I walked into our bedroom expecting nothing more than a quiet afternoon, but the wet slap of skin on skin and my husband's low grunt stopped me cold. There he was, mid-thirties, average build, pounding into my best friend on our bed. Her curvy body bounced under him, legs spread wide, his cock driving deep into her pussy with every thrust. "Fuck, your cunt's so tight," he groaned, gripping her hips. "Better than my wife's dried-up hole." She moaned loud, pushing back against him. "Harder, baby. Ram that dick in me. God, she has no idea how good you fuck." "Yeah, tell me how much better I am than her," he said, slapping her ass. "Way better. Your wife's such a prude. This pussy's all yours now." I stood frozen, heart cracking open. "What the hell?" I shouted. They didn't stop. He kept thrusting, looking right at me with a smirk. "Oh look, the bitch is home early. Watch how a real woman takes cock." My best friend laughed between moans, her tits jiggling. "Stay and learn
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