"Yes, yes!" shouted Pascal, as his cock was getting sucked.

"I keep you so happy!" shouted Ling, shoving the cock in her mouth.

"Yes Ling! Uh, yes!" shouted Pascal, moaning as the woman massaged his cock.

The pair were in a beautiful South Florida home, making love. Ling was a Chinese woman from Canada with a slim body. Pascal was a French expat in his thirties who had made a great living for himself. His wife, Camille, was away on a long errand, and he expected the South Florida traffic to keep her away for a while.

"Oh Ling, it feels so good not fucking a woman who could pass for my sister," said Pascal, moaning.

To a degree, Pascal had a point. Camille and Pascal were both brunettes with almost pale skin, some freckles, and blue eyes. The couple could not tan at all in the sun and instead turned pink. Despite his criticisms, he did luck out with Camille.

Camille was tall with a slim body, chiseled jaw, blue eyes, and smooth skin. Her breasts were almost perfect, and she managed to age quite well for a woman in her late twenties. She had a somewhat athletic-looking body and was the same height as her husband. Even by Parisian beauty standards back home, she was quite beautiful. Facially, people often teased her and said she could be a twin of French actress Eva Green, which made sense as she had almost an exact identical face.

"Yes Ling, yes!" shouted Pascal, sweating as the Asian beauty sucked him off.

"Oh my! Pascal!" shouted Camille, entering on her husband cheating.

"Whoa, Camille! No!" shouted Pascal.

"I can't....this is too much!" shouted Camille in her French accent.

"I thought you were going to go shopping," said Pascal, as Camille looked on in shock.

"I was, but I left the card and had to drive back for it, and I heard the voices and....Pascal!" shouted Camille, crying.

A worrying silence consumed the house as Camille went into her room. For the whole day, Pascal was too afraid to talk to his wife. Ling looked on in shock but left after being found out. Pascal tried to sleep on the couch, but the stress was too much for him to get any sleep. As morning came, he finally talked to his wife.

"Camille, I apologize. Nothing excuses what I did. I don't know how I can make this right," said Pascal, as Camille shot him a glare.

"I am leaving, we are going to have a divorce," replied Camille, anger in her eyes.

"No, my love! Please!" shouted Pascal.

"You broke my heart, Pascal," said Camille.

"Camille, please, I will make this right. I will buy you anything," replied Pascal.

"I cannot be bought, my heart is broken, this cannot go on!" said Camille. Pascal was in tears, fearing that this divorce would make him lose half of what he owned.

"The boat, the stay in France for a year, and you pay nothing, the car, and I will pay for your vacation anywhere," said Pascal, crying.

"So you can cheat on me again, you deceitful fuck! Mange de la merde, Pascal!!" said Camille, telling him to "eat shit" in French.

"Sorry Camille, please, I can't have this happening. This is going to get so messy for both of us," said Pascal, in tears. A pause ensued as Camille took a long deep breath.

"Okay, fine, I won't divorce you but our love is done. You can sleep around with whoever you want, Pascal, but I will spend my time with any man I want," said Camille.

"But Camille," said a defeated Pascal.

"This or divorce, take it or leave it!" said Camille, in a deep, angry, and intense tone with fire in her eyes.

"Yes Camille," replied a defeated Pascal, knowing that was his only way to avoid a divorce.

The week flew by and not much was said between the couple. They slept in separate beds and went about their days as usual. Pascal would see Ling for casual sex which Camille cared little about. Ling barely aroused Pascal and became someone who held the home together as the divide happened between the pair.

One Saturday afternoon, a surprise visitor came into the home. He was a tall and muscular man with black hair, brown eyes, a chiseled jaw with black hair facial hair, and an exotic appearance. The man looked to be of South Asian or Arabic origin and had a skin tone which was light brown in color. Camille happily greeted the man by putting her pale arms around him and kissing him on each cheek.

"So, we are working the whole body today," said the man, in an American accent, he had quit the deep voice.

"Yes Dev, work my whole body today," replied Camille, smiling while still hugging the man.

The pair went into the biggest room of the house which had been emptied out but had a giant yoga mat on it. Ling smiled as a worried Pascal look on. For almost thirty minutes, the pair were intensely working out. Then, out of nowhere, Ling heard her name.

"Ling, we need you!" shouted Camille.

"Coming," said Ling, jogging over.

"Oh! Wow!" shouted Ling, amazed at the sight.

Camille was wearing nothing but tight black panties and an athletic top. Dev was shirtless with white underwear that showed his massive bulge. The pair were dripping in sweat as Ling watched on. Camille smiled as Ling herself was quite aroused at what she was seeing.

"So as a part of our workout, Dev and I are going to wrestle each other. I wanted to know if you can set the timer to six minutes, referee it, and if there is no decision, tell us who the winner is," said Camille as Ling smiled and nodded.

"Sure," said Ling, smiling.

The timer started and the pair started to wrestle each other. Camille was known for being quite a fiery brunette and competitive as well. Once the pair got their hands on each other, it was quite clear she was outmatched. Dev was far too powerful and managed to effortlessly lift Camille.

"Oh my!" shouted Ling, finding Camille so compromised.

Being the brave spirit she was, Camille did her best to put up a fight but lacked the stamina to keep up with Dev. Every thirty seconds, Dev was putting the helpless brunette over his shoulder and carrying her around. A defeated look overtook the pale brunette whose legs started to vibrate. After no more than three minutes, Camille tapped.

"Oh fuck," said Camille, taking long labored breaths.

"Camille, are you okay?" asked Ling.

"Yes, I just need to go to the bedroom for some private wrestling lessons!" said a tired Camille, looking up at Dev and smiling.

With ease, the muscular dark man put the pale brunette over his shoulder and went to her bedroom. Pascal saw the sight and gasped. The bedroom door closed and all Pascal and Ling could hear were loud moans. Camille was clearly getting fucked quite hard; they had never seen her so loud and passionate before.

"Oh fuck me baby, oh fuck! You fucking savage! Yeah!" shouted Camille, in a high-pitched voice.

"Baise-moi fort!" shouted Camille, which is French for "Fuck me hard".

After almost half an hour of moaning and groaning, the pair finished. Dev let out a groan and sound of relief. Moments later, the man packed up and headed out. Pascal saw him pass by and was intimidated by his large and darker appearance.

"Think she joins us for dinner?" asked Ling, smiling, as a frustrated Pascal rolled his eyes.

Hours later, Camille did join Ling and Pascal for dinner. Most of the times, both Camille and Pascal would talk to Ling rather than each other. Camille showed up with her brunette hair a mess. She even wore panties but there were smack marks all over her buttocks.

"Next time he comes, I am going to wrestle him nude," said Camille, as a confused look overcame Ling.

"How will that help anything?" asked Ling, as Pascal grew more and more frustrated.

"The underwear and tops get in the way. I am thinking if I am fresh and can wrestle him nude, I can play with his cock some and distract him. This way, I can pull off more tricks and surprise him with something," said Camille, as Ling smiled and nodded.

"Well then, why don't you just straight out fuck him!" shouted Pascal, as Camille looked at her husband with disgust.

"I already do that anyways, why don't I just straight out divorce you?" asked Camille, replying in a cold tone as Pascal left the room in despair.

Ling saw the situation unfold and knew she had to hold the house together. Camille was happy for the first time but had just now shown her nasty temper. Pascal did not want a divorce but this was all painful for him to see. She found the lonely man in his room crying.

"Pascal," said Ling.

"Yeah, I know, I am pathetic and worthless," said Pascal, crying.

"No, no you're not," said Ling.

"I can't get a divorce but my wife gets fucked by a taller, more muscular, and more handsome guy than me," said Pascal, as Ling paused.

"It seems like you don't want a divorce but at the same time, feel humiliated to see your wife getting fucked by someone that isn't you," said Ling.

"It's not even that, Ling, it's just that I feel so left out now. I know I made a mistake but this is just as bad as a divorce," said Pascal, crying. Ling calmed the man before proposing an idea.

"Be honest with me, Pascal, do you ever get horny when you hear your wife getting fucked by him?" asked Ling, smiling as she massaged the Frenchman's shoulders.

"Yes," said Pascal.

"I have an idea," said Ling, smiling as Pascal looked at her. "How about, we ask Camille and Dev if we can watch. I will pleasure you if you get hard," said Ling, smiling and kissing Pascal on each cheek.

"I would love that," said Pascal, smiling.

Ling walked to the dining room where an angry Camille sat. When Camille saw Ling, it was as if her anger disappeared. Camille smiled as Ling smiled back. Ling took a long deep breath before talking to Camille.

"So Camille, I have a proposal," said Ling, as Camille heard her. "As you know, things between you and Pascal are awful. He doesn't want a divorce but this is torture for him," said Ling.

"He deserves it for cheating on me," said an angry Camille.

"Yes, he does. However, you know it ruins the mood and vibe of the house so I have an offer for you," said Ling, as an angry Camille crossed her arms and nodded.

"We can admit that the chemistry between you and Dev is just spicy, like there is no ignoring it," said Ling.

"I mean, Ling, yes!" said Camille, her eyes opening wide. "I came like ten different times and was singing, laughing, and dancing like a stripper. Like, what in the hell," said Camille.

"I think Dev can teach your husband a thing or two about manhood and how to please a woman," said Ling, smiling.

"Wait, are you saying..." said Camille, giving Ling a confused look.

"If it is okay with you and Dev, perhaps Pascal can watch and I will be there right with him," said Ling.

"Ugh, Ling, I mean, I don't know," said Camille.

"I talked to him, he really wants to learn. He said just your moans make him hard and he promises to remain quiet," said Ling.

"I can talk to Dev about it but I can't make any promises," said Camille.

"As a friend, I ask you to try," said Ling.

Dev came a couple of days later and he engaged in his usual ordeal with Camille. The pair wrestled nude with Ling watching and then went to fucking. After an intense fuck session, they had their pillow talks. Dev left and thirty minutes later, Camille limped nude to the dinner table with cum all over her face.

"And?" asked Ling, smiling.

"He said you can watch but you better not interrupt," said Camille, licking some of the cum from around her mouth.

"Yes!" shouted Pascal, clapping as Camille smirked and Ling smiled.

A couple of days later, Dev came and worked out with Camille. Pascal looked on at how Dev controlled Camille's body during the workouts. A pause ensued as the pair got ready to wrestle nude. Pascal looked on as his powerful wife wrestled nude with the darker man.

Camille was driven and agile as Dev chased her down. Once cornered, he grabbed her legs and took her down with ease. Camille let out a moan, unable to get up from Dev's grip. Pascal stroked his cock which was harder than it had ever been. Never had he seen his dominant wife so easily dominated.

"Putain!" said Pascal, meaning "Fuck" in French, moaning as he came in his underwear and ran away from the room embarrassed.

Dev and Camille later went to the bedroom and fucked. Pascal missed all of it and just sat on the couch happy. His cock had never been so hard and the ejaculation was almost like a new life high for him. Hours later, he joined a nude Camille and a happy Ling for dinner.

"Hey Pascal," said Ling, smiling.

"Hello, Ling, I am sorry for the mess back there. I mean I could not help it because I have never seen her worked like that," said Pascal.

"You're fine," said Camille, as Pascal smiled. Camille finally acknowledged Pascal and Ling smiled at him.

"I am not sure if I want to wrestle him again in a couple of days, Ling, my body is worn out," said Camille.

"You always say that," teased Ling.

"I mean a day later, I miss his touching and fucking," said Camille.

"I can see why. I mean, I have never seen you happier, and Camille, I am so happy for you," said Pascal, as Ling smiled. Camille looked back at her husband and smiled.

"Thank you, Pascal," said Camille.

"What does he do that makes you feel so alive?" asked Ling, as an exhausted and nude Camille took a deep breath and thought about it for a moment before nodding.

"You know... I think it's the restlessness I get. He works everything on my body and anything. He is never doing just one thing. If he is massaging me then another part of him is kissing the hell out of me. If he is fucking me, he is massaging and putting his mouth somewhere on my body. It's like my body is fighting multiple battles at the same time and it gets overwhelmed to the point it quickly collapses and gives in," said Camille, as Ling opened her eyes wide and Pascal started to masturbate and moan.

"And just the control, Camille. I watch your wrestling matches and as good as you get, you are never in control," said Ling.

"Yes, he just came in with that attitude the day he saw me. I was never in control. He just shuts down any attempts of mine fast and is all over me. I am always on the back foot playing defense," said Camille.

Pascal skipped the wrestling between the pair to see how they worked in the bedroom. What he saw made him cum in a minute. Dev was all over Camille and controlling her. The fiery and dominant brunette's face which usually intense was now drowsy and defeated.

"You are such a lazy whore. Put your fucking body to work, uh!" said Dev, as a tired, sweaty, and defeated Camille rode him.

"Come on, you lazy bitch!" said Dev, smacking the brunette's pale buttocks until they were pink.

"Oh fuck, ah!" shouted Camille, crying and moaning from the fat cock being in her.

Sweat dripped all over the place from the exhausted yet determined Camille. Her body was glowing with sweat as she aggressively rode the cock. Her legs vibrated multiple times from the orgasms as she made out with the man fucking her. They licked and kissed each other's faces as she rode him.

"Ah!" shouted Camille.

Her body was so exhausted that she could only grind on his cock. He kept smacking her pale buttocks which were almost all pink now. A minute later, she was so defeated that her body collapsed over his until he fucked her. He pulled out and came on her butt which was now a hot pink color from the spanking.

"Knockout!" said Dev, getting up as Camille collapsed.

The brunette's entire body went limp as if she had been knocked out. Her eyes were open as she lay on the floor looking up. Ling watched and monitored her defeated friend. Dev put his clothes on and walked out.

"I am going to need help walking to dinner," said Camille, looking at Ling who smiled.

She put the pale brunette over her shoulder and walked her to the dinner table. Camille could barely sit up straight from the fatigue. Parts of her face were red from being slapped so much from her aggressive lover. Ling did her best to feed her friend who could barely eat.

"Rest up," said Ling, taking her friend to the couch.

Camille passed out from fatigue and then woke up the next day. The brunette was so embarrassed but determined to make things right. For weeks, the same things persisted for her in her workouts as Pascal continued to masturbate. After three months, dramatic changes were noticed.

The pale brunette's abs became more defined. Camille had gone from having a fit yet soft body to quite a toned one. Her thighs, legs, and shoulders were far more muscular. Most of all, Camille was far more athletic and energetic than she had ever been.

On one afternoon, Dev came in and got nude as usual. A more muscular and powerful Camille saw the man and had intensity in her eyes. For months, she had dealt with humiliation from his hands and cock. The confrontational Camille approached Dev as Pascal watched.

His wife's new body was so arousing to him. Never had he seen her thighs so muscular and her abs so shredded. Camille couldn't tan so her skin was still pale. However, today she had vengeance on her mind.

"What!" said Camille, shoving Dev.

"What, bitch?" asked Dev, playfully shoving her back.

"What!" said Camille, smiling as Dev smirked.

"What!" shouted Camille, shoving Dev again.

"Let's go, bitch," said Dev, running towards the brunette.

Pascal moaned the second Dev's arms coiled around Camille's waist. Despite the brunette's tenacity and pent up desperation for revenge, she was taken down. She threw her legs up to create some defense but the man was all over her kissing her face. Her breaths were once again long and labored, knowing how trapped she was.

"Fuck!" shouted Pascal, cumming in his pants.

Camille tried to explode out from a bad position but was simply overwhelmed. Dev took the helpless brunette's back and started to pinch her nipples. She groaned as he kissed her face, barely able to do much. Fatigue kicked in as Dev got up but kept control of the brunette's body.

"Ah!" shouted Camille.

He grabbed her legs, squeezing her calves, and lifted them up in the air. Her lower back and butt were now off the floor and elevated as her pussy rested on his mouth. He quickly coiled his arms around her waist and ate out the upside down brunette. Camille knew that aggressive movements from her could cause her injury but the oral sex was so intense that she came and let out a loud moan, tapping in submission.

"Whore," said Dev, tossing Camille to the side.

"I am waiting until you get your shit together, wimp," said Dev, sitting nude on the couch.

Camille rested for a few moments, wincing, and then got up. The wrestling still had her aroused. She jumped up in excitement and took a few long breaths. Pascal approached his wife and hugged her.

"You did great, Camille," said Pascal, as Camille pushed him away.

"What the fuck, man?" said Camille.

"Camille!" said Pascal.

"Never fucking touch me!" shouted Camille.

"Are you cheating on me now, you stupid whore?" asked Dev.

"No baby, he touched me, baby," said Camille.

"Blame the man, okay bitch, you come here or I leave," said Dev.

"No daddy, I am coming," said Camille, running to Dev nude.

"Now, who's the bad cheating whore?" asked Dev, as Camille gulped.

"You see, when a hoe cheats, you have to discipline her," said Dev, grabbing Camille's ass and smacking her buttocks.

"Ah, fuck!" shouted Camille.

Dev did this to each cheek ten times. After the fifth slap to the first cheek, Camille could barely stand. Dev did it to the brunette as she lay down. After the spanking was done, he put her over his shoulder and took her to the bedroom.

Camille kept her energy up but was fucked raw. He kissed the muscular brunette, softly biting her now muscular body as she moaned. Camille had far more energy than ever despite the intense spanking. She could ride Dev with far more intensity and last a lot longer with her now fit body. The sex felt even hotter as her newer muscular body was easily aroused.

"Ah, fuck yeah, right in the pussy, that will teach him, yeah!" shouted Camille, as Dev came in her pussy.

"Woo, baby!" shouted Camille, in her French accent, making out with Dev.

The brunette had far more energy in bed as her body became athletic. Even after sex, she made out with Dev far more than before. Her body was a walking sex furnace with her new figure. After a few minutes, the pair walked downstairs nude where Pascal and Ling sat.

"Pascal!" shouted Camille in her French accent as the worried man looked on. Cum came out of the brunette's pussy as she flashed it in front of her husband.

"I am his!" shouted Camille, an intense psychotic look in her blue eyes as she angrily looked at her husband.

Dev put his clothes on and left while Camille ate dinner. Ling looked on with a smile on her face. Pascal quickly finished his dinner and left. He hated how much sexier his wife was but how he could not even touch her.

"Pascal, take a break, go outside, go for a long walk or go drive into town. Go to a strip club, I don't care," said Camille.

"That would be a good idea," said Pascal.

Pascal left to drive out into town. Camille sat on the couch nude with Ling sitting on the other couch. The two friends watched a movie as an exhausted Camille relaxed. After a brief pause, the two opened up.

"Ling, you truly are better than a friend," said Camille.

"I am glad you think this," said Ling.

"I mean, just this whole thing. Letting me know of Pascal's ways and then when you two were already fucking you texted me. The idiot actually thought I was oblivious and he was being secretive," said Camille, laughing as Ling joined in.

"Are you surprised he cheated?" asked Ling.

"Not really. I mean look at us, Ling, he looks like he could be my brother or something," said Camille.

"Yes, he said that when he was fucking me," said Ling.

"You know, I felt the same fucking way. Here I am in Miami with all of these sexy muscular tanned men. Why should I get with a guy that looks like he could be my fucking pasty brother? Ling, the sex was so terrible. I never ever got aroused," said Camille, laughing as Ling joined in.

"If he didn't cheat, what would you have done?" asked Ling.

"I would have fucking cheated. Divorce me all you want, this pale as fuck pussy has been happy with some dark cock in it and this past as fuck body has been missing a nice tanned stud just grinding against it," said Camille, slapping her own pussy, as Ling laughed and clapped.

Such was the plan and Camille planned it from the start. Ling was in on it with Camille and Pascal made it easy by cheating. Things were going to get more intense in the household. In fact, things were going to change completely with Camille's new muscular body.

The brunette spent more time at the beach with her lover. Workout sessions remained intense but they now turned into recording porn afterwards. Camille became an internet sensation on OnlyFans due to her porn videos with Dev going viral. Her body became more and more muscular as her diet and workouts improved.

"Oh fuck, yeah, take that selfie baby, yeah!" said Camille, posing nude with Dev in the mirror after they had done an OnlyFans scene together.

Dev and Camille wrestled nude at random times in the house. Sex became more frequent due to Camille's muscular body. After many creampie scenes and a month of aggressive fucking, Pascal would hear more news. On one random morning when he was getting ready to have his morning espresso, a positive pregnancy test was left at his table.

"Nouvel arrivage," read the test, saying "New Arrival" in French with a flag of America and India flag right next to it.