Hotwife Sneaks one in
He is on the way...nerves threatened. I couldn’t believe I was going to do this. Sneak him into my home. The spouse was hours away; this was a bit of a risk. Especially living on a street with the two biggest gossips in the world. I breathed. I can do this. I knew my pussy wanted it, dripping at the thought of being in a bed. I fixed the bed again. My husband hadn’t even slept in it. The sir would be there before he would break it in. I just breathed again.
My breath quickened since he pulled up. Parking down a little and walking up. I had already turned the cameras off for him to slip in. I opened the door and ushered him in. Looking at him, I immediately wanted to kiss him and be all over him. But I needed to slow down. Leading him to the bedroom, he started undoing his clothes. Lying them on the dresser inside the door, I slipped my dress off. His eyes looked me over, smiling as he finished shedding his clothes. He was hard and ready, and I was very hungry.
Grabbing me, he kissed me. Slow as he did, the kind that gets me lost and locked in nothing but him. I felt my nipples harden as his mouth worked down my neck to my tits. My hand finds his cock. I stroked, feeling how hard he was. His teeth bitting at me, bringing me back to him. I smiled at him, and he smiled back as I dropped to my knees. Looking up, I took his cock into my mouth. My eyes never left his as I worked down to fit him barely all in my mouth. Stopping to smile around his cock. On one hand, finding his ballas rubbing and massaging. The other circling his cock. Adding the pressure. A few more times before he grabbed me, bending me over the bed.
He grabbed my phone and set it up. Noticing, as I lay bent over it, it was recording. I smiled, feeling myself getting wetter. I wondered what he had planned. He said, “Now, tell your husband how it feels. Tell your husband he doesn’t satisfy you.” Then, slipping in me hard. I wined and moaned, feeling him so thick and me so tight, the sweet pain and tingle of his cock was amazing. He spanked me, and I started talking to the camera. “It’s big, so much bigger than yours,” smack his hand went, “You can’t satisfy me anymore, I am his.” He picked up speed, “You can’t fuck me anymore, he owns my pussy, it’s his pussy.” He leaned over and stopped the recording. Grabbing the phone, he pulled slightly out before pushing back in me. He threw the phone, “Another video for your husband.”
I was lost, everything so intense, knowing that my husband could see it, he kept fucking me. I felt it cumming, the hard steel about to cum. I arched in the way I knew would get him to cum. He lost it and grunted, shoving in me. Loud sounds as he forced me to cum again, accepting all he had. A few more spanks finding my ass, he grabbed the phone, taking some final photos.
I stood up, turning to kiss him, smiling, crawling across the bed, he lay beside me in my husband's spot. Smiling at me, knowing I was happy, we continued kissing. Already planning the next time.