Camille had told me to take 10 days offf from work months ago for this time. But didn't say why.
In that morning she informed me that Rob would he going to Australia for a week and wanted me to move in with her for a week whilst he was away. Camille said that she had planned everything and her mum Carol would be assisting in helping us keep this secret.
I pulled up outside Camille’s house just as Rob’s Uber disappeared down the street on that Friday afternoon. The second she opened the door I pushed her against the wall and we started kissing like we hadn’t seen each other in months. Her tongue slid straight into my mouth and I tasted the mint she’d just used. We kept kissing while she locked the door behind us, both of us already breathing hard.

She grabbed my hand and led me straight upstairs to the bedroom she shared with Rob. The bed was still unmade from that morning. We didn’t waste time. Camille stripped fast and I followed, then we headed into the bathroom and turned on the shower. Hot water poured over us while we kept kissing, tongues sliding together, saliva mixing and dripping down our chins. I pushed her against the tiles, lifted one of her legs, and slid my cock straight into her married pussy. She moaned loud, the sound echoing off the walls. I fucked her hard under the water, her back sliding up and down the wet tiles every time I drove into her. She came once before I unloaded deep inside her, filling her while she gasped my name.

We dried off quickly and went straight back to the marital bed. Camille lay on her back with her legs spread wide. I climbed between them and pushed back inside her still-wet cunt. We kissed constantly, swapping spit, tongues wrestling while I pumped her full again. I pulled out, moved down, and lifted her feet to my face. Her soles were soft and warm. I licked from heel to toe, sucked each toe one by one, then buried my face between both feet and breathed in the scent. Camille watched me worship her feet while she fingered her cum-filled pussy. I came back up and slid inside her again, unloading a third time while she wrapped her legs around me.

We stayed naked for dinner. Camille cooked while I stood behind her at the stove, my hands on her tits, my cock rubbing between her ass cheeks. We ate at the dining table but couldn’t keep our hands off each other. Halfway through the meal I bent her over the table, plates pushed aside, and fucked her from behind. Her tits pressed against the wood while I pounded her married hole. I came inside her again, watching my cum leak down her thighs onto the floor.

We moved to the sofa to watch TV but never made it through a full episode. Camille climbed on top of me, sank down on my cock, and rode me while the show played in the background. She leaned forward so we could kiss, our mouths open, tongues pushing saliva back and forth. I came inside her twice more before we finally went upstairs to sleep.

In bed we started slow but it turned intense fast. Camille got on all fours and I took her from behind, gripping her hips while I slammed into her. She kept moaning Rob’s name by accident then correcting herself to mine, laughing breathlessly between gasps. I flipped her onto her back and fucked her missionary, our bodies pressed tight, mouths locked together. I came inside her twice before we finally passed out tangled in the sheets.

Saturday morning we woke up already touching. Camille rolled onto her back and spread her legs. I climbed on top and slid straight into her cum-slick pussy. We fucked slow and deep at first, then faster, the headboard knocking against the wall. I came inside her, pulled out, and immediately pushed back in for round two. She came hard around my cock while I filled her again. We stayed in bed all morning, fucking in every position. Doggy, cowgirl, spooning, standing against the wall. Every time I came I stayed inside her as long as possible, making sure my load stayed deep in her married cunt.

Rob called while I was fucking her in missionary. Camille answered on speaker, voice steady even as I kept thrusting into her. She told him she was just relaxing at home, that the dog was fine, that she missed him. I pushed deeper while she talked, watching her bite her lip to stay quiet. When the call ended she laughed and pulled me down for a messy kiss, our tongues sliding together while I unloaded inside her again.

That afternoon we fucked on the dining table again. Camille lay on her back with her legs over my shoulders while I drove into her. Plates from lunch were still on the table. I came inside her twice before we moved to the shower for round three. Hot water ran over us while I fucked her standing up, her back against the tiles, my cock sliding in and out of her cum-filled pussy. She came twice before I filled her again.

We got dressed and Carol arrived to take the dog. Camille told her we were heading out for the day. Carol winked and said she’d cover for us. Once the dog was gone we left the house together, holding hands like a real couple. We kissed at the end of the street, not caring who saw. Carol met us at a café and the three of us spent the afternoon together. Camille and I kept touching under the table, her hand on my thigh, my fingers between her legs. We kissed openly while Carol watched and smiled. Carol stated that how proud she was of Camille. Carol stated that during her marriages she constantly cheated. She said she cheated on Camille's dad many times before they divorced. Carol said that Camille's dad was very abusive hence why she strayed. When she remarried she cheated on her husband with at least 12 guys. Carol stated that Camille had taken it to another level by bringing me into the martial home and bed. Something which Carol never did.

Back at the house before dinner we fucked again. Camille bent over the kitchen counter while I took her from behind. I came inside her twice before we sat down to eat. After dinner we moved to the sofa and she rode me while we pretended to watch a movie.

That night we made love for hours. Camille on top, then me on top, then her on all fours again. Every time I came I stayed inside her, pushing my load deeper. She kept telling me she loved me, that she wished Rob would never come back. I told her the same while I filled her again and again. We fell asleep with my cock still inside her.

Sunday morning started with Camille tying me to the bed. She used Rob’s ties from the wardrobe, binding my wrists to the headboard. She climbed on top and sank down on my cock, riding me while I was helpless beneath her. She lifted her feet to my face and made me lick her soles while she bounced on my dick. I sucked her toes one by one while she ground down on me. She came hard, then untied one of my hands so I could touch her while she kept riding. I came inside her twice before she finally untied me.

We spent the rest of the day in bed. Camille got her flip-flops and pressed them to my face. I licked the insides, tasting the warm leather and the faint scent of her feet. She smothered me with both flip-flops and her bare feet, making me smell and lick every inch. Both flip flops were the ones she wore in France last year when her Rob and Carol went on holiday. While I worshipped her feet she slid down and took my cock inside her again. We fucked slow and deep while I kept licking her soles. I came inside her 3 times that afternoon, each load pushed deep into her married pussy.

Monday we woke up and immediately started fucking. Morning sex in missionary, then doggy, then her riding me. I came inside her 2 twice before noon. We took a break for lunch but ended up fucking on the dining table again. I bent her over the wood and pounded her until I filled her up again.

Rob called while I was fucking her on the sofa. Camille answered and chatted normally while I kept thrusting into her from behind. She told him she was just watching TV, that everything was fine. I came inside her while she was still on the phone, watching her struggle to keep her voice steady.

That afternoon we fucked in the shower again. Camille on her knees sucking my cock first, then standing up so I could fuck her against the tiles. I came inside her, before we moved back to the bed for more. We spent the evening fucking in every position, me unloading in her again and again until we both lost count.

Tuesday we spent the entire day in bed. We started with slow morning sex, me on top, kissing constantly, tongues sliding together. I came inside her twice before we switched positions. Camille rode me, then we moved to doggy, then spooning. Every time I came I stayed inside her, making sure my load stayed deep. We ordered food and ate naked in bed between rounds. By evening I had filled her at least 4 times.

Wednesday morning Rob called again. Camille was riding me when the phone rang. She answered and talked to him while bouncing on my cock. She told him she was just relaxing, that she missed him, that she couldn’t wait for him to come home. I came inside her twice during that call, watching her bite her lip to stay quiet.

We spent the afternoon fucking on the dining table again. Camille lay on her back with her legs spread wide while I drove into her. I came inside her four times before we moved to the sofa for more. That evening we fucked in the shower, then back in bed until late. I lost count of how many times I filled her.

Thursday we woke up and immediately started fucking. Morning sex lasted hours. Missionary, cowgirl, doggy, standing against the wall. I came inside her 2 times before lunch. We ate quickly then went back to bed for afternoon sex. Camille tied me to the bed again and rode me while I licked her feet. I came inside her twice again.

That evening we fucked on the dining table again. Camille bent over the wood while I took her from behind. I came inside her 2 times before we moved to the sofa for more. We spent the night fucking in every position, me unloading in her again and again until we both passed out.

Friday morning we woke up and started fucking immediately. We spent the whole day in bed, only getting up to eat or use the bathroom. I fucked her in missionary, doggy, cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, spooning, standing against the wall. Every time I came I stayed inside her, pushing my load deep. By evening I had filled her at least 4 times.

Saturday we spent the day fucking on the dining table, in the shower, and in bed. I came inside her 3 times before dinner. After dinner we fucked on the sofa while pretending to watch a movie. I came inside her 2 more times before we went upstairs.

Sunday we woke up and immediately started fucking. Morning sex lasted hours. I came inside her 3 times before lunch. Afternoon sex on the dining table and in the shower. I filled her 2 more times. Evening sex in bed lasted until late. I came inside her 2 more times before we finally slept.

Monday we spent the whole day in bed again. Slow morning sex turned into intense afternoon fucking. I came inside her 2 times before dinner. Evening sex lasted until 4am. I fucked her in every position, filling her again and again until we both lost count.

Tuesday was our last full day. We woke up and started fucking immediately. Morning sex in missionary, doggy, cowgirl. I came inside her 2 times before lunch. Afternoon sex on the dining table and in the shower. I filled her 2 more times. Evening sex lasted until late. I came inside one last time before we slept.

Wednesday morning we woke up and immediately started fucking. We spent the day in bed, only getting up to eat. I came inside her 3 times before dinner. Evening sex lasted until 5am. We fucked in every position, me filling her again and again.

Rob called while I was fucking Camille in missionary. She answered on speaker and talked to him while I kept thrusting into her. She told him she missed him, that she couldn’t wait to see him, that everything was fine at home. I came inside her twice again during that call, watching her struggle to keep her voice steady.

After the call we kept fucking. I filled her twice more before we finally got up to change the sheets. We stripped the bed and put on fresh sheets, hiding the evidence of her adultery. We had a quick fuck in the shower while she washed away the evidence, then I helped her make the bed again.

I left at 6am, just as Rob was halfway home. Camille walked me to the door and we kissed one last time, tongues sliding together, saliva mixing. She told me this was what to expect when we were finally together. I walked away knowing those ten days had changed everything.

If only Rob knew what was happening in his house and bed......