She stood up, unbuttoned his shirt—her hands slid over his abs, feeling the heat of his skin, the hairs beneath her fingers. He shrugged off the shirt as she opened his pants, yanked the shoes off his feet—a dull thud on the floor. Together they pulled down his boxers, his cock springing free—heavy, throbbing, a drop of precum at the tip. He ordered her to stand. In her heels, she towered over him slightly, her hips swaying seductively, her hands resting on her curves, a playful smile on her lips. He leaned forward, his fingers sliding up her thigh—rough, possessive—finding her slit, dipping into her wetness, rubbing her clit until her legs trembled, a soft whimper escaping her. He turned her around, unzipped her dress—the sound a quiet tear—revealing her back, her skin shimmering like silk. The red lace bra lifted her breasts, the fabric scratching her nipples, the crotchless panties exposing her glistening slit. My cage tightened as she shed the dress—it slipped over her hips, revealing her plump ass, its curves dancing in the light.

Clad only in lace and heels, she stood before him—a vision of pure sin. He turned her, grabbed her ass cheeks—his fingers digging deep, leaving red marks—she smiled, looked at me, her eyes ablaze. Our gazes met, she closed her lids, tilted her head back, moaned—a deep, raw sound that carried her lust through the room. He pulled down her panties—his nails lightly scraping her thighs—letting them slide over her legs, the heels staying on. Her slit lay bare—smooth, dripping, a sweet scent filling the air. His hand slid up, a finger dipping into her wetness, teasing her clit—her hips twitched, her mouth opened, an expression of pure lust I’d dreamed of a million times. It hit me that she’d take him raw—the condoms useless, a silent mockery.

He led her to the bed, told her to lie on her stomach—her face toward me, her breasts pressing into the sheets, her thighs slightly spread. “I want your husband to see you come on my cock,” he growled, his voice a dark storm. He lifted her ass—his hands gripped her hips, spread her cheeks—rubbed his cock against her slit—the tip gleaming with her juices, her lips parting invitingly. Slowly he entered, a deep gasp escaping her as his thick head stretched her—her walls quivered, gripped him. She moaned—a raw, animalistic sound—her nails clawing the sheets as he thrust deeper, filling her heat. “Oh my God…” she breathed, her voice breaking as he bottomed out—his shaft pulsing, her slit smacking with every inch. Her breathing grew heavy, sweat beaded on her forehead, her breasts heaved with each thrust as he found a rhythm—his hips slapped against her ass, a wet, rhythmic clap filling the room. His pace quickened, her breasts bounced wildly, her cries grew louder—her eyes half-closed, her mouth open, a look of pure surrender as the orgasm built in her. He brought her to the edge faster than I ever could—my small dick a joke in comparison, finishing too soon, leaving her empty. Guilt burned in me that she’d waited so long, but before she came, he pulled out—a glistening thread connecting his cock to her slit. “No, no, no,” she stammered, her voice a desperate plea, “keep going!” He laughed—a deep, primal rumble: “Tell me what you need.” “Fuck me!” she whimpered, her hips bucking toward him, her slit dripping onto the sheets. “Louder!” he commanded, his hand smacking her ass—a red print lingered. “Fuck me, fuck me hard, Master, please!” she screamed, her voice breaking as he slammed his cock back into her—a wet smack as he filled her. He thrust deep, her cries swelling into a crescendo, her slit clenching him, a sweet, heavy scent—sex, sweat, lust—wafting toward me. His skin glistened, muscles tensed as he took her—his hands dug into her hips, leaving marks. She made sounds—wild, uninhibited, a moan that rattled my bones—where with me she’d always been quiet. He went harder—his thrusts brutal, her body shaking, her breasts swinging, sweat dripping between them. She screamed—louder than ever—as he drove her to the edge again, then slowed, leaning forward—his breath hot on her ear: “Who owns your pussy, married slut?” She hesitated, he slowed further, nearly pulling out. “You, you own my married pussy, Master,” she gasped, her voice cracking with lust, her slit pulsing around him. He picked up speed—her skin shone, her breasts bounced wildly, sweat ran down her back. “Good girl,” he growled, “your pussy’s mine. You belong to me. No one else gets to fuck you, touch you.” “Yes, Master,” she moaned, her nails tearing at the sheets. “You come to me whenever I need you.” “Yes, Master,” she echoed—a sweet vow that struck me. Just before her peak, he slowed again—she whimpered, tears glistening in her eyes: “Please, Master.” He sped up—his hips slapped, a wet smack: “Beg me.” “I’m begging you…” she croaked, sweat dripping from her brow, her slit soaking his balls. “For what?” he asked, pulling her hair—her head lifted, her eyes met mine, a sea of lust—as he took her deeper. “I’m begging you… to come… deep… in my married pussy… Master… I’m begging you… to flood me with your cum!” she screamed—her words turned to a cry as he lost control, his cock twitching, hot, thick spurts filling her unprotected core—her walls milked him, she came hard, her screams echoing, her body collapsing, sweat and lust dripping from her, an orgasm that tore her apart.

I heard her whimper his name—“Olu, Olu”—a mantra-like moan as she found her voice again. She laughed—a free, sensual giggle that caressed my ears, her chest heaving. He rolled beside her, they kissed—their tongues danced wildly, their hands clung to each other, her nails digging into his skin. “Oh God, I didn’t know it could be like this,” she breathed—her voice trembled, her lips glistened with his spit. “I can give it to you as often as you want,” he growled, his hand sliding over her hip, kneading her ass, “but your husband can never touch you again.” My heart stopped—I waited for her no, but she moaned: “Anything you want,” her nails raking his chest, “whenever you want, wherever you want, just keep fucking me”—a plea that rang through the room, her slit still dripping with his cum.