Sarah had been fucking her boss for six months when her husband Mike finally caught her. He walked in on them in their own bed, her legs spread wide, the guy pounding her wet cunt from behind while she moaned like a whore. Mike didn't yell. He just stood there, stared, then turned and left. Two days later he served her papers and told her to get the fuck out.
She packed a bag and drove straight to her brother's place. Tom lived alone on the edge of town. He opened the door in a tank top and sweats, took one look at her tear-streaked face, and let her in. Sarah didn't waste time with small talk. She dropped her bag, walked up to him, and grabbed his cock through his pants.
"I need to feel something real," she said, voice low and filthy. "Mike never fucked me like I wanted. You always stared at my tits when we were younger. Do it now."
Tom didn't hesitate. He shoved her against the wall, yanked her shirt up, and sucked hard on her nipples. Sarah moaned and pushed his head lower. He dropped to his knees, pulled her panties aside, and buried his tongue in her shaved pussy. She tasted like revenge already. He licked her clit in rough circles until her legs shook, then stood, dropped his pants, and shoved his thick cock straight into her.
Sarah gasped and clawed his back. "Harder. Fuck me like you hate me." Tom slammed into her, balls slapping her ass, the wet sounds filling the room. He bent her over the couch and pounded her from behind, one hand gripping her hair, the other slapping her ass red. She came twice before he pulled out and sprayed thick ropes across her lower back.
They didn't stop there. That night Sarah climbed into Tom's bed naked. She sucked his cock deep, gagging on it, spit running down her chin while she looked up at him.
"Mike's new girlfriend can have his boring dick. I want my brother's cum." She straddled him, sank down on his shaft, and rode him slow at first, then fast and dirty, tits bouncing. Tom grabbed her hips and thrust up, filling her until she screamed.
The next morning she called Mike from Tom's phone while her brother ate her pussy under the table. "You wanted revenge?" she panted into the phone. "I'm getting mine right now. Tom's cock is so much bigger than yours." She came loud enough for Mike to hear, then hung up.
They kept going all week. Tom fucked her in the shower, bent over the kitchen counter, on the living room floor. He came in her mouth, on her tits, deep in her cunt. Sarah recorded a short video of herself sucking him off and sent it to Mike with the caption "This is what a real man feels like."
By the end of the month Sarah had moved in. The divorce went through, Mike got the house, but Sarah got something better: daily raw fucks from her brother and the satisfaction of knowing her ex was jerking off alone while she got railed every night. She never looked back. Tom owned her pussy now, and she made sure he knew it every time she begged for his load.
