He is my man! - part 1

Nikita finds out her husband fucks the maid. Her name is Maddy, barely twenty and too pretty for her own good. The news burns through Nikita like cheap vodka. She doesn't cry or confront him. Instead she summons the girl, stands naked before her in the bedroom, and lets the anger move straight into her hips. Every line of muscle shows under skin that has survived real marriage, real nights. She takes Maddy's chin, forces the girl to watch the slow roll of her own full breasts, the tilt of her belly, the dark curl between her thighs. "This is what he comes home to," she tells her, voice low. Then she spreads her legs and rubs her clit in deliberate circles, cunt already wet and gleaming. Maddy stares, mouth open, cheeks blotched red. Nikita reaches for the girl's wrist, guides those young fingers inside her, makes her feel the grip that has kept a man for ten years. "Look," Nikita breathes, "and learn." She comes hard against the maid's hand, thighs shaking, a sharp cry cutting the air. Maddy's knees buckle, but Nikita holds her upright, making her watch every spasm, every drop sliding down her own leg. The lesson is simple: a wife who knows what she wants will always outfuck the help.