I’ve been watching her for months. That tight little body in those yoga pants, the way she bends over to correct my form, the innocent smile she gives her husband when he picks her up after class. She thinks she’s safe because she’s married. But I’ve been studying her routine, learning her weaknesses. Today, I finally made my move.

I found her alone in the locker room after hours, still flushed from her workout. ‘Can I help you?’ she asked, that sweet voice trembling just a little. I didn’t answer with words. I pushed her against the lockers, my hand covering her mouth as I whispered exactly what I was going to do to her married cunt. She struggled, but I was stronger. I tore off her leggings, revealing that perfect ass I’d fantasized about for so long. She tried to scream, but my cock was already sliding into her wet pussy from behind. ‘Your husband will never fuck you this good,’ I grunted, pounding into her while she cried.

I came deep inside her, filling her married womb with my seed. ‘If you tell anyone, I’ll show them this video,’ I said, holding up my phone. ‘Now get dressed and go home to your husband. But remember, every time he fucks you, you’ll be thinking about me.’ She left in tears, clutching her wedding ring. But I know she’ll be back. They always come back. And next time, I’ll make sure she forgets she ever had a husband at all.

I’ve been watching him for months, that personal trainer with the perfect body and the wedding ring that taunts me every session. He thinks he’s untouchable now, married to that bitch, but I’ve got a plan that’ll make him forget her name. My beauty treatments aren’t just for skin—they’re brainwashing, and he’s my next client. I’ll have him creampie me before the honeymoon’s over, and his bride can watch the video I’ll send her.

The first session, I rub the serum into his shoulders, whispering about how tense he is, how his wife doesn’t understand his needs. He flinches when my fingers dip lower, but he doesn’t stop me. By the third visit, he’s hard under the towel, and I’m grinding against his thigh, telling him this is part of the detox. He moans when I slide his cock into my mouth, and I know I’ve got him. The cuckold bitch at home? She’s nothing compared to the way I make him cum.

Tonight, he’s tied to my massage table, and I’m riding him raw, my pussy gripping his married dick like a vice. He’s whispering his wife’s name, but I slap his face and make him say mine. I’ll drain every drop of his seed, then send her the photos of his creampie leaking out of me. He thinks he can resist? I’ll make him my personal cocksleeve, and she can watch as I ruin her marriage, one brainwashed orgasm at a time.