Monday afternoon with Sofia.

I pulled up round the corner from Sofia’s place like we always did, heart already pounding at the thought of what was waiting for me inside. The second I killed the engine my phone buzzed: cameras off, door unlocked. I slipped out of the car and jogged the short distance to her front gate, slipping inside before anyone could clock me. The cool marble hallway felt like another world compared to the heat outside.

Sofia was waiting just inside the door, barefoot, wearing nothing but a short silk robe that barely covered the tops of her thighs. The second the door clicked shut she was on me, mouth open, tongue sliding straight between my lips. She tasted like mint and the faint trace of the coffee she’d had earlier. I grabbed two fistfuls of her long, dark hair, twisting the silky strands around my fingers while she moaned into the kiss and ground her body against mine. We didn’t speak; we just devoured each other, lips smacking wetly, saliva mixing as our tongues wrestled.

She broke the kiss only long enough to take my hand and lead me down the hallway to the master bedroom. The air-conditioning hit like a wall of cold air, making her nipples visibly stiffen under the thin silk. The bed was already stripped down to crisp white sheets. The moment we crossed the threshold she shrugged the robe off her shoulders and let it pool at her feet. I stripped just as fast, kicking my shoes away, yanking my shirt over my head, shoving my jeans and boxers down in one motion.

Sofia climbed onto the bed on all fours and looked back over her shoulder, eyes sparkling with that wicked, unapologetic grin she always wore when we were about to ruin her husband’s sheets again. I crawled up behind her, spread her cheeks with both hands, and buried my face between them. My tongue dragged from her dripping pussy all the way up to her tight little asshole, licking broad, wet stripes before focusing on each hole in turn. She pushed back against my mouth, grinding her ass on my tongue while I alternated between long, sloppy licks and stiff, pointed thrusts that made her whimper and curse under her breath.

I spent a solid ten minutes just worshipping her feet after that. She rolled onto her back, lifted both legs, and I took my time sucking each toe, running my tongue along her high arches, licking the soft skin between every digit until they glistened. She watched me with pure delight, occasionally reaching down to stroke my throbbing cock while I sucked, smearing precum over her fingers and then feeding it back to me.

When she couldn’t wait any longer she pushed me onto my back and straddled my hips. She reached between us, lined my cock up with her soaked entrance, and sank down in one smooth motion until her ass was flush against my thighs. The wet, obscene sound of her pussy swallowing me whole filled the room. She started riding immediately, rolling her hips in deep, grinding circles that made her clit drag against my pubic bone. Every time she lifted up, thick strands of her juices stretched between us before she slammed back down, the wet slap echoing off the walls.

She spun around without pulling off, settling into reverse cowgirl so I had the perfect view of her ass bouncing and jiggling. Her dark hair swung wildly as she fucked herself on my cock, moaning louder with every drop. I reached up and grabbed two handfuls of that perfect ass, spreading her cheeks so I could watch my thick shaft disappear into her stretched pussy again and again. She leaned forward, hands braced on my shins, and started slamming down harder, the wet squelch of her cunt getting louder and filthier.

I couldn’t take it anymore. I sat up, wrapped an arm around her waist, and flipped us both so she was on her knees with me behind her. Doggy. I drove into her with one hard thrust that made her scream into the mattress. My hips slapped against her ass with loud, wet cracks as I pounded her, balls swinging and smacking her clit on every stroke. She pushed back to meet every thrust, her pussy gripping me like a vice, creamy white froth already coating my shaft from how soaked she was.

I reached forward, grabbed a fistful of her hair, and yanked her head back so her moans turned into full-throated screams of pleasure. She kept telling me how much better I felt than her husband, how she loved cheating on him in his own bed, how proud she was that she’d already planned to send the kids away again next week so we could do it all over. Every filthy confession made me fuck her harder.

I pulled out only long enough to flip her onto her back and shove her knees up to her chest. Missionary, deep and brutal. I folded her in half and drove straight down into her, the new angle making her eyes roll back. Her pussy was a mess—swollen, dripping, making the sloppiest sounds every time my cock bottomed out. I leaned down and sucked one of her nipples into my mouth, biting just hard enough to make her yelp and then laugh breathlessly, telling me to do it again.

Her legs started shaking. She clawed at my back, heels digging into my ass, pulling me deeper with every thrust. I could feel her pussy starting to pulse and flutter around me. She came with a long, broken scream, whole body locking up, juices squirting out around my cock and soaking the sheets beneath us. I didn’t stop. I kept pounding through her orgasm, chasing my own, the wet slap of skin on skin almost drowning out her hoarse moans.

When I finally came I buried myself to the hilt and unloaded deep inside her, pulse after pulse of thick cum flooding her already wrecked pussy. She kept rolling her hips, milking every drop, laughing softly between gasps as she felt me throbbing and twitching inside her. We stayed locked together, sweaty and panting, until my cock finally softened and slipped out with a wet gush of mixed fluids that immediately started leaking down her ass crack onto the sheets.

Sofia reached down, scooped some of the mess onto her fingers, and licked them clean with a satisfied hum, eyes sparkling with that same proud, unapologetic light. She told me she was already thinking about the next time—maybe even leaving the front door unlocked so I could walk in and take her wherever I found her. We both laughed at how reckless and fun it was, how good it felt to be so shameless in her marital bed while Paolo was none the wiser at work.

We didn’t bother cleaning up right away. We lay there tangled in the ruined sheets, her head on my chest, my fingers lazily tracing circles on her hip while we caught our breath and talked about all the other filthy things we still wanted to do before she had to pick the kids up. The air conditioner hummed quietly above us, keeping the room cool even as our bodies stayed hot and sticky from everything we’d just done. Neither of us felt even a flicker of guilt—just pure, gleeful satisfaction at how thoroughly we’d defiled the space that was supposed to belong only to her husband.

An hour later we were still sprawled across the wrecked sheets, the room smelling like sweat, sex, and the faint trace of her perfume. I had Sofia tucked against me in a tight spoon, my chest pressed to her back, my nose buried in her thick dark hair. Every slow inhale pulled her scent deep into my lungs while I pressed lazy kisses along the curve of her shoulder. My hand rested on her hip, thumb stroking the soft skin there. The knowledge that this was Paolo’s bed, that his wife was naked and leaking my cum between her thighs, made my cock twitch again against her ass. Just felt so good knowing that I was with anothers man wife in his bed.

I started moving my mouth lower. My tongue dragged a wet stripe from the nape of her neck down her spine, tasting salt and the faint musk of our earlier fuck. She sighed and arched into it, so I kept going, licking broad, messy paths across her shoulder blades, down the dip of her lower back, over the swell of each ass cheek. I marked her with my mouth—open-mouthed kisses, gentle bites, long licks that left shiny trails on her skin. She giggled when I sucked a bruise just above her hip, then moaned when I spread her cheeks and ran my tongue straight over her still-slick asshole.

She rolled onto her back without a word, legs falling open, and I climbed between them. My cock was already hard again, and I pushed straight into her soaked pussy in one smooth thrust. The wet sound was obscene. She was so full of my previous load that every stroke pushed creamy white cum out around my shaft, coating my balls and the sheets beneath us. I fucked her hard in missionary, hips snapping, the headboard knocking against the wall with every thrust. Sofia’s moans turned into full-throated screams as I bottomed out again and again, her nails digging into my back.

I hooked one of her legs over my shoulder and kept pounding, the new angle making her eyes roll back. She reached down and rubbed her clit in fast circles while I fucked her, her pussy clenching and fluttering around me. When she came she squirted again, a hot rush that soaked my stomach and the mattress. I didn’t slow down. I kept driving through her orgasm until her whole body shook.

We rolled onto our sides without pulling out. I kept thrusting from behind her, one hand gripping her thigh, the other wrapped around her throat so I could feel every moan vibrate against my palm. The angle let me grind deep against her cervix with every stroke. She reached back and grabbed my ass, pulling me harder into her, begging me to fill her up again.

After a few minutes she pulled off my cock and spun around, sliding down the bed until her mouth was level with my dripping shaft. She took me straight to the back of her throat without hesitation, tasting her own pussy and my cum on my skin. The wet, sloppy sounds of her blowjob filled the room—gagging, slurping, spit running down my balls. She looked up at me with those proud, wicked eyes while she sucked, clearly loving how filthy it was to clean my cock in her husband’s bed.

When she had me throbbing and ready again she turned around and got on all fours. I slammed back into her doggy-style, gripping her hips hard enough to leave fingerprints. The wet slap of my hips against her ass was loud and constant. She pushed back to meet every thrust, her pussy making those thick, creamy sounds as I fucked my cum deeper inside her. I reached forward and grabbed a fistful of her hair, yanking her head back so her screams echoed off the walls.

I flipped her onto her back once more, folding her legs up to her chest and driving straight down into her missionary again. This time I went slower but deeper, grinding my pubic bone against her clit with every thrust. She came again, legs shaking, voice hoarse from all the screaming. I kept fucking her through it until I felt my own orgasm building.

When I came I buried myself to the hilt and pumped another thick load deep inside her. She wrapped her legs around my waist and held me there, rolling her hips to milk every drop while we kissed—long, slow, deep kisses that lasted a full five minutes. Our tongues slid together lazily, tasting each other, neither of us in any hurry to stop.

Eventually she glanced at the clock and sighed. “Kids,” she said with a grin that showed zero remorse. We both laughed as we climbed off the ruined bed. She pulled on a simple sundress with nothing underneath, my cum already starting to leak down her thighs. I got dressed while she fixed her hair in the mirror, both of us still grinning at how thoroughly we’d wrecked the sheets.

At the front door she pulled me in for one last long kiss, her tongue sliding against mine, her hand cupping my cock through my jeans. “Text me when you’re free again,” she whispered against my lips. I kissed her once more, hard, then slipped out the door and headed back to my car around the corner, already thinking about the next time I’d get to fuck Paolo’s wife in his own bed.