I knock on Maureen's door right after Alan drives away, and the second she opens it we crash together in the hallway. Our mouths slam into each other so hard we choke on the force of it, tongues shoving deep, spit already running down our chins while we gasp for air between brutal kisses. Maureen grabs my shirt and yanks me inside, kicking the door shut with her heel, never breaking the sloppy wet contact of our lips. She tastes like mint and hunger, and I taste like pure need as we stagger up the stairs, still locked together, hands everywhere, pulling hair, squeezing ass, grinding our bodies like we cannot wait another second.

The marital bedroom door swings open and Maureen shoves me onto the bed. We rip at each other's clothes like animals, buttons popping, fabric tearing, until we're both naked and breathing hard. She grabs Alan's pillow from the head of the bed, the one he sleeps on every night, and slides it under my ass so my cock stands straight up, throbbing and ready. Maureen climbs between my spread legs, blonde hair falling around her face, and looks me dead in the eye with that proud, filthy grin.

She spits on my cock, a thick string of saliva dripping from her tongue straight onto the head, then wraps her lips around it and sinks down until her nose presses into my stomach. The wet heat of her throat swallows me whole, sloppy gagging sounds filling the room as she works me with long, messy strokes. Spit pours out around her lips, coating my balls, running down my crack, soaking Alan's pillow beneath me. She moans around my shaft like she is starving, eyes watering, throat convulsing, and every time she pulls up for air she grins and says how much better this feels than anything Alan ever gave her. She bobs faster, tongue swirling, cheeks hollowing, then forces herself down again until she is choking on every inch, thick ropes of drool connecting her mouth to my cock when she comes up for breath.

I grab her blonde hair and pull her off, flipping her onto her back so I can bury my face between her thighs. Her pussy is already dripping, and I drag my tongue from her asshole to her clit in one long sloppy lick, tasting how wet she is for me. Maureen screams and grabs my head, grinding her cunt against my mouth while I suck her swollen clit and shove two fingers deep inside her. I lap at her like a man possessed, spit and her juices mixing, running down her ass crack and soaking the sheets that Alan sleeps on every night. She moans louder, cursing his name, telling me how pathetic he is, how he never eats her like this, how she only gets this kind of worship from the man who actually knows how to use her body.

Maureen pushes me onto my back again, climbs over my face in a sixty-nine, and swallows my cock back down her throat while I keep devouring her pussy. We are both soaked, spit and slick everywhere, the sounds of sucking and moaning filling the room. She rides my tongue, hips rolling, blonde hair brushing my thighs, and every few seconds she lifts off my cock just long enough to moan about how Alan would lose his mind if he knew his wife was sixty-nining with another man on his own pillow. Then she slams back down, throat taking me to the root again, gagging wetly while her pussy floods my mouth.

She spins around, straddles my hips, and sinks down on my cock in one smooth motion. Her pussy grips me tight, hot and dripping, and she starts riding hard, slamming her ass against my thighs with wet slapping sounds. Alan's pillow is still under me, getting soaked with our combined mess as she bounces. Maureen leans forward, grabs my face, and kisses me deep, sharing the taste of her own pussy on my tongue while she grinds her clit against me. She moans into my mouth, loud and shameless, telling me how much she loves cheating, how she loves Alan, how proud she is that she is Alan's wife but my whore, how she wants his pillow ruined with our cum and spit and sweat.

I flip her onto her back, hook her legs over my shoulders, and pound into her deep. The bed creaks, the headboard slams the wall, and Maureen screams with every thrust. She reaches down, spreads her pussy lips wider around my cock, and begs me to fuck her harder, to wreck the cunt Alan thinks belongs to him. I spit on her clit while I fuck her, rub it in with my thumb, and she cums hard, pussy clenching and squirting around me, soaking my cock and balls and Alan's pillow even more. I do not stop. I keep slamming into her through the orgasm, making her scream louder, curse Alan's name between gasps, tell me she wants me to breed her right here in their bed.

I pull out, flip her onto her stomach, and drag her hips up so I can take her from behind. My cock slides back into her soaked pussy with a wet squelch, and I fuck her doggy style, gripping her hips, watching her ass ripple with every impact. Maureen reaches back, spreads her cheeks, and moans about how Alan never fucks her like this, how he is too gentle, too weak, how she needs a real man to destroy her on his pillow. I lean forward, grab her blonde hair, yank her head back, and spit into her open mouth. She swallows it greedily, then screams for more, telling me to use her, to ruin her, to fill her up while she thinks about Alan coming home to a wife full of another man's cum.

We switch again. Maureen pushes me onto my back and climbs on in reverse cowgirl, facing Alan's side of the bed. She reaches down, grabs my cock, and sinks onto it, then starts grinding in slow, filthy circles that make her moan and drip down my shaft. She leans forward, grabs Alan's pillow, presses her face into it, and inhales his scent while she rides me. Then she lifts up, spits on the pillow, rubs her pussy juice into it, and laughs about how Alan will sleep with his face in our mess tonight. She bounces harder, ass slapping against me, blonde hair flying, and I reach around to rub her clit until she cums again, screaming into the pillow, body shaking.

I pull her off, lay her on her side, and slide back inside her from behind in a spooning position. My hand reaches around to play with her tits while I fuck her slow and deep, then faster, then slow again, keeping her on edge. Maureen reaches back, grabs my ass, pulls me deeper, and moans about how good it feels to cheat, how proud she is of every load she takes, how Alan will never know his wife spent the morning getting railed in their bed. I kiss her neck, bite her shoulder, and she turns her head so we can make out again, tongues sloppy and desperate while my cock stays buried inside her.

Maureen wanted me to worship her feet. She pulls out, get onto herback, and lifts one of her legs so I can suck her toes. My tongue swirls between each toe, licking and sucking while her whilst my cock stayed hard. She moans around as I lick her feet, eyes locked on mine, telling me how much she loves being worshipped by the man who fucks her better than her husband. I switched feet, sucks harder, then I crawl up and kisses her so she can taste her foot on her tongue. The whole time she keeps stroking me, keeping me throbbing, ready for the next round.

We are not done. Maureen climbs on top again, this time in a full mating press, her knees pushed back to her shoulders. I slam into her deep, the angle letting me bottom out with every thrust. She screams with each impact, nails digging into my back, blonde hair stuck to her sweaty face. She looks me in the eye and says how proud she is to be Alan's wife by day and my cumdump by morning, how she wants me to knock her up so Alan raises another man's child without knowing but unfortunately she can't have anymore children.

The disrespect pours out of her between moans, every word filthier than the last, every sentence celebrating how she cheats and loves it.

I flip her onto all fours again and fuck her until my first load builds. I bury myself deep and cum hard, pumping thick ropes straight into her pussy while she moans and pushes back against me. The cum overflows, leaking out around my cock, mixing with spit and her juices on Alan's pillow. I do not pull out. I keep thrusting through the orgasm, keeping myself hard, and within minutes I am ready again. Maureen stays on all fours, reaches back, spreads her cheeks, and begs for round two. I fuck her harder this time, the wet sounds louder, the cum already inside her making everything sloppier. She screams Alan's name in mockery, telling the empty house how much better I am, how she will never stop cheating, how proud she feels every time she walks around with another man's cum leaking down her thighs.

We take a short break only to catch our breath, but even then Maureen keeps stroking me, licking my cock clean of our mixed fluids, sucking my balls while she tells me stories about how she hides my cum stains on Alan's clothes. Then she climbs back on, this time in a standing position with me holding her up against the wall. Her legs wrap around me, my cock slides back inside her cum-filled pussy, and I fuck her standing while she screams and claws at my shoulders. Gravity helps me go deeper, and every thrust pushes more of my first load out around my shaft. Maureen cums again, body shaking, voice hoarse from screaming, and I fill her a second time right there against the wall, pumping another thick load deep inside her while she moans about how full she feels, how proud she is to carry my cum home to Alan's bed.

We collapse back onto the bed. Maureen on her back, legs spread wide, my cum leaking from her swollen pussy onto Alan's pillow. She reaches down, scoops some of the mess onto her fingers, and licks it off while looking at me. Then she pushes me onto my back again, climbs on in cowgirl, and rides me for the third time. She grinds slow at first, then faster, using her pussy to milk me, moaning about how she wants one more load. I grab her hips, thrust up to meet her, and when I cum the third time it is even thicker, pumping deep while she grinds down and takes every drop. She stays seated on my cock, rocking gently, keeping me inside her while the third load settles.

Maureen leans forward, kisses me slow and deep, tongue lazy and satisfied. She tells me again how proud she is, how she will spend the rest of the day feeling my cum inside her, how she will kiss Alan hello with the taste of my cock still on her lips. She climbs off, but not before dragging her pussy across Alan's pillow one more time, leaving a wet, cum-stained streak right where his face will rest tonight. We lie there catching our breath, bodies slick with sweat and spit and cum, the room smelling like sex and betrayal. Maureen smiles that proud, filthy smile and says she cannot wait until tomorrow morning when Alan leaves for work again.

I stayed buried inside Maureen after the third load, both of us panting on the soaked marital bed, Alan's pillow a ruined mess beneath my ass. My cock stayed half-hard in her cum-slick pussy and she refused to let me pull out. She rolled her hips slowly, grinding down, milking every drop deeper while she whispered filthy praise about how proud she felt carrying another man's seed in the bed she shares with her husband. Sweat dripped from her blonde hair onto my chest. She leaned in and licked a stripe up my neck, then kissed me with the same desperate, choking intensity we started with in the hallway.

Maureen climbed off only long enough to flip onto her back and spread her legs wide, knees pulled to her shoulders in a perfect mating press. Cum leaked from her swollen cunt in thick white strings, running down her ass crack and soaking deeper into Alan's pillow. She reached between her legs, scooped some of the mess onto two fingers, and sucked them clean while staring straight at me. "I want you to keep filling me until I can't walk straight," she said, voice hoarse from screaming. "Alan will come home to a wife who spent the whole day getting railed and bred by a real man."

I shoved back inside her without warning. The wet squelch was obscene. Her pussy accepted me greedily, cum and spit and her own juices making every thrust loud and sloppy. I fucked her deep and hard in that folded position, my hips slamming against her ass while she clawed at my shoulders. Maureen screamed with every impact, cursing Alan's name between gasps, telling me how pathetic he was, how he never stretched her like this, how she loved knowing his pillow was now a cumrag for the man who actually satisfied her. She came hard, pussy pulsing and squirting around my shaft, fresh wetness adding to the mess already coating the sheets.

We switched without resting. Maureen pushed me onto my back and straddled me in reverse cowgirl again, this time facing the headboard where Alan's side of the bed waited. She sank down on my cock and started bouncing, ass rippling with every drop. She reached forward, grabbed Alan's pillow, pressed her face into it, and moaned loudly into the fabric that still carried his scent. Then she lifted her head, spat directly onto the pillowcase, and rubbed her dripping pussy across it in slow circles, smearing our combined fluids everywhere. "He'll sleep with his face in this tonight," she laughed, riding faster. "My friend knows exactly what I'm doing. She told me to keep taking loads like this. She said a wife deserves to feel full and used."

Her older sister's encouragement lit something darker in her. Maureen started talking nonstop while she fucked herself on my cock. She told me how her friend had been the first to suggest she find a real man on the side. How her friend had laughed when Maureen admitted she was proud of cheating. How her friend had even offered to cover for her if Alan ever got suspicious. Every filthy detail poured out between moans as she ground down harder, using my cock like a toy while she celebrated her own betrayal. She came again, thighs shaking, screaming Alan's name in mockery before collapsing forward onto the pillow she had just defiled.

I flipped her onto her stomach and dragged her hips up into doggy style. My cock slid back into her cum-filled hole with a wet sound. I gripped her ass cheeks, spread them wide, and watched my previous loads leak out around my shaft as I pounded her. Maureen reached back with both hands, spread herself even wider, and begged for it deeper. She screamed when I spat on her asshole and rubbed it in with my thumb. She told me how her friend had encouraged her to let me use every hole, how proud she felt knowing her body belonged to me during the day and Alan only got the leftovers at night. I fucked her until my fourth load built, then buried myself to the root and pumped thick ropes straight into her already overflowing pussy. Cum spurted out around my cock with every pulse, running down her thighs and soaking Alan's pillow even more.

Maureen stayed on all fours, panting, but she was not finished. She reached back, scooped cum from her pussy, and licked it off her fingers while looking over her shoulder at me. "My friend said I should taste every load I take," she said proudly. "She wants me to keep cheating. She told me to make sure Alan never suspects how much better I get fucked when he's gone." She pushed me onto my back again and climbed on in full cowgirl, facing me this time. Her blonde hair stuck to her sweaty face as she sank down and started riding with long, rolling grinds. She leaned forward, kissed me deep and sloppy, tongues wrestling while her pussy milked my cock. Spit ran down our chins. She moaned into my mouth about how proud she was, how good it would be good for me to breed her so Alan could raise another man's child without ever knowing, if she was able to have more children.

I grabbed her hips and thrust up to meet her. The angle let me hit deep, and Maureen screamed with every slam. She reached down, rubbed her clit while I fucked her, and came again, pussy clenching so tight I almost lost it. She kept riding through her orgasm, using my cock to draw out every wave. I flipped her onto her side, lifted one of her legs, and slid back inside in a spooning position. My hand reached around to squeeze her tits while I fucked her slow and deep, then faster, keeping her on the edge. Maureen reached back, grabbed my ass, and pulled me deeper. She told me again how proud she felt walking around with my cum inside her, how she planned to kiss Alan hello later with the taste of my cock still on her tongue.

We moved to the edge of the bed. I stood up, pulled Maureen to the side, and bent her over so her upper body rested on the mattress while I took her standing. Her legs shook as I slammed into her from behind. The wet sounds were louder than ever, cum and spit and pussy juice making everything filthy. Maureen clawed at the sheets, moaning nonstop about how she enjoyed every second of adultery. She came again, body jerking, voice breaking into hoarse screams. I reached around, rubbed her clit through it, and kept pounding until my fifth load built. I buried myself deep and unloaded again, pumping another thick flood into her already overflowing cunt. Cum poured out around my shaft, running down her legs and dripping onto the floor.

After nearly 2 hours of rest, Maureen turned around, dropped to her knees, and sucked my cock clean. She licked every inch, tasting our mixed fluids, moaning around the shaft while she told me how proud she felt. She sucked my balls next, tongue swirling, then stood up and kissed me so I could taste everything on her tongue. We moved back to the bed. She pushed me down and climbed on again, this time in a full mating press once more. I folded her legs back and fucked her deep and hard. The bed creaked loudly. The headboard slammed the wall. Maureen screamed with every thrust, cursing Alan, celebrating her own cheating, repeating she wanted to keep taking loads like this. I came for the sixth time, pumping the final load deep inside her while she moaned and pushed back against me, taking every drop.

We collapsed together on the ruined bed. Cum leaked from Maureen's swollen pussy in steady streams, soaking Alan's pillow completely. She reached down, scooped more of the mess, and licked it off her fingers while smiling at me. She told me again how proud she was, how her sister had encouraged every single act, how she planned to spend the rest of the day feeling my cum inside her. We lay there catching our breath, bodies slick with sweat and spit and multiple loads, the room thick with the smell of sex and betrayal. Maureen kissed me slow and deep one last time before we finally stopped, already planning the next morning when Alan would leave for work again.