Last Monday Camille threw a sickie at work so I could come round. Both her and her husband work at the same place. She had gaslighted him perfectly, telling him she was having women issues and pain in her stomach. He believed every word. I sat in my car around the corner, engine off, watching the minutes tick by on my phone. He had left just before eight, his car pulling out of the driveway and disappearing down the street. I gave it an extra five minutes to be safe, my pulse already hammering in my throat.

I walked quickly to her front door, keeping my head down, trying not to alert any neighbours who were leaving for work. The morning air was cool, but my palms were sweating. I knocked softly, three quick taps.

Camille opened the door almost instantly, wrapped in her soft white bath robe, her hair messy and her eyes bright with that familiar mischievous gleam. She pulled me inside by the collar of my shirt and pressed her lips against mine before the door was even closed. Her mouth was warm and hungry, her tongue sliding against mine as she kicked the door shut with her bare foot. The lock clicked into place.

I broke the kiss just long enough to whisper that Doctor C had arrived. She grinned against my lips and said she needed some of my warm cum inside to make her feel better. Her hand slid down my chest to grab at my belt, already working the buckle.

We headed upstairs to the marital bedroom, her hand in mine, pulling me faster. The house was quiet, sunlight streaming through the curtains, the bed still unmade from the night before. I could smell her perfume mixed with laundry detergent, the scent of their shared life clinging to the sheets. It only made me harder.

We kissed more as we reached the bed. I untied her robe and let it fall open, revealing her naked body underneath. She had clearly been waiting for me. Her breasts were full, nipples already peaked and hard. I pushed the robe off her shoulders and it pooled on the floor. She tugged at my shirt, buttons scattering as she ripped it open in her hurry. I didn't care. I pulled off my jeans and boxers in one motion, my cock springing free, already slick with precum.

I took her in my arms and lowered my mouth to her tits. She moaned as I sucked one nipple deep into my mouth, flicking my tongue across the sensitive tip while my hand kneaded the other breast. Her fingers tangled on my head, pulling me closer, pressing my face harder into her chest. I switched sides, giving the same attention to the other, biting gently and then soothing it with my tongue. Her moans were soft at first, then louder as I sucked harder.

We were completely naked now, bodies pressing together, skin against skin. I pushed her back onto the bed and she spread her legs without hesitation. I lowered myself between them, my mouth finding her wet cunt. She was already soaked, her juices glistening on her inner thighs. I licked her from top to bottom, slow and deliberate, tasting her arousal. She gasped and bucked her hips against my face. I wrapped my arms around her thighs and buried my tongue in her slit, lapping at her clit in long, firm strokes. Her moans turned into breathless cries, her hands gripping the sheets. She tasted incredible. I could feel her getting wetter, her hips grinding against my mouth as I sucked her clit between my lips and flicked my tongue rapidly. She came with a sharp cry, her body shuddering, her juices flooding my tongue. I lapped it all up, not letting up until her trembling subsided.

Then she pushed me onto my back and took my cock in her hand. She stroked me a few times, watching my face as she lowered her mouth over the head. Her lips wrapped around me and she took me deep, her tongue swirling around the shaft as she bobbed her head up and down. I groaned and gripped her hair, guiding her pace. She looked up at me with those eyes, full of lust and love, as she sucked me harder. Her mouth was hot and wet, her throat relaxed as she took me all the way down. I felt my balls tighten but I held back. I wanted to be inside her.

I pulled her up and turned her around, pushing her onto her hands and knees. Her ass was perfect, round and pale, her pussy glistening from my mouth. I lined myself up and thrust into her in one smooth motion. She gasped as I filled her, her back arching, her head dropping forward. I grabbed her hips and fucked her hard, slamming into her again and again. The bed creaked beneath us, the headboard knocking against the wall. She screamed my name, her moans echoing in the room. I reached around and played with her clit while I pounded her from behind, feeling her walls clench around me.

I pulled out and lay on my back. She straddled me in cowgirl, lowering herself onto my cock with a satisfied moan. She rode me slow at first, grinding her hips in circles, then faster, bouncing on my lap. Her tits swayed in front of my face and I reached up to suck them again. She leaned forward, pressing her chest against my mouth, her rhythm becoming frantic. I could feel every inch of her gripping me as she rode, her moans turning into screams.

I flipped her onto her side and entered her again, side fucking her with long, deep strokes. Her leg was hooked over my hip, my hand on her breast, my mouth on her neck. She buried her face in the pillow and moaned into it while I fucked her slowly, making her feel every inch of me.

Then I sat on the edge of the bed and she climbed on top of me in reverse cowgirl, her back to my chest. She took me inside her again, leaning forward so I could watch my cock slide in and out of her wet pussy. Her ass bounced against my thighs. I spanked her lightly and she moaned louder. I reached around and rubbed her clit while she moved on top of me, her body shaking as another orgasm built.

Finally I laid her on her back and spread her legs wide. I entered her missionary, slow, looking into her eyes. I lifted her legs onto my shoulders and lowered my mouth to her feet. I sucked her toes one by one, running my tongue between them, licking the soles of her feet while I fucked her. She squirmed and moaned, the sensation overwhelming her. I licked her arch, her heel, each toe, while my cock slid deep inside her. She was lost in it, her eyes half closed, her lips parted.

I felt my orgasm building and I didn't hold back. I thrust hard and deep, burying myself to the hilt, and spilled my cum inside her. Hot ropes of it filled her as I groaned against her foot, my entire body tensing. She cried out as she felt me release, her own climax triggered by the sensation. We lay there, sweaty and breathless, my cock still inside her as I collapsed on top of her.

We rested in bed for twenty minutes, tangled in each other. Her hand traced lazy patterns on my chest. I kissed her forehead, her cheeks, her lips. Every time I looked at her she smiled and kissed me again.

She played with my cock, soft at first, then growing hard again in her hand. She stroked me until I was fully erect and then climbed on top, sinking onto me with a satisfied sigh. She rode me again, the bed rocking beneath us, her moans turning into screams as I thrust upward to meet her. That's when her phone rang.

It was Carol, her mum. Rob had told her Camille was unwell and called to check in. Carol obviously knew what was happening. I could hear her laughing on the other end, asking if I was there. Camille tried to keep her voice steady but I kept thrusting, and she gasped into the phone. Carol said she would pop round to take the dog out, her voice amused. Camille hung up and threw the phone aside.

I flipped her onto her stomach and entered her from behind again, rough this time. I grabbed her hair and pulled her head back as I fucked her hard, no mercy, slamming into her as she screamed into the pillow. She came again, her body shuddering beneath me, her cries muffled but raw. I didn't stop until I was ready to cum again. I pulled out and turned her over, spreading her legs wide and entering her missionary once more. I fucked her fast and deep, feeling her wetness and my cum mingling inside her. I came again, pumping deep, filling her a second time.

She lay on top of me afterwards, her body limp and satisfied, and whispered that it was just what the doctor ordered. This was heaven. Being in another man's bed, fucking his wife who loved me, knowing that while he was at work I was buried inside her. We kissed again, soft and deep, every time we looked at each other.

We eventually went downstairs to see Carol who had not long arrived, keeping herself busy with the dog. She looked at us with a knowing grin. Her laughter followed me down the hall as she took the dog out, shaking her head at the excuse Camille had used.

Camille made us breakfast. We sat at the kitchen table wearing only our robes, eating eggs and toast, stealing kisses between bites. Her hand rested on my thigh under the table.

Afterwards we went upstairs again, this time to the shower. The water was hot, steam filling the small space. We stood under the spray, soap in our hands, washing each other slowly. I lathered her breasts, her belly, the curve of her hips. She soaped my chest, my arms, my cock, stroking me until I was hard again. The water ran over our bodies, slick and warm.

I pressed her against the tiled wall, the cool surface contrasting with the hot water. She wrapped her legs around my waist and I entered her, the water cascading over us as I fucked her standing up. Her moans echoed off the tiles. I thrust hard, the angle perfect, her nails digging into my shoulders. The water ran into her mouth as she cried out, her orgasm building quickly. She came around me, her body convulsing, and I followed soon after, filling her with my cum again. It ran down her thighs, mixing with the water. We kissed under the spray, breathless.

We dried off and stumbled back to the bedroom, still wet, towels tossed aside. I laid her on the bed and entered her again, slow now, savoring every moment. We fucked lazily, kissing deeply, her legs wrapped around me. I felt another orgasm building and I let it take me, pumping my cum into her once more. She held me tight, her legs squeezing, her moans soft in my ear.

We spent the rest of the day in bed. We talked, we kissed, we fucked again and again. We napped in each other's arms. Her phone buzzed a few times but she ignored it. The sunlight moved across the room, the hours slipping away like sand. When evening came and I had to leave, we dressed slowly, stealing the last moments. She walked me to the door, still in her robe, and kissed me long and deep. Her smile said everything as we both told eachother we love you.

I walked back to my car, still tasting her on my lips, her scent on my skin. The drive home was long but all I could think about was the next time.