While she kept talking on the phone—smiling sweetly for her husband, showing him what a good, loving wife she was—her upper body perfectly framed in the camera, phone held high to hide everything below—I moved carefully.

I slid off the sofa, staying out of view, and knelt between her thighs. My hands went to her shorts, fingers hooking the waistband, tugging slow.

She glanced down, eyes wide—put a hand on mine, trying to stop me—but the resistance lasted half a second. She surrendered, lifting her hips just enough to help.

I pulled the shorts down her thick thighs, past her knees, off completely. Now her lower body was naked—pussy glistening, swollen, begging.

I spread her legs wider, careful not to shift the couch too much. She was soaked—juices dripping from my earlier fingering, mixing with fresh arousal from the risk. Talking to her husband while I touched her had made her flood.

I leaned in, spreading her thighs fully, and buried my face in her pussy—tongue flat and deep, licking from entrance to clit in one long stroke.

"Aahh—" she gasped, trying to stifle it, body jolting.

Her husband's voice came through, concerned. "Babe? You feeling okay? Your face looks red… and your breathing…"

"Yeah… ahh… I'm okay, honey," she managed, voice breathy, forcing a smile as she held the phone steady. "Just… missing you. It's been too long, right?"

"Yeah, baby," he said, sad and loving. "I miss you too. Miss your warmth."

I licked deeper—tongue plunging inside her, fucking her with it while my nose ground against her clit. She trembled hard, thighs clamping around my head, but kept the phone high, face composed for him.

"Okay, honey… I'll call you tomorrow," she said quickly, voice cracking a little. "Early shift…"

"Okay, babe. Miss you."

She cut the call fast, tossed the phone aside, and grabbed my head with both hands—pulling my face harder into her pussy.

"Eat me… Alex… fuck… don't stop…" she moaned loud now, no more pretending, hips bucking against my mouth as I devoured her—sucking her clit hard, tongue thrusting deep, hands gripping her ass to hold her open.

But I was just teasing her in front of her husband—I wanted more, wanted to break her completely.

I stood up sudden, her tongue's warmth gone, leaving her whining and empty. Before she could protest, I grabbed her wrists, pinning them above her head against the sofa back with one hand.

Then I slapped her face—sharp, controlled, but hard enough to bloom red on her cheek.

"You love being a slut behind your husband's back, huh?" I growled, voice low and dark.

She gasped, eyes flashing with shock and pure lust, cheek flushing deeper. But instead of pulling away, she arched toward me, getting wetter—I could see it in her face, feel it in the way her body trembled.

"Yeah… harder," she begged, voice breaking. "I'm a slut… punish me, please…"

She stuck her tongue out, lewd and desperate, begging for more.

I stripped her vest off rough—tossing it aside—then yanked off my pajamas, throwing them away. No need for clothes anymore.

I slapped my cock—heavy and slick—against her waiting tongue.

She took it like a champ—mouth opening wide, sucking greedy as I thrust slow into her heat. I slapped her cheek again with my free hand—light but stinging—while feeding her my length.

She moaned around me, spit dripping down her chin, eyes watering but locked on mine—pure submission.

This was her dessert after dinner—sucking me sloppy, spit coating my shaft, then pulling off to lick the head before diving back down.

Then she couldn't wait anymore.

She stood sudden, grabbing my hand—burning with need after that call, guilt and lust fueling her—and pulled me toward the bedroom. She walked ahead, hips swaying wide and hypnotic, ass jiggling with every hurried step, leading me like she couldn't get there fast enough.

We reached her bedroom—the same one with the family photos on the dresser, her husband's side of the bed still neatly made.

She didn't care.

She wanted me to take her there.

And I was going to.

She threw me onto the bed with surprising strength, eyes wild with that burning need—guilt and lust twisted together after the call, fueling her like nothing else.

I landed on my back, cock throbbing straight up, ready for whatever came next.

She climbed on fast—straddling me, knees on either side, folding her thick thighs as she hovered over me. Her hand reached down, grabbing my shaft, lining it up with her dripping entrance.

Then she sank down—slow at first, a long moan escaping as she took every inch, her tight pussy stretching wide around me again.

"Aaahhh—fuck… Alex…" she gasped, bottoming out, hips settling flush against mine.

She started moving—rolling her ass in deep, hypnotic circles at first, then up and down, riding me hard. Her thick, motherly body on top was pure heaven—wide hips grinding, fat ass bouncing with every drop, cheeks rippling as she slammed down.

She leaned forward, hands on my chest for leverage, bringing those humongous tits right to my face—swaying heavy, milk beading on the dark nipples, inviting me.

I grabbed both—full, overflowing handfuls—squeezing hard as I latched onto one nipple, sucking deep, biting down just enough to make her cry out.

"Aaahhh—yes… like that…" she moaned, riding faster, ass driving up and down my cock at a crazy pace, pussy squelching loud with every thrust.

I switched nipples, biting harder, squeezing the life out of her tits—milk spraying lightly into my mouth, sweet and warm. She arched, pushing them deeper into my face, lost in it.

"You know how horny you made me?" she panted between moans, hips never slowing. "I was talking to my husband… and you… you made me so wet…"

Her words sent fire through me. I thrust up hard to meet her drops, slamming deeper, widening her with every brutal stroke—cock pistoning in and out, her juices coating my balls, dripping everywhere.

She screamed louder—"Fuck… Alex… yes… ruin me!"—body shaking, pussy clenching wild as she rode like a woman possessed.

I wasn't holding back—biting, sucking, slapping her tits red while she bounced, ass rippling, taking me to the hilt over and over.

She was mine—completely.

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