I Bred My Husband's Mistress 50 Times

Sarah was so fucking horny...She was literally dripping into her already soaking panties.

She slammed the front door shut and kicked off her heels, the sound sharp in the quiet house. Her skin felt too fucking tight with need pooling between her legs.

She’d been wet for hours, the ache building through every meeting and every quiet moment at her desk. She peeled off her blouse as she walked down the hallway, nipples hard against the lace of her bra.

She dropped onto the edge of the bed and grabbed her phone. Her best friend, Lena, picked up on the second ring.

“Hey you,” Sarah said, voice already a little breathless. “I had to call. I’m losing my mind right now.”

Lena laughed. “That kind of day, huh?”

“Worse. I’m so fucking horny I can barely sit still. My panties are soaked through and I’ve been clenching my thighs together for the last three hours like some desperate teenager.” Sarah laughed too, but it came out shaky. “I swear I could ride the first decent cock I see and not even care who it belongs to.”

“Damn, girl. What set you off?”

“Everything. The way my skirt rubbed when I walked. The heat in the office. Thinking about getting bent over and fucked so hard I forget my own name.” Sarah squeezed her thighs together again, feeling fresh slickness coat her folds.

“Mark ruined everything else, but he didn’t kill this part of me. I hate it sometimes.”

They talked for a few more minutes about Sarah's ongoing divorce from her husband.

The fucker had cheated on her multiple times and sge just could not take it anymore.  She just had to leave.

“I should let you go. I need to handle this aching need before I explode.”

Lena wished her luck with a knowing chuckle. Sarah ended the call and tossed the phone onto the nightstand. The silence settled around her again, thick and heavy with her own arousal.

She stood long enough to strip completely. Her skirt slid down her legs, followed by the drenched lace panties. Cool air hit her overheated pussy and she shivered. She was glistening, lips swollen and slick, clit already peeking out, begging for attention. Sarah climbed onto the bed, knees parted wide, and reached into the drawer for the Rose.

The toy felt smooth and heavy in her hand. She clicked it on, the low hum cutting through the quiet. She leaned back against the pillows and pressed the soft, sucking mouth directly over her clit.

A low moan tore from her throat as the rhythmic suction tugged at her swollen nub. “Oh fuck…” Her hips jerked once, then settled into the sensation. The pull was warm, wet, relentless...like a mouth that knew exactly what she fucking needed. She kept the pressure firm, letting it draw her clit deeper into its embrace.

Just like her ex husband used to do... fuck!!

Sarah really did not want to need him like that...

Heat flooded her belly. She rocked gently against the toy, breath coming faster. Another moan slipped out, longer this time, raw and needy. Her free hand slid down her body, fingertips tracing through the wetness leaking from her entrance. Two fingers pushed inside easily, the wet, squelching sounds loud in the empty room.

Sarah’s head fell back. She pumped her fingers slowly at first, then faster, matching the Rose’s rhythm. The combined sensation made her thighs tremble. She could feel how soaked she was—every thrust of her fingers pushing more slickness out, coating her hand and dripping down toward the sheets.

Her moans grew louder, unrestrained. Short gasps turned into throaty cries as the pleasure built. She curled her fingers, stroking that sensitive spot inside while the Rose kept sucking hard on her clit. Sweat beaded on her skin. Her nipples tightened almost painfully. She pinched one, tugging sharply, and the spark shot straight down to her core.

The orgasm hit hard and fast. Her back arched off the bed, a broken moan ripping from her chest as her pussy clenched rhythmically around her fingers. The waves rolled through her, sharp and deep, making her toes curl and her legs shake. She kept the Rose pressed tight, riding every pulse, every aftershock, until the pleasure edged toward overstimulation and she finally pulled it away with a shuddering gasp.

Sarah stared at the ceiling, heart still thudding from the orgasm, her pussy still faintly pulsing between her thighs.

Her mind flashed back to the last time her ex husband had fucked her.  

It had been three months ago. She had come home late from work, stressed and wound tight, and Mark had actually been waiting. He’d pulled her inside, kicked the door shut, and shoved her back against the bathroom door before she could even drop her bag. His mouth was on hers, rough and hungry, hands yanking her skirt up around her waist.

“Missed this pussy,” he’d growled against her neck, fingers already shoving her panties aside. She was wet then too...always seemed to be for him. He’d pushed two thick fingers inside her without warning, pumping hard while his thumb rubbed her clit. Sarah had moaned loud, head knocking back against the wood, hips grinding down on his hand.

“Fuck me, Mark. Fuck me hard.” Her voice had come out desperate, needy.

He didn’t waste time. He freed his cock, thick and heavy, and lifted one of her legs around his hip. The first thrust slammed her against the door, stretching her open in one brutal stroke. The wet slap of skin on skin filled the small bathroom. He fucked her like that...deep, punishing strokes that made her tits bounce inside her blouse and her moans echo off the tiles.

“God, yes...right there,” she’d gasped, nails digging into his shoulders. Her pussy clenched around him, soaking his shaft, juices dripping down her thigh with every thrust. He felt so good, so familiar, filling her completely.

He’d lasted longer than usual that night. After a few minutes he’d pulled out, spun her around, and marched her to the bed, bending her over the edge.

Her ass up, face down on the sheets, he drove back in from behind, gripping her hips hard enough to bruise. The new angle hit deeper, the head of his cock dragging against that perfect spot inside her with every stroke.

Sarah had been moaning nonstop, pushing back to meet him, the wet squelching sounds filthy and loud.

“Don’t stop...fuck me harder. Fill me up.”

He was pounding into her, grunting, when her eyes had fluttered open. His phone was lying on the bed right beside her face, screen lighting up with a new message from his secretary with her bright naked boobs peeking from the message, and a text "Missed you inside me today… wearing that set you like"

The nude photo hit her like ice water even as Mark kept thrusting, his cock slamming deep, balls slapping against her soaked pussy. She’d frozen for a second, the pleasure warring with the sudden sick twist in her stomach. But he didn’t notice. He just kept fucking her, chasing his own release, until he finally groaned and came hard, pulsing inside her.

She hadn’t come that night. He’d rolled off her, satisfied, and she’d lain there staring at the ceiling, the notification burned into her mind.

Back in the present, Sarah’s breath came fast again, but this time it wasn’t from pleasure. Her thighs were sticky, the sheets beneath her damp from earlier. The memory left a bitter taste in her mouth, mixing with the lingering ache between her legs.

She squeezed her eyes shut for a moment, trying to push the images away, but her body still remembered how full he’d made her feel… right up until the moment everything shattered.

Sarah reached for her phone again. Her fingers were still slick as she opened her messages to Mark. She typed without hesitation.

"I hate you so much and I can’t wait to be free from you, but my body is craving getting fucked against the wall. I just thought you should know."

She hit send, dropped the phone, and stared up at the ceiling, her heart still pounding.