As I stood in the doorway, Nicklas's eyes roamed over my latex-clad body, his gaze filled with desire that sent a shiver of anticipation down my spine. The air was thick with tension, and I knew I was playing with fire. "She's a workhorse, isn't she?" I said, trying to break the silence. Nicklas leaned in, his body closer than I expected. "You look incredible, Jane," he whispered, his voice low and husky. "He's so lucky to have you as a wife... to fuck you." His words sent a jolt of lust through my body, and I leaned in, our lips meeting in a passionate kiss. I could feel his hard cock pressing against me, and I dropped to my knees, unbuckling his belt and freeing his stiffening cock. I took him into my mouth, letting him facefuck me, his cock feeling delicious as I got wetter with each thrust. He gripped my hair, holding me in place as he fucked my mouth, making me gag before shooting thick ropes of cum down my throat. As I cleaned myself up and fixed my dress, I knew this was just the beginning, the thrill of the taboo intoxicating and leaving me craving more.