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I could only imagine my very own husband’s cock, massaging deep inside that dirty little whore’s lucky pussy, pushing against her g-spot and intent on delivering the sort of climax that any of the guys her own age would have needed a miracle to give her. But Trent was a natural, and as I watched Polly’s expression of anxious, lustful constraint, I smiled wide. My lips grew with satisfaction as I watched the young model getting pounded senselessly. I envied her and I found myself so jealous that I found myself hoping that it proved almost too much for her; I couldn’t decide which was rifer across my mind. I wanted to be the veteran; the woman that could easily tame a tiger like Trent, while a

No one had better than us, and the housewife that lived here was about to learn it. The footsteps reached the door. I could tell they were a woman's. The unmistakable sound of slippers on hardwood floors. She opened the door, her face lighting up as she saw me smiling at her. I knew I was handsome. My wife told me all the time. It was why she cast me to star in her pornos. "My hello, young lady," I said, my smile growing. "I was wondering if I could take a moment of your time to show you what naughty delights I have in my little case here." I lifted it and tapped the side.

Her voice was so sexy. "Fuck....!" I cursed and groaned deeply as she cupped my bulge in her palms. My breath raced faster and became deeper. I could feel my hunger rising too. She grabbed it again massaging it gently while my body quivered as I tried to stiffle a groan. She came in front of me with the most horny look I had ever seen then she stuck two fingers into her mouth and sucked it like it were my dick. To top it, she was moaning to it. She popped her fingers out her mouth and began rubbing her lower lip with a finger.

They really didn't know when to give up. And seeing that they were done, I slowly took out my phone and held it high in front of everyone, growling coldly, "Have it your way. Now, for those who actually care about the truth, watch this." With that, I played the security footage on the yacht that I saved in my phone, which captured everything with the perfect angle. Hence, everyone saw in high-definition how Heidi had changed tampons in front of everyone, and then pompously dismissed my warnings as being a buzzkill and jumped into the sea despite period bleeding.

I flinched so hard, I lost my balance and fell on my butt and trust me, the shit hurt like hell, it felt as if hot rocks had been implanted on my butt. “Sleeping on the bed obviously.” I replied, my voice louder and deeper than intended… I was in pain and I was angry as well. “I see you've grown some wings, wifey,” he had a devilish smirk on his face. Did he just call me WIFEY? I swear I asked internally but maybe I had said it out loud somehow. “Are you not my wife?” He asked, taking off his wristwatch. What the hell had come over him?

Brooke started moaning louder as her pussy got used to him. “Oh fuck, yes,” she cried. “Fuck me.” “Oh, he’s gonna fuck you alright,” I told her, pulling my fingers out of her mouth. Her eyes were rolled back, completely lost in pleasure while the nerd used all his strength to wreck her. “Oh God, yes…” She was a moaning mess now, and it turned me on like crazy. I slammed my mouth against hers, kissing her deep while another man’s cock pounded in and out of her. Knowing she was my wife made my dick throb so hard I thought I was going to explode.

My fingers went stiff before I could even turn the key in the lock. I stood there in a daze. Faint and unusual sounds came from within the house. I could clearly tell it was my wife's voice, and there was a man with her. They were both in my own home, engaged in something illicit. I heard a crisp smack, and my wife's voice became even more provocative. I clenched my hands into fists so tight that my veins were bulging. An indescribable ball of rage filled my chest. "Fuck!" I cussed under my breath.

Monica was there, at the center of it all, surrounded by a group of women who looked like they belonged in a music video. They were drinking, smoking, and dancing like the place was a strip lounge. My heart dropped. Jack let this happen in his house? “Sweetheart, there you are! Come join us!” one of the women chirped the moment she saw me. As if on cue, the music lowered slightly, and everyone turned to look at me. Monica twirled around and strutted toward me like a cat ready to pounce. “Well, well. So this is the husband-snatcher I’ve been telling you girls about,” she purred with a malicious grin. “Can you believe she actually thinks she runs this house? Does she think she can control my h

I turn my behind towards him as I bend over, allowing his two fingers to slide inside me. He moans and his legs open automatically. I go up onto my knees and circle my hips to ride his fingers. I play with my nipples, and my eyes hold his. "Oh, you feel so good," I whisper. "I need you," I moan. "You can't ever tell my husband about this." His fingers pump me aggressively. I can tell he's losing control and it makes me smile down on him. "Do you like fucking other men's wives Mr Bancroft?" I whisper as I roll my hips.