I pulled up to the house just after four on Friday knowing Rob was stuck at some boring work event. Camille opened the door in a tight top and shorts and the second it clicked shut behind me we were all over each other. Our mouths crashed together right there by the stairs, tongues sliding deep, saliva mixing as we kissed like we had been starving for weeks. I grabbed her ass and yanked her against my already hard cock while she clawed at my shirt, ripping it open and sending buttons flying. We stumbled up the stairs still kissing, hands everywhere, and she laced her fingers through mine to pull me straight into the bedroom she shares with Rob.

She looked me in the eyes and said this is our room now. That was all it took. We tore the rest of our clothes off in a frantic rush, fabric hitting the floor as our bodies pressed together again. Camille pushed me back just long enough to climb onto the big marital bed and stretch out on her back, legs spread, waiting. I climbed on top and started licking her everywhere, dragging my tongue across her neck, her tits, her stomach, marking every inch with thick wet trails of spit. She moaned and ran her fingers through my hair, telling me I own her, that Rob doesn’t matter, that I should forget he even exists. I licked lower, coating her inner thighs, then back up to her nipples, sucking and slobbering until they glistened. By the time I finished she was shiny with my saliva from throat to toes.

Camille sat up, pushed me onto my back and wrapped her lips around my cock without hesitation. She took me deep, gagging and drooling down my shaft, spit running over my balls while she bobbed her head fast and messy. Strings of saliva connected her mouth to my cock every time she pulled off to breathe. She looked up at me with watery eyes and kept going, throat working, cheeks hollowing, making the sloppiest, wettest sounds possible right there on the bed she sleeps in with her husband.

I flipped her onto her back and buried my face between her legs. My tongue worked her pussy in long, filthy strokes, sucking her clit hard while two fingers pumped inside her. She screamed and bucked, grabbing my hair, telling me Rob has never found her spot, that only I know how to make her lose it. Her juices coated my chin and I kept licking, swallowing every drop, making her legs shake. When she was dripping and desperate I grabbed her ankles, lifted her feet to my mouth and sucked each toe one by one, running my tongue between them, getting them just as wet and shiny as the rest of her body.

I dragged her to the very edge of the bed, lined my cock up and slammed into her soaked pussy in one thrust. Camille cried out, legs wrapping around me as I started pounding her hard and fast. The headboard banged against the wall with every thrust. Her tits bounced wildly and she kept moaning my name, telling me how much better I feel than Rob, how she loves cheating on him in their own bed. I leaned down and we kissed again, tongues wrestling, swapping thick spit while I kept driving my cock deep.

I pulled out, spun her around and bent her over the mattress. Her ass was up, face pressed into the sheets that still smelled like Rob’s cologne. I gripped her hips and slammed back inside, fucking her like I wanted to break her. The wet slapping sounds filled the room. Camille pushed back against every thrust, begging for more, telling me to ruin her for her husband. I reached around and rubbed her clit while I pounded her, feeling her pussy clench and flutter around my cock.

When her legs started to give out I lay back on the bed and pulled her on top. Camille straddled me and sank down on my cock with a long moan. She rode me like she was possessed, bouncing hard, grinding her clit against me, tits swinging. She screamed when she came, squirting all over my cock and the sheets, her juices soaking everything beneath us. She didn’t stop, just kept riding through the orgasm, pussy making loud wet noises every time she dropped down. I reached up and squeezed her tits, pinching her nipples while she kept bouncing and squirting again in little bursts.

I flipped her onto her back for missionary, hooked her legs over my shoulders and drove in deep. We kissed the whole time, mouths open, tongues sliding together, swapping spit in long messy kisses. Camille kept whispering how much she loves this, how proud she is to be my dirty little cheater, how Rob could never make her feel this way. I fucked her harder, the bed creaking loudly, until I felt my balls tighten. I buried myself to the hilt and unloaded, pumping thick ropes of cum deep inside her married pussy. She moaned and held me close, telling me to fill her up, to mark her as mine.

We stayed like that for a while, kissing softly, my cock still inside her, cum leaking out around the base. She kept telling me she loves me, that this affair is the best thing that ever happened to her. I told her the same, running my hands over her body while we caught our breath.

My cock never really went soft. Camille noticed and started stroking it again, getting it rock hard in seconds. We went at it a second time, even filthier than the first. I fucked her in every position we could think of: her on all fours again, me standing while she bent over the dresser, her riding reverse cowgirl so I could watch my cock disappear into her cum-filled pussy, then back to missionary with her ankles by her ears. Every thrust pushed more of my previous load out of her, making everything even sloppier. Camille kept talking the whole time, proud and shameless, saying how much she loves betraying Rob, how she wants my cum inside her when he gets home so she can feel it while she kisses him hello. She came again hard, squirting on my cock while I pounded her, then I flipped her onto her stomach and fucked her prone, grinding deep until I unloaded a second massive load straight into her womb.

We were both shaking and covered in sweat and spit when my phone buzzed. Rob had texted that he was on his way home. Camille smiled, kissed me deep one more time and said she didn’t care, that she wanted to keep my cum inside her all night. We got dressed slowly, still touching and kissing. At the door she pulled me in for one last long sloppy kiss, tongues dancing, and whispered that she loves me and can’t wait until next time we fuck in their bed. I walked out knowing she’d be waiting for Rob with my cum still dripping down her thighs.