Stiles sat on the couch after her shower, hair damp, body wrapped in a loose robe. She couldn’t get the day out of her head—Derek’s rough hands, his filthy words, the way he made her squirt over and over until she thought her body would break. She hugged her knees, whispering to herself, “It’s all for Scott… for his job… for his happiness…” But deep down she knew. Her heart thudded and her pussy clenched just thinking about Derek’s thick cock. The truth burned through her—she was a slut, and she loved it.

The door clicked. Scott’s voice rang through, cheerful. “Baby, I’m home!” He carried flowers in one hand, champagne in the other, and a pizza box balanced against his hip. He looked so proud, smiling ear to ear.

Stiles forced a bright smile, running to hug him. “My husband! Congratulations on your promotion!” She kissed his cheek, and he twirled her, laughing, setting everything on the table.

They ate pizza, sipping champagne, Scott’s laughter warm and sweet. He pulled her into a slow dance right there in the living room, her robe slipping down, exposing her shoulder. His eyes softened. “I love you, Stiles. Always.”

Her chest tightened with guilt—yet her pussy was already wet.

He carried her to their bed, laying her down gently, unlike Derek’s rough hunger. Scott kissed her softly, peeled her robe off, and slid into her. His rhythm was tender, his moans sweet. But he wasn’t thick, wasn’t long, wasn’t stretching her the way Derek did. Stiles dug her nails into the sheets, moaning loudly, pretending it was for Scott—but in her mind she was begging, “Fuck me harder, Derek… split me open with your big cock… make me squirt again…”

Her hips bucked wildly beneath her husband, chasing the memory of Derek’s thickness. Her pussy clamped down, not because of Scott’s thrusts, but because she imagined Derek filling her, stretching her, making her his slut.

“Oh god, baby, you’re so tight tonight,” Scott groaned, sweating, thinking it was all for him.

Stiles cried out, “Yes! Yes!” but her orgasm ripped through her only when she pictured Derek’s cock pounding into her. She came hard, shaking, nails clawing at Scott’s back, moaning so loud he thought he had given her the world.

When he collapsed beside her, panting, whispering “I love you,” she kissed him gently… all while her pussy still throbbed with the ghost of Derek inside her.