My husband's mistress is a Man 8

My husband's mistress is a Man 8

“You’ve been such a good boy tonight, even though you’re sulking.”

June’s voice was low and deliberate, the kind that slid right under Zane’s skin. She leaned over, her lips brushing his jaw in a slow, claiming kiss.

Zane shivered, the reaction betraying him before he could hide it. His breath caught when she reached for him, unzipping his trousers and freeing his cock with unhurried precision.

“I’m sure Avery is waiting for you?” he muttered, rolling his eyes as though that might shield the hint of jealousy in his voice.

June chuckled as the car turned up the Gray estate’s long drive. Her hand moved in slow, deliberate strokes, just enough to make him squirm in his seat. His cock was hard,thick and warm in her hand.

“Are you jealous?” she asked, her tone rich with amusement. “Didn’t I tell you… you’ll always be Mommy’s favourite?”

Zane’s breathing hitched, his carefully maintained pout starting to crack. He loved it when she did this…stroke his cock like this...loved the way she took control and made him feel small, fragile, and hers.

“I.. fuck! I'm gonna cum..Ah fuck I'm cumming” He bit down on his hand, trying to stifle the sounds threatening to spill.

She didn’t stop. She wanted to see the moment he gave in completely, the second he stopped pretending. His head fell back, his face twisting in helpless pleasure.

When it was over, June slowed, watching the tension leave his body. She withdrew her hand, her smirk slow and satisfied.

“There,” she murmured. “A reward for being such a good boy.”

He stared at her, flushed and unable to speak. She leaned in, pulling him into a deep kiss, her control as steady as ever, before stepping out of the car without another word.

The house was quiet. The bright lights had been dimmed, leaving the halls in a warm, golden glow.

And there..

Avery.

He was sprawled on the couch, face-down, a book in his hands. His posture was far from innocent..hips angled in a way that showed the highlight of his perky small round ass, like he knew she’d notice.

June’s lips curved in a knowing smile. She had seen this game before.

“Where is everyone?” she asked, her voice casual but firm.

Avery looked up, his eyes wide with feigned innocence. “Elias went back to the office. Won’t be back until morning. Eliana’s in bed. Good evening, Mrs. Gray.”

He sat up slowly, setting the book aside, his gaze steady on hers.

June stepped out of her heels, her approach measured and deliberate. “Comfortable?”

“Trying to be,” he said, his lips quirking. “But it’s hard to relax when you’re standing there… looking like that.”

Her smile deepened. “And what is it I do to you, Avery?”

“You make me feel like I’m in trouble,” he murmured, “and maybe I like that.”

June didn’t blink. She let the silence linger, letting him feel the weight of her attention.

“Stand up,” she said softly.

He obeyed.

“Hands behind your back.”

Avery’s eyes flicked to hers, but he complied.

She circled him once, slow and assessing, making him wait for her next move. “You knew I’d come home tonight.”

“Yes.”

“You were waiting for me.”

A faint smile touched his lips. “Maybe.”

June stopped in front of him, close enough for him to feel her breath. “If you’re going to play games, Avery, remember..” Her voice dipped to a dangerous purr. “I always win.”

Avery swallowed, his throat bobbing. “Win what?”
It was such a sweet question naïve on the surface, but she caught the faint tremor in his voice. He knew exactly what she meant.

She noticed how he shifted, not away from her, but in a way that made his thighs press together..a subconscious shield. That only made her smile.

Elias had touched him here. Touched him in ways that made his face flush and his mouth part the same way it was parting now. But Elias didn’t own pleasure..not in this house, not in her presence. She would strip it from him and hand it back on her terms.
And when Elias found out… oh, the look on his face would be worth every second.

June stopped beside the couch and reached down, fingertips brushing over the back of the book he’d abandoned on the cushions. She pushed it aside carelessly, her eyes never leaving his. “You lying here… like that…” she said, voice dipping, “Do you think I don’t notice?”

Avery’s lips pressed into a line, a faint, embarrassed huff escaping his nose. “You’re reading into things.”

She crouched beside him, leaning close enough that her perfume..rich, warm, and deliberate..wrapped around him. “Maybe. Or maybe I’ve just learned to spot the difference between an accident… and an invitation.”

His breathing hitched, the kind of tell no amount of false composure could hide.

June let her gaze travel slowly down his body,..the cut of his jaw, the delicate hollow of his throat, the way his shirt pulled across his chest. She lingered on his hips, the subtle twitch in his thigh.
Her fingers moved before he could object, resting lightly on his calf, tracing up over denim until her palm warmed the side of his knee.

Avery stiffened, but didn’t push her away. His eyes searched hers, almost as if he was waiting for her to break into a laugh and call this a joke. But she was dead serious.

“This isn’t about Elias,” she lied smoothly, even though part of it absolutely was. “This is about you.”

She watched his jaw work, his resolve wobbling.
“Mrs. Gray…” he started, but the formality cracked on his tongue.

June leaned in until her lips almost grazed his ear, her voice dropping into a whisper meant to sink straight into his bloodstream. “June. Say it.”

His lips parted, but no sound came out at first. She could feel the warmth of his breath ghosting over her cheek, could hear the faint catch in his throat.

“June,” he finally said, and there was something fragile about it..like saying her name aloud was a line he’d just crossed without meaning to.

She smiled faintly, her hand still resting on his knee, thumb stroking the seam of his jeans. “See? Not so hard.”

He tried to sit up straighter, but she was already leaning in closer, her free hand bracing on the couch beside his hip. His pulse was a visible flutter at the base of his neck, and it made her want to taste it, to mark it.

“You’re Elias’s..” he began, but she cut him off with a soft, knowing hum.

“I’m my own.” The words came out like steel wrapped in silk. “And right now, I’m choosing you.”

Avery swallowed hard, the sound almost audible in the stillness between them. She watched his eyes dart..to her mouth, to her eyes, then down to where her hand lingered far too close to the inside of his thigh. He was fighting something inside himself, and June could practically hear the struggle.

She inched her fingers upward, just enough to make him tense, but not enough to give him what his body was already begging for.

“You keep looking at me like that,” she murmured, “and I might start thinking you want this as badly as I do.”

He drew in a shaky breath. “I’m not…”

“Don’t lie,” she said softly, her tone sharp enough to slice through his excuse.

“You’re too pretty when you’re honest.”

For a moment, neither of them moved. The only sound was the faint ticking of the clock on the far wall. Then, almost without realizing it, he leaned forward..just slightly, just enough for her to notice.

June’s lips curved. She closed the last inch of space, her mouth brushing his in the faintest, teasing contact before pulling back just enough to watch his reaction.
His eyes were wide, his breathing uneven.

“June…” he said again, but it was different this time..less protest, more plea.

Her hand slid higher on his thigh, fingers pressing lightly through the fabric, her body angled toward him like she had all the time in the world.

“You know,” she whispered, “he doesn’t deserve either of us.”

That hit him…she saw it in the way his gaze flickered, in the tiny shift of his shoulders.

Her thumb stroked over the inside seam of his pants, slow and deliberate, as she leaned in again, her lips grazing his jaw this time, moving toward the corner of his mouth.

“If you want me to stop,” she breathed against his skin, “say it now.”

He didn’t.