.

Her eyes were sharp again as she looked up and said, "I did say that, didn't I? But then you started acting like a fucking prick. I'm not sure I want to show you the surprise anymore."

Kusha's eyebrows crinkled in confusion. Earlier, Laila had made it sound like she was perfectly happy having sex with Rakesh, but now it sounded like she barely tolerated his presence... Well, it sounded like that, and then she slobbered all over his cock. Kusha felt like she had whiplash. If Laila hated Rakesh so much, why would she submit to him sexually?

Rakesh gripped Laila's hair again and pulled her upward, drawing a hiss of pain from her lips, then roughly kissed her. Laila didn't turn away, making a sound halfway between a moan and a snarl of frustration as her tongue tangled wetly with Rakesh's.

"Show me," commanded Rakesh in a flat, demanding voice as he pulled away, his eyes serious as they locked with the submissive wife on the table beneath him. Laila slapped Rakesh's hand away with an angry sigh, then slipped off the table.

She untied the belt of her robes and let them fall open, revealing the snug swimsuit beneath, its thin fabric stretched over her soft, curvy body. The high-cut bottoms clung to the full swell of her hips and the deep crease where her thighs met. She turned away from Rakesh, presenting herself to both him and Kusha hidden behind the curtain, and peeled the bodysuit down in one slow motion.