Camille gaslit Rob again feigning illness just so we could have the day together.

I slipped through the front door the moment Camille cracked it open, her eyes gleaming with that wicked spark she always got when she was pulling something over on Rob. She pushed it shut behind me and immediately yanked me into a crushing kiss, her tongue shoving into my mouth like she wanted to devour me right there in the hallway. Her hands clawed at my shirt while she ground her hips against me, already breathing hard.

"Fuck, I can't believe how easy it was," she laughed against my lips, pulling back just enough to talk. "I told Rob I was feeling dizzy and nauseous this morning. Started moaning about my head spinning and how I couldn't possibly go to work. He bought it completely, the stupid bastard. Even offered to stay home with me. I had to practically shove him out the door." She threw her head back and cackled, clearly proud of herself. "He's probably at his desk right now worrying about his poor sick wife while I'm about to get railed in our bed."

She grabbed my hand and dragged me upstairs, her ass swaying in those tiny shorts she wore around the house. The second we hit the bedroom she spun around and attacked my mouth again, sucking on my tongue while her fingers worked frantically at my belt. We kissed like we were starving, teeth clicking, spit running down our chins as we tore at each other's clothes.

"Get these fucking things off me," she growled, yanking her tank top over her head. Her tits spilled out, nipples already hard. I helped her shove the shorts down her legs and she kicked them away, completely naked now except for the wedding ring still on her finger. She noticed me looking at it and smirked. "Yeah, that's right. Still married to that idiot. Makes this even hotter." "Won't be long, till we're finally together!" She said emphatically.

We crashed onto the bed together, rolling and groping. Camille's legs spread wide as she pulled my head down between her thighs. "Eat my pussy," she demanded, grabbing my head. "Show me what that useless husband of mine can't do."

I buried my face in her cunt, tongue sliding through her wet folds. She was already dripping, and the taste of her made my cock throb. I licked broad stripes up to her clit, then sucked the swollen nub between my lips while she bucked against my face.

"Oh fuck yes, right there," she moaned loudly, her voice echoing off the bedroom walls. "Suck that clit harder. Rob never touches me like this. He just climbs on top, pumps twice, and rolls over. Pathetic." Her thighs squeezed my head as I pushed two fingers inside her, curling them against her front wall while my tongue worked her clit in tight circles.

Camille's moans got louder and filthier. "That's it, finger-fuck me while you eat me out. God, I'm such a dirty fucking whore, letting you use me in my husband's bed. Keep going, I'm gonna cum all over your face."

Her back arched hard as she came, pussy clenching around my fingers while she screamed my name. She flooded my mouth with her juices, grinding against my tongue until the tremors subsided. Then she pushed me onto my back and crawled down my body, her eyes locked on my cock.

"My turn," she purred, wrapping her hand around my shaft. She licked a slow stripe from base to tip, then swallowed me down in one smooth motion. Her throat opened around my cock as she took me deep, nose pressing against my stomach while she held there, gagging slightly before pulling back with strings of spit connecting her lips to my dick.

"Mmm, you taste so good," she moaned, stroking me with both hands while she sucked on the head. "Rob's cock is so small and sad compared to this. I can barely feel him when he tries to fuck me." She bobbed her head faster, taking me deeper each time, her throat making wet, obscene sounds as she worked me over.

I groaned and grabbed her hair, fucking up into her mouth. Camille moaned around my cock, the vibrations traveling straight through me. She pulled off with a wet pop and climbed up my body, straddling my hips.

"I need this cock inside me right now," she said, reaching down to line me up with her entrance. She sank down slowly, taking every inch until her ass rested against my thighs. "Fuck, you fill me up so good. Rob could never stretch me like this."

She started riding me hard, bouncing on my cock while her tits swayed with each movement. The wet sounds of her pussy sliding up and down my shaft filled the room along with her constant stream of dirty talk.

"Yes, yes, fuck me harder," she moaned, grinding her clit against my pelvis. "Pound that married pussy. I'm such a cheating slut, aren't I? Getting fucked senseless while my husband thinks I'm sick in bed."

Camille leaned down and kissed me again, her tongue sliding against mine while she continued to ride. The angle let me thrust up into her, our bodies slapping together with each movement. She broke the kiss to throw her head back and scream as another orgasm hit her, her pussy spasming around my cock.

She climbed off and turned around, presenting her ass to me as she lowered herself back onto my cock in reverse cowgirl. The new angle let me watch my dick disappear into her wet cunt while she bounced on it, her ass cheeks rippling with each impact.

"Look at that," she panted, reaching back to spread her cheeks wider. "Watch how your cock stretches my married hole. God, I love cheating on that pathetic excuse for a man."

I grabbed her hips and thrust up hard, making her cry out. Camille's moans got even louder as I pounded into her from below, the wet squelching sounds of her pussy getting fucked filling the bedroom.

"I'm such a fucking whore," she gasped, reaching between her legs to rub her clit. "Letting you use all my holes while Rob's at work. He doesn't deserve this pussy. It's yours now."

After a few minutes she climbed off and got on her hands and knees, looking back at me over her shoulder. "Doggy," she demanded. "Fuck me like the animal I am."

I positioned myself behind her and slammed back inside, making her scream. I grabbed her hips and started pounding, the force of my thrusts making her ass shake and her tits swing beneath her. Camille pushed back to meet each thrust, her pussy gripping me like a vice.

"Harder," she begged, her voice hoarse from all the moaning. "Destroy that cunt. Make me feel it tomorrow when I'm pretending to be sick for Rob."

I reached down and grabbed her hair, pulling her head back while I fucked her. Camille's moans turned into wordless cries of pleasure as I used her roughly, my cock slamming into her over and over.

"Yes, yes, yes," she chanted, pushing back against me. "I'm your dirty little fucktoy. Use me, abuse me, fill me up."

I pulled out and flipped her onto her back, climbing between her spread legs. She wrapped them around my waist as I slid back inside, missionary position letting me kiss her deeply while I fucked her. Our tongues tangled together as our bodies moved in sync, her nails raking down my back.

"Kiss me while you fuck me," she moaned against my mouth. "I want to taste myself on your tongue while you breed this cheating pussy."

We made out sloppily, spit and moans mixing together as I drove into her. Camille's legs tightened around me, pulling me deeper with each thrust. Her pussy was so wet it was making obscene squelching sounds every time I bottomed out.

"I'm close," I warned her, feeling my orgasm building. "Where do you want it?"

"Inside me," she demanded immediately. "Cum in my married cunt. Fill me up with your load while I think about Rob coming home to his 'sick' wife."

I buried myself to the hilt and exploded, pumping rope after rope of cum deep into her pussy. Camille came again at the feeling, her walls clenching and milking every drop from my cock while she screamed into my mouth.

We collapsed together, sweaty and panting, my cock still twitching inside her as the last pulses of cum leaked out. Camille's legs stayed wrapped around me, keeping me buried deep while we caught our breath.

"Fuck, that was incredible," she sighed, running her fingers through my hair. "Rob's going to come home to find me 'resting' in bed, completely unaware that his wife just got filled with another man's cum. I can't wait to kiss him goodnight with your taste still on my lips."

She laughed again, that same proud, vicious sound from earlier. "I'm such a vile bitch, aren't I? And I love every second of it."

We kissed and cuddled under the bedsheets. The duvet providing a safety blanket for our lust.

We fucked several times that day before I left. Satisfied in the knowledge that Camille was mine....