This was our last meet of the week as Alan would be off work from Friday and was finishing work on Thursday slightly earlier.
It was Thursday, the final day before the Easter break stretched out ahead like a promise of endless indulgence. I had been visiting Maureen every day that week, our secret rhythm building to this crescendo. I parked my car down the road, out of sight from prying eyes, my heart pounding with anticipation. My phone buzzed with her message, a simple invitation to come inside, and I knew the front door would be left ajar, just as she arranged it. Slipping through the entrance, I climbed the stairs quietly, drawn to our heaven, our safe space, our fuck den—the marital bed where Alan's world collided with ours in the most delicious betrayal.
She was waiting there, already naked, her skin flushed and inviting under the soft afternoon light filtering through the curtains. The moment I stepped into the room, she jumped on me, her body pressing against mine with urgent need, her lips crashing into my mouth in a fierce kiss. Her hands roamed hungrily, tugging at my shirt, yanking down my pants, stripping me bare until we were both exposed, skin to skin. The bed was prepared just for us, Alan's pillows propped up in the center like a throne of defiance. As the ultimate sign of disrespect, she had draped his West Ham claret and blue dressing gown over his pillow, the fabric soft and mocking. She explained breathlessly that she was running out of pillowcases because of how much we had been fucking, the evidence of our passion soaking through everything.
Our kiss deepened, tongues tangling in a dance of deceit and spite, her mouth tasting of forbidden desire. I could feel the thrill of her betrayal pulsing between us, the way she reveled in pulling me into this space that belonged to another man. She guided me down onto the bed, positioning me so my ass settled comfortably over the pillow and dressing gown, the scent of Alan's cologne faint beneath me, a humiliating cushion for our lust. Maureen knelt between my legs, her eyes locked on mine with wicked intent, and took my cock into her mouth, sucking hard and deep. Saliva dripped from her lips as she spat on my shaft, coating it slickly, her tongue swirling around the head before she plunged down again, gagging slightly but pushing further. Between slurps and sucks, she muttered insults about Alan, calling him oblivious and pathetic, her voice muffled around my throbbing length, fueling the fire of our disrespect.
I groaned under her assault, my hands fisting in her hair as she bobbed relentlessly, her spit trailing down my balls. But I wanted to return the favor, to worship her the way she deserved. I pulled her up, flipping our positions so she lay back over the pillows and dressing gown, her ass sinking deep into the plush mockery of Alan's territory. Her legs spread wide, pussy glistening with arousal, and I dove in, my mouth latching onto her folds. I licked her clit with firm strokes, sucking the sensitive nub while my tongue delved inside her wetness. She screamed, her hips bucking wildly, hands shoving my head deeper into her heat, grinding against my face as juices smeared across my chin. Her cries echoed through the room, raw and unrestrained, her body trembling as I ate her out with fervor, fingers joining to pump into her tight channel.
When she was on the edge, quivering and soaked, I couldn't wait any longer. I rose up, positioning myself between her thighs for missionary, her ass still elevated on Alan's pillow and dressing gown. It felt so comfortable, so right, the way it cradled her, making her eyes light up with joy at the sheer audacity. As I slid my cock into her pussy, inch by inch, stretching her walls, I leaned down to capture her feet, licking the arches and sucking on her toes, the salty taste mixing with our shared sweat. She moaned loudly, her body arching to meet my thrusts, our rhythm building slow and deep at first, then faster, harder. My hips slammed into hers, cock plunging to the hilt each time, her pussy clenching around me like a vice. The disrespect amplified every sensation, her happiness radiating through her gasps and writhes.
She pushed me onto my back next, straddling me with her ass now over the pillows and dressing gown—no, wait, it was my ass sinking into them this time as she mounted me, her pussy enveloping my cock in one swift descent. She rode me hard, grinding her hips in circles, her breasts bouncing with each bounce. Her hands braced on my chest, nails digging in as she chased her release, and when it hit, she squirted fiercely, her juices gushing over my cock and splashing onto the dressing gown below, soaking Alan's prized possession in her ecstasy.
We shifted again, her on all fours for rampant doggy, but with a twist—her pussy hovering just above Alan's pillows and his West Ham dressing gown as I gripped her hips and humped into her from behind. My cock pistoned in and out, balls slapping against her clit, the bedhead banging rhythmically against the wall with every forceful thrust. She moaned incessantly, a symphony of pleasure and sin, laughing breathlessly between cries as she confessed her deep love for Alan yet her insatiable craving to fuck me. The duality thrilled her, turning her into a wild, different creature in my arms, all spite and fire. We laughed together at the adultery, the bed creaking under our frenzy, her ass cheeks rippling with each impact.
I couldn't hold back the building pressure any longer. Flipping her onto her back once more, her ass propped high on the pillows and dressing gown, I drove into her in missionary, our bodies slick and entangled. As climax neared, I shouted "FOR ALAN!!" As Maureen laughed, dedicating this load to Alan wishing him a hollow happy Easter, and with a loud gasp, I unloaded deep into her pussy, ropes of cum flooding her depths. I held myself buried there for minutes, our lips locked in tender kisses, her walls milking every drop. When I finally pulled out, cum dripped from her swollen lips, staining the dressing gown further, a permanent mark of our conquest.
We collapsed under the duvet, bodies entwined in the afterglow. I traced lazy patterns on her skin, kissing her neck, her shoulders, reigniting the spark with gentle caresses and soft licks along her collarbone. Foreplay unfolded slowly, my fingers teasing her nipples to peaks, her hand stroking my cock back to hardness. The warmth of the bed enveloped us, a cocoon of intimacy amid the chaos we'd wrought.
Energized again, I positioned her over Alan's pillows and that stupid Hammers dressing gown, her ass elevated invitingly. We made love then, slow and passionate, my cock sliding into her cum-slick pussy as I kissed her deeply, our tongues exploring with aching tenderness. She moaned into my mouth, her body undulating beneath me, whispering how alive she felt, how she adored fucking me like this. All the while, she spat disrespect at Alan, mocking how he slaved away making money while she reveled in their marital bed, turning it into our playground of pleasure. Her words spurred me on, thrusts deepening, hips grinding to hit that spot inside her that made her shudder.
The kissing intensified, her arms pulling me impossibly close, legs wrapping around my waist to hold me deep. I creampied her again, spilling hot seed into her core, and as I withdrew, more cum oozed out, dripping onto the already ruined dressing gown, darkening the fabric with our shared release.
Maureen cradled me in her arms afterward, holding me like a young cub nurturing its own, her lips brushing mine in soft, lingering kisses. We stayed like that, basking in the connection, her heartbeat steady against my chest.
Eventually, we moved to the shower, the steam rising around us as water cascaded over our bodies. Playful splashes turned to heated touches, my hands soaping her curves, fingers slipping between her legs to tease. She dropped to her knees, sucking my cock under the spray, water mixing with her saliva. I lifted her against the tile, legs around my hips, and fucked her standing, the slap of wet skin echoing. She came with a cry, and I followed, creampieing her one last time, cum mixing with the shower's flow down her thighs.
Dressed at last, we stripped the bed together, the sheets heavy with the evidence of our dirty session—stains and scents that screamed of our affair. As I helped her remake it, our fingers brushed, a final spark of promise for the break ahead as we shared a final long deep kiss.
If Alan wasnt on his way home I would have stayed a bit longer.
Our forbidden lusts will continue soon.....
