Alan, I have to tell you about yesterday, while you were off at work grinding away to keep this life afloat. I waited just down the street, watching your car pull out of the driveway right on schedule. You drove off without a clue, heading to your job like the reliable man you are, and as soon as your taillights faded. Your wife messages me to give me the all clear to come in.
I slipped through your front door. The door was unlocked, just like Maureen always leaves it for me, and I snuck inside your house, heart pounding with that familiar thrill of invading your space.
She was waiting in the hallway, her eyes lighting up when she saw me. I pulled her close immediately, our mouths crashing together in a deep, hungry kiss. My tongue pushed past her lips, tasting her sweetness as our bodies pressed tight, her soft curves molding against my hardness. We kissed like we couldn't get enough, hands roaming over each other's clothes, building that fire that only we share.
Maureen broke the kiss just long enough to grab my hand and lead me upstairs to your marital bed, Alan—the one you two share every night. She glanced back at me with that wicked smile, whispering how this was where she would cheat on you again, committing adultery for the umpteenth time right there with me, in the heart of your home. We stripped as we went, clothes hitting the floor, until we tumbled onto your sheets naked and eager.
I started by laying her back and diving between her thighs, my mouth latching onto her pussy. I licked her folds slowly at first, savoring the wet heat, then sucked her clit hard, flicking my tongue over it until she arched and moaned. She tasted so good, salty and sweet, her juices coating my chin as I plunged my tongue inside her, fucking her with it while my fingers spread her wide. Then she pushed me onto my back and returned the favor, her lips wrapping around my cock. She sucked me deep, bobbing her head with expert rhythm, her tongue swirling around the head before taking me all the way to her throat. She gagged a little but kept going, hollowing her cheeks to pull harder, her hands stroking what she couldn't swallow.
From there, I explored every inch of her body with my tongue, licking her neck, sucking on her earlobes until she shivered. I trailed down to her breasts, lapping at her nipples, biting them gently before soothing with soft kisses. Over her stomach, dipping into her navel, then along her hips and thighs, even the soles of her feet, making her squirm and laugh breathlessly. I licked the crease where her legs met her ass, teasing her tight hole before returning to her pussy for more.
We fucked in every position imaginable, Alan, right there under your pillow, our heads buried in it as we lost ourselves. First, I flipped her onto her back in missionary, sliding my cock into her soaked pussy with one deep thrust. She wrapped her legs around me, pulling me closer as I pounded into her, grinding against her clit with each stroke. Her walls clenched around me, and soon she was squirting, her hot fluids gushing out, soaking the sheets and your pillow beneath us. We made such a mess, her squirt drenching everything as I kept thrusting through it.
She looked up at me, eyes glazed with lust, and told me how useless you are in bed, Alan—how you never make her feel this alive, never push her to these heights. But she added that you're a good husband otherwise, steady and kind, just not the lover she craves. Her words fueled me, and I flipped her over onto her hands and knees for doggy style. I gripped her hips and slammed into her from behind, my balls slapping against her as I reached around to rub her clit. She squirted again, harder this time, the spray hitting my thighs and puddling on the bed, ruining your pillow further with our combined wetness.
Next, she climbed on top in cowgirl, riding me reverse so I could watch her ass bounce. She ground down, taking my cock deep, her pussy milking me as she leaned back and squirted once more, the liquid splashing across my chest and onto the pillow we'd pulled over us like a secret blanket. We switched to spooning, my body curled behind hers, cock buried inside while I thrust slow and deep, building her up until another squirt soaked us both. Then side by side, facing each other, legs tangled as I fucked her steadily, her juices flowing freely and marking your bedding.
I fucked her so hard in that frenzy, Alan, the bed frame creaking and groaning under us, the headboard banging against the wall like it might splinter any second. We didn't care; the intensity only made it better. Finally, I couldn't hold back—I filled her up deeply, my cock pulsing as I pumped rope after rope of cum into her pussy, flooding her until it overflowed. When I pulled out, my thick seed dripped from her, landing right on your pillow, staining it with the evidence of our betrayal.
Afterward, Maureen and I cuddled up right there in your bed, our sweat-slick bodies entwined. We kissed lazily, my lips brushing hers, then her neck, as she traced patterns on my chest. It felt intimate, possessive, like we owned this space now.
But she wasn't done. Her hand slid down to my cock, stroking it until I hardened again under her touch. We fucked once more, passionately, pulling your pillow over us like a canopy, muffling our gasps. I took her in missionary this time, slow at first then building to a fierce rhythm, her nails digging into my back as she came around me. I filled her up again, thrusting deep to bury every drop inside her, our mess growing even larger on your ruined linens.
Alan, I'm proud of what we're doing behind your back—stealing these moments, claiming your wife in your own bed. But I like you as a person; you're decent, hardworking, and this isn't personal. I just can't resist fucking Maureen; it's my addiction, the rush of her body, her moans, the way she gives herself to me completely.
We stayed like that until 5pm, tangled in your sheets, fucking intermittently, talking in low voices, and laughing as Maureen mocked you gently—how you were out there earning the money while she played all day with me, indulging in the pleasure you can't provide. The bed was wrecked, the air thick with our scent, and as I finally slipped out before you got home, I knew we'd do it all again soon.
