Last Friday morning, after Alan finally dragged himself back to the office following his knee injury recovery, I headed over to their house. Maureen had been texting me nonstop, her messages dripping with desperation, begging me to come fuck her senseless now that her useless husband was out of the way. She was so fed up with him hobbling around the house, unable to satisfy her for weeks, leaving her pussy aching and untouched. I loved how she spilled all that frustration, calling him a pathetic limp-dicked invalid who couldn't even get hard without wincing in pain. It turned me on, knowing she craved my cock to fill the void he never could.

Maureen gives me the green light to come inside.

I knocked on the door, and Maureen flung it open, wearing her favorite black lace dressing gown that clung to her curves like a second skin, the fabric so sheer I could see her hard nipples poking through and the shadow of her shaved pussy lips beneath. Nothing else on her body, just that teasing gown barely tied at the waist.

Her eyes locked on mine with raw hunger, and she yanked me inside, slamming the door shut. Our lips crashed together in a fierce kiss, tongues thrusting deep into each other's mouths, her hands clawing at my shirt as I gripped her ass cheeks, squeezing the firm flesh while she ground her hips against my growing bulge.

We stumbled toward the stairs, lips never breaking apart, her saliva mixing with mine in sloppy, wet kisses that left our chins slick.

Upstairs in their marital bedroom, Maureen quickly draws the curtains to hide her adulterous secrets. She shoved me against the wall, devouring my mouth while tugging my shirt over my head. I untied her gown, letting it slide off her shoulders to pool at her feet, exposing her full breasts heaving with each breath and her dripping wet pussy already glistening. She yanked down my pants, freeing my throbbing cock, and we stripped the rest off in a frenzy, clothes scattering across the floor. Naked now, we tumbled onto the bed, her body pressing hot against mine as our kisses grew even more frantic, her teeth nipping at my lower lip while I sucked on her tongue.

I lay back on the marital bed, the sheets still smelling faintly of Alan's cologne, and Maureen grinned wickedly, reaching for his pillow from the headboard. She dragged it slowly down my chest, the soft fabric teasing my skin, then lower over my abs until she rubbed it firmly up and down my hard cock, the pillowcase soaking up the precum leaking from my tip. 'Look at this,' she murmured in my ear, her voice husky with disdain, 'Alan's pathetic pillow getting a real man's cock for once, not that limp noodle he calls a dick.' I groaned as she positioned the pillow under my ass, lifting my hips slightly, then straddled my legs and bent down to wrap her lips around my shaft.

Her mouth engulfed me, sucking hard and deep, her head bobbing as saliva poured from her lips, dripping down my balls and soaking into Alan's pillow beneath me. She slurped noisily, tongue swirling around the head before taking me to the back of her throat, gagging slightly but pushing further, her spit trailing in thick strings onto the fabric. I thrust up into her warm, wet mouth, loving how she degraded his pillow with her mess, turning his sacred spot into our playground. She pulled off with a pop, strings of saliva connecting her lips to my cock, and spat a glob right onto the pillow, rubbing it in with her hand while staring at me with those dominant eyes.

I flipped her onto her back, spreading her thighs wide to bury my face in her pussy. My tongue lapped at her swollen clit, flicking fast and hard, then plunged inside her slick folds, tasting her tangy juices as she bucked against my mouth. She screamed, her hands fisting my head pulling me deeper while her hips ground wildly. I sucked her clit between my lips, nibbling gently, and slid two fingers into her tight hole, curling them to hit her G-spot. Her body tensed, moans turning to guttural cries, and suddenly she squirted, hot liquid gushing over my tongue and chin, soaking the sheets as she thrashed and screamed my name, her orgasm ripping through her like a storm.

Panting, she shoved me back and climbed over me, grabbing Alan's pillow and shoving it under my hips again for leverage. She lowered her dripping pussy onto my cock, impaling herself in one swift motion, her walls clenching tight around me as she started riding hard. Her breasts bounced with each slam down, our bodies slapping together, and she leaned forward to kiss me fiercely, tongues battling while she moaned into my mouth. 'Fuck, you're so much better than that injury-prone loser,' she gasped between kisses, her hips grinding in circles. 'Alan couldn't even touch me without crying like a baby.' I thrust up to meet her, our passionate fucking building the heat, her screams echoing off the walls as she rode me faster, pussy juices coating my shaft and dripping onto the pillow.

She spun around into reverse cowgirl, her ass cheeks spreading as she sank back down, bouncing vigorously while I watched my cock disappear into her. Her hands braced on my thighs, she arched her back, moaning loudly with each descent, the bed creaking under us. I slapped her ass, leaving red marks, and she yelped in pleasure, squirting a little with the impact. Then I pulled her off and positioned her on all fours over the pillow, her face pressed into the mattress as I rammed into her from behind. My hips pounded against her ass, cock driving deep into her pussy, her screams muffled but intense as she clawed at the sheets. She squirted again, her juices spraying back onto the pillow, soaking it through while I gripped her hips, fucking her relentlessly.

I humped her harder over the pillow, my body covering hers, lips finding her neck for more sloppy kisses as sweat slicked our skin. She turned her head, our mouths meeting in a heated clash, tongues swirling while I kept thrusting. Flipping her onto her back missionary style, I pinned her legs wide and pounded into her, our eyes locked in raw lust. She wrapped her arms around my neck, pulling me down for endless kisses, moaning into each one as my cock stretched her. I lifted her feet to my mouth, sucking on her toes one by one, licking the soles while she writhed beneath me, then spat on her breasts, rubbing the saliva over her nipples before licking it off, my tongue tracing every inch of her body.

Her disrespect fueled me—'Alan's such a fucking joke, couldn't make me cum if his life depended on it,' she panted, her dirty words making her even hornier, that aggressive side of her driving me wild. I loved how filthy she got, no holds barred, her pussy gripping me tighter with every insult. As climax built, I thrust deeper, her screams peaking, and I creampied her hard, pumping rope after rope of hot cum into her depths. She milked me with her contractions, and as I pulled out, my seed dripped from her pussy onto Alan's pillow, mixing with her squirt in a messy puddle.

We collapsed into each other's arms, bodies entwined on the soaked bed, her head on my chest as we shared soft, lingering kisses for half an hour. Her fingers traced my skin lazily, our lips brushing tenderly between breaths, the afterglow wrapping us in warmth while the pillow lay ruined beside us. If only these walls could talk and tell Alan what I've been doing to his - or what his wife has been doing to me lol.

But Maureen wasn't done—her hand slid down to stroke my cock back to life, her eyes gleaming with that insatiable hunger. 'One more time, over his worthless pillow,' she whispered, pushing me onto my back and grabbing it again, sliding it under me. She mounted me once more, riding with renewed fury, her pussy still slick with our mixed fluids. We kissed passionately, her moans growing louder as I thrust up, then she flipped to reverse again, ass slamming down until she screamed through another squirt, drenching the pillow further. I took control, pounding her from behind over it, her body shaking, then missionary where I licked and spat on her feet and torso once more, building to that explosive finish. I creampied her a second time, flooding her pussy until cum overflowed, dripping heavily onto the pillow.

Afterwards, Alan's pillow was a total wreck—dripping wet with Maureen's squirt, my thick cum, and globs of our combined mess, the fabric stained and sodden, a humiliating testament to how thoroughly we'd claimed his space. Maureen laughed, rubbing her hand through the wetness, her dirty, dominant energy still buzzing as she kissed me deeply, already hinting at next time.

Again Alan it's nothing personal, I've got to do what I got to do, unfortunately it just happens to be your wife.....