We did go a bit too far with this one

Last Monday,

I showed up at their house just after four, still buzzing from the way Camille had played Rob like a fiddle all week telling him that she'll be at a book club that night. Whilst he was spending sometime with family that were visiting.

She opened the door in a short silk robe that barely covered her ass, and the second it closed behind me her mouth was on mine. We kissed hard right there in the hallway, tongues sliding wet and deep while she pressed her body against me. Every sloppy sound of our mouths felt like a middle finger to the man whose name was on the mortgage. She tasted like mint and sin, and I could already feel my cock thickening against her thigh.

We didn’t waste time downstairs. She grabbed my hand and led me straight up the stairs, robe falling open so I could watch her bare cheeks flex with each step. The marital bedroom smelled like fresh linen and her perfume. The bed Rob slept in every night was perfectly made, pillows fluffed, sheets crisp. Camille shoved me onto it and climbed on top, straddling my lap while we kissed again, deeper, wetter, messier. Strings of spit connected our lips when she pulled back to grin at me.

“Rob thinks I’m at book club tonight,” she said, grinding her bare pussy against the bulge in my jeans. “Poor idiot even kissed me goodbye and told me to have fun. If only he knew his wife was about to get her tongue buried in another man’s ass on the same bed he sleeps on!"

She yanked my shirt off and attacked my neck, sucking hard enough to leave marks. Her hands worked my belt open, and soon my cock sprang free, already leaking. Camille wrapped her fingers around it and gave it a few slow strokes while she whispered filth against my skin.

“Rob bought this bed thinking he’d be the one fucking me in it. Instead he’s out wasting money on his stupid family while I’m here about to choke on your dick. God, I hate them all. His mom with her fake smiles, his sister with her lectures about marriage. They can all go fuck themselves. I can’t wait to leave this pathetic marriage and never look back.”

She slid down between my legs and took me into her mouth without another word. The wet heat of her throat swallowed half my length on the first try. She gagged, pulled back with thick strings of spit hanging from her lips to my cock, then dove in again. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked noisily, saliva pouring down my shaft and soaking my balls. Every time she took me deeper she made these obscene glugging sounds that echoed off the bedroom walls. She looked up at me with watery eyes and mascara already starting to run, proud as hell that I was ruining another man’s wife right where he laid his head.

After a few minutes of that sloppy blowjob she pulled off, licked her lips, and gave me a wicked smile. “Turn over. I want to show you how little respect I have left for that man.”

I rolled onto my stomach. Camille spread my cheeks and buried her face between them without hesitation. Her tongue dragged hot and wet over my hole, circling, pressing, then pushing inside. She moaned into my ass like it was the best thing she’d ever tasted. The sound of her licking and slurping was loud and filthy. Every time her tongue speared deeper she made these hungry little noises that made my cock throb against the mattress. Knowing Rob’s wife had her tongue shoved up my ass on their marital bed sent a rush of heat through me. She kept going, alternating between long licks and stiff tongue-fucking, spit running down my crack and soaking the sheets. She even reached under me to stroke my cock while she ate my ass, keeping me rock hard the whole time.

When she finally pulled back her chin was shiny with spit. “Your turn,” she said, rolling onto her back and spreading her legs wide. “Eat the pussy Rob never satisfies.”

I dove between her thighs and licked her from clit to entrance in one long stroke. She was already dripping. I sucked her swollen clit between my lips and flicked it with my tongue until her hips bucked. Then I moved lower, spreading her cheeks and pressing my tongue against her tight little asshole. She gasped and grabbed my hair, pulling me closer. I licked and sucked and tongue-fucked her ass the same way she’d done to me, getting it sloppy and wet. She tasted clean from her shower but quickly turned musky and aroused as I worked her over. I alternated between her pussy and ass, sucking on her clit, then driving my tongue back into her hole until she was shaking.

“Fuck, yes,” she moaned. “Rob would never do this. He’s too scared of a little ass. Meanwhile his wife is getting her holes tongue-fucked by a real man on the bed he paid for.”

She reached into the nightstand and pulled out a collection of toys Rob had apparently bought for her. Vibrators, a thick dildo, anal beads, even a small butt plug still in its packaging. She laughed as she handed them to me.

“He thought these would spice things up. Poor bastard doesn’t even know how to turn them on properly. Use them on me. Show me what he can’t.”

I grabbed the thick dildo first, slicked it with lube from the drawer, and pushed it into her pussy while I kept licking her clit. She moaned loud, hips rolling. I turned on the vibrator and pressed it against her clit while I fucked her with the dildo, then switched to the anal beads. One by one I worked them into her ass while she writhed and cursed Rob’s name. Every toy that had once been meant for their marriage was now being used to make her come harder than he ever could.

By the time I pulled the toys out she was soaked and begging. I flipped her onto her stomach, yanked her hips up, and slammed my cock into her pussy in one thrust. She cried out, pushing back against me. The headboard banged against the wall as I fucked her hard, the same bed where Rob probably tried and failed to satisfy her. Her pussy gripped me tight, wet sounds filling the room with every thrust.

I pulled out and pressed the head of my cock against her asshole. She reached back and spread her cheeks for me. “Do it. Fuck my ass on Rob’s bed. Make it so he can never look at these sheets the same way again.”

I pushed in slowly, feeling her tight ring stretch around me. Once I was buried to the hilt I started fucking her ass with long, deep strokes. She moaned and reached between her legs to rub her clit. Spit and lube ran down her thighs. The smell of sex was thick in the air. I grabbed her hair and pulled her head back while I pounded her ass, telling her how much better this was than anything Rob could ever give her.

We switched positions constantly. She rode me reverse cowgirl so I could watch her ass bounce on my cock. I flipped her onto her back and folded her legs to her chest so I could drive deep into both holes. She got on all fours again and I fucked her pussy until she squirted down her thighs. Every time we changed positions she made sure to point out how disrespectful it was.

“Rob’s pillow is under my ass right now while you fuck me. His wedding photo is on the nightstand and I’m getting railed like a whore. I love it.”

At one point she made me stop so she could suck my cock again, tasting her own ass and pussy on it. She gagged herself on purpose, letting thick ropes of spit pour down her chin onto her tits. Then she climbed on top and sank down on my cock again, this time taking it in her ass while she played with her clit. Her tits bounced as she rode me, and every few strokes she’d lean down to kiss me with the same mouth that had just been on my ass.

I came inside her pussy first, pumping thick loads deep while she clenched around me. She didn’t let me pull out right away. She kept me inside her, rolling her hips and milking every drop. When I finally slipped out she pushed two fingers into herself and brought them to her mouth, sucking my cum off them with a satisfied moan.

We didn’t stop there. After a short break where she let me worship her feet—licking between her toes, sucking each one into my mouth while she called Rob every name in the book—I was hard again. She put her feet on my chest while I fucked her missionary, toes curling against my skin. I came in her ass that time, watching my cum leak out around my cock as I pulled out.

Later she got on her knees again and sucked me back to hardness, this time with her ass in the air so I could finger her cum-filled holes while she worked. The fourth time I filled her I had her on her side, one leg over my shoulder, pounding her pussy while she begged me to knock her up just to spite Rob. I came so hard my vision blurred, flooding her again until it overflowed and ran down her crack onto the sheets.

By the time we finally collapsed, the bed was a wreck. Cum stains on the comforter, spit on the pillows, toys scattered everywhere. Camille lay there with my cum leaking from both holes, a proud, satisfied smile on her face. She looked at the framed wedding photo on the nightstand and laughed.

“Rob’s going to sleep here tonight not knowing his wife spent the evening getting every hole used and filled. His family can keep their precious little boy. I’m done with all of them. The second I have the chance I’m walking out that door and never coming back. This marriage is already over. It just doesn’t know it yet.”

She rolled over and kissed me again, slow and deep, tasting like sex and victory. Outside the window the sun was setting, and somewhere Rob was probably finishing another pint with his family, completely unaware that his wife had spent the entire evening proudly destroying every last shred of respect for their marriage right in the middle of their bed.