Her Spitting Image

Mitch sits in a stale marriage that dried up years ago. His wife Caroline barely looks at him and the spark has long fizzled. He is still horny and restless, desperate for a thrill that actually registers. That itch gets scratched the second he meets Ellie behind the counter of a coffee shop. She is small, perky, and has the same playful blue eyes Caroline had back when they first started fucking like rabbits. Seeing Ellie is like flipping a switch. Ellie catches him staring and gives him a teasing grin. A few flirty lines later and she is already in his car, her hand teasing the hard bulge in his pants while she laughs about how bad it is that he is married. At the house, she spots the old photo on the mantel and freezes. Mitch watches her wheels turn and then blurts it out. Hair dye, contacts, and a quick wardrobe change later, he has Caroline standing in front of him again—his young, willing Caroline. He calls her by the name and watches his cock twitch. Ellie owns the moment, drops to her knees, and swallows him whole. Mitch groans so loud it echoes. He grabs a fistful of the new hair and fucks her throat until drool strings from her chin. They do not hear the front door open. Caroline catches them, lips tight, phone already recording. Mitch expected that. He steps forward, hard-on still wet, and admits every plan he had brewing for the three of them. Caroline does not walk away. Instead her breathing turns shaky, pupils wide. Ellie turns, lips shiny with spit, and offers Caroline a taste of the cock they just shared. Game on.