Me and Zahra arranged to meet yesterday at hers. She had dropped the kids off to her parents house, making some excuse that she had to go out.

I parked off the side street like she told me to at 12:30pm, then walked up the long driveway past two shiny Porsches and a Mercedes that probably cost more than most people make in a year. Zahra opened the door before I could even knock, wearing nothing but a silky pink gown that clung to every curve and Dior sliders on her feet. Her hair was loose and wild. She grabbed me by the shirt and pulled me inside, slamming the door behind us.

Her mouth was on mine instantly, tongue pushing deep, lips wet and greedy. She tasted like mint and desperation. We stumbled through the huge hallway, past the expensive furniture and family photos, straight up the stairs to the marital bedroom. The bed was massive, easily the biggest I'd ever seen and been in with crisp white sheets that still smelled of her shampoo. She pushed me onto it and climbed on top.

"This bed is ours while he's gone," she said, voice already breathy. "He paid for it. Now we're going to ruin it."

We kissed harder, messier. Her gown came off in one tug, revealing smooth brown skin and heavy tits with dark nipples already stiff. I kicked off my clothes while she straddled my thighs, grinding her bare pussy against my cock without putting it in yet. She was already soaked, leaving wet streaks on my shaft as she rocked back and forth.

I lay back and let her take control. She slid down my body, wrapped her soft hand around my cock, and started sucking like she was starving. No teasing, no slow build-up. She took me straight to the back of her throat, gagging wetly, spit running down my balls in thick strings. She moaned around my cock, the vibrations making my toes curl. Her tongue worked the underside while she bobbed fast, cheeks hollowing, eyes watering. Every few strokes she'd pull off to gasp for air, then dive back down, taking me deeper each time until her nose pressed against my stomach.

I grabbed her hair and held her there, feeling her throat spasm around me. She didn't fight it. She just kept sucking, drooling everywhere, making the sloppiest, filthiest noises. When I finally let her up she was gasping, spit dripping from her chin onto her tits.

"Your husband probably thinks you're the perfect little housewife," I said, pulling her up by the hair. "Bet he has no idea his wife is on this bed choking on another man's cock."

She moaned at that, climbing higher until her dripping pussy hovered over my face. I grabbed her ass and pulled her down onto my mouth. She was shaved smooth and tasted sweet, her juices already running down my chin. I licked her from asshole to clit in long, sloppy strokes, then sucked her swollen clit between my lips while two fingers pushed inside her. She rode my face hard, grinding her pussy against my tongue, moaning loud enough to echo through the empty house.

"He never does this," she panted, rolling her hips. "He just climbs on top, finishes in two minutes, and rolls over. I haven't cum with him in years."

I kept eating her until her thighs shook and she came on my tongue, flooding my mouth with fresh wetness. She was still twitching when she slid down and sank onto my cock in one smooth motion. She was tight and hot, her pussy gripping me like a fist. She started riding immediately, bouncing hard, her heavy tits swinging with every thrust. The wet sound of her pussy taking my cock filled the room.

She leaned forward, hands on my chest, and rode faster. Her clit rubbed against me with every downstroke. I reached up and pinched her nipples, twisting them until she cried out. She came again, pussy clenching and fluttering around my shaft, but she didn't stop. She just kept bouncing, chasing another orgasm.

I flipped her onto her back and pushed her legs up to her shoulders. The angle let me drive deeper than before. I pounded into her hard, the headboard slamming against the wall. She reached down and rubbed her clit while I fucked her, eyes rolling back.

"Harder," she begged. "Fuck me like he never could."

I gave her everything, slamming into her cervix with every thrust. Her pussy made obscene wet sounds every time I bottomed out. She came again, squirting a little around my cock, soaking the expensive sheets her husband paid for.

I pulled out and flipped her onto her stomach, yanking her hips up. Doggy was even better. I could see her asshole winking at me while I fucked her from behind. I reached around and rubbed her clit, making her scream into the pillows. She pushed back against every thrust, taking me as deep as she could.

I pressed her face down into the mattress and held her there, humping into her with short, brutal strokes. My balls slapped against her with every thrust. She was drooling onto the sheets, completely lost in it.

"Your husband probably thinks he's coming home to the same loyal wife," I growled, leaning over her. "He has no idea I'm going to leave his bed covered in my cum and your pussy juice."

She came again at that, her whole body shaking. I kept fucking her through it, not slowing down. When I was close I flipped her onto her back again, missionary, and pushed her knees to her chest. I fucked her deep and slow, grinding against her clit with every stroke.

"I'm gonna cum," I warned her.

"Inside me," she begged. "Fill me up. I want to feel it leaking out of me when I pick up the kids."

I buried myself to the hilt and unloaded, pumping rope after rope of thick cum deep into her married pussy. She came with me, milking every drop. I stayed inside her until I went soft, then pulled out and watched my cum drip from her stretched hole onto the sheets.

We lay there catching our breath. Forty-five minutes later she was still talking, curled against my side with my cum still leaking out of her.

"He gives me everything except what I actually need," she said quietly. "The money, the house, the cars. He thinks that's enough. He wanted a stay-at-home wife so he could control everything. I haven't worked in five years. I don't need to. But I'm dying inside. The only time I feel alive is when I'm doing something he would hate."

I rolled her onto her back again. My cock was already hard. She spread her legs without being asked.

This time we went slower at first, but it didn't stay that way. She rode me again, facing away this time, reverse cowgirl so I could watch her ass bounce. She reached back and spread her cheeks, showing me everything while she fucked herself on my cock. I slapped her ass hard enough to leave handprints.

I put her on her side and fucked her from behind, one leg hooked over my arm so I could get deep. She reached down and played with her clit while I pounded her, cumming twice before I flipped her onto her stomach again.

This time I held her down completely, my weight pinning her to the mattress while I fucked her prone. She couldn't move, could only take it. I fucked her until the bed was soaked beneath us.

When I was ready to cum again I pulled out and made her suck me clean, then pushed back inside her and came even harder than the first time. She took every drop, then licked me clean when I pulled out.

We got dressed slowly. She had to pick up the kids soon. At the door she kissed me hard, tongue pushing deep.

"He's back in ten days," she whispered. "Come back before then. I want you to fuck me in every room of this house. I want to leave evidence everywhere so he can smell it when he walks in."

I agreed. She watched me walk down the driveway, cum still dripping down her thighs under her dress. I knew I'd be back before her husband returned.