After Our Civilized Dinner, Paulas Husband Told Her It Was Time To Change.

After our civilized dinner, Paula’s husband told her it was time to change.

When I returned to the room, she was leaning over the stove. I told her to look at him and not stop.

Then, I slowly moved my hands up her smooth bronze legs. I pulled out my thick, heavy cock and pressed it between her ass cheeks through the fabric.

She gasped. She circled her pussy until she reached orgasm, her eyes fixed on her husband the entire time. Such a good girl. I lifted the gauze from her dress and moved my cock to her bare ass cheeks.

“Where do you want it?” I said, knowing the answer. Her eyes fluttered, still on her husband.

“In my pussy.” I spread her legs and lifted her ass, aiming it. Her juices kept dripping down her thighs as I circled her pussy. I soaked my cock with them, then pushed it hard into her pussy. She screamed and grabbed the abaya.

“Yes, yes,” she said. Her eyes widened. I looked and saw that her husband had just released his load. I circled her clit as I fucked her in the ass and she came a few more times.

Finally, I was ready myself, I thrust harder, grabbed her waist, and dug my fingers into her, knowing that I would leave finger marks for her to share with her husband for days.

His wife

and me were wrestling around, and her top came up while i tickled her , i lost control seeing her nipples , and pulled it all the way off .

she acted shocked when i dropped my pants but just sat there and let me get in top of her .

she said "you better not do what I think you're doing!"she just let me get in her face, and even opened her mouth when I grabbed her head and pulled it toward my cock. it was like i forgot her husband there. he kept quiet to see what would happen.

Are you excited that you're allowed to watch this time ?

Do you like seeing your pretty slutwife getting fucked by my bigger better cock ?

You're so funny sitting there with your little cock, trying to jerk it with two fingers .

I will pump her full of my hot load ,

was that too much for you ?

is your tiny gonna squirt ?

Haha okay , cum on the floor ,cucky boy

Then get ready to clean her up

I told

your wife she dressed , conservatively, and it offended her . so she left and came back in a skimpy little outfit . she said , see , i have slutty clothes .

husbans said , babe , you have never worn that out . you wear it for me when you want cock . upset , she statred frussing at him . i walked over and said when you want cock, huh ? its a slutty outfit. lets see how slutty you feel in it .i grabbed her waist and slid my hands to her boobs .

The husband had just purchased a limited edition official baseball jersey that cost him a few hundred dollars. With the store located just minutes from his girlfriend Evie’s office, he decided to pop in spontaneously one evening, knowing that she was working late and no one else would be there with her. He was hoping to get a little action with his girlfriend in her office.

Not finding her in her office, he walked toward the conference room after hearing a commotion behind a slightly closed door. The noise he heard was a combination of heavy breathing, furniture moving, and what sounded almost like diving. Near the door, he called out his wife’s name and was surprised to hear my voice instead of hers.

He heard me say in a humorous tone, “Oh, your husband is here!”

Even though I was friends with the couple, he was confused as to why I was with her at her workplace, especially after business hours. The closer he got to the conference room, the louder my breathing and his wife’s.

His wife's moan was: "...so big..." Of course he could hear it.

The wife said.. "I don't want you to stop but..."

"...but what?" I replied cheerfully.

"He's getting closer...he's getting closer!"

"...get him out...we have to stop!" His wife pleaded sincerely.

"He's coming!"

"...he's coming! You're coming! I'm coming!" “Everyone is coming!” I laughed.

“Is everything okay in there?” the husband said as he knocked on the door without looking inside.

“Yes!” the wife shouted. “Please don’t come in, we’ll be out in a second!”

“No, buddy, come in!” I said with a smile.

“Please… no!” the wife gasped, knowing her pleas were futile.

Then he opened the door. He was no fool, he knew what he was about to walk into. He knew all about my reputation, my big cock, and how close I’d been to his wife lately. However, nothing could have prepared him for the scene before him.

His beautiful wife was bent over the conference desk, holding onto the edges of the table. Her blouse was torn, her big tits were hanging out, her pants were off and her ass cheeks were thrusting behind my big cock. I was fucking his wife doggy style, with one hand holding her waist, the other pulling her brown hair.

“What is this?” I greeted the husband with a wink and a wry smile.

“I… oh… I’m sorry, baby…” the wife whispered to her husband, trying to look him in the eye as she slammed back and forth on my huge cock. She didn’t try to stop me, especially when we saw the husband pitching a tent.

Then I motioned for the husband to come closer with my index finger. He did so instinctively, and his jaw dropped at the sight of his girlfriend’s tight, wet little pussy, stretched to accommodate my huge cock.

“I want you to hit me hard, bro,” I said to the husband, pressing his hand to shake it, to which the husband responded awkwardly, dropping his new baseball jersey onto the seat next to us.

I was having sex with his wife in front of him at work

“Dude, go sit over there,” I said to the husband, pointing my head at the seat across from where we were having sex. “Front row seat!!”

The husband was so emotionally torn that he didn’t know what to do. He wasn’t thinking clearly. , but he also didn’t want us to stop. He was amazed by my big cock – even though he knew I had it, especially since I had conquered the love of his life. His beautiful, devoted wife – the girl he planned to marry one day – was bent over a desk at work, being kissed deeply by one of his best friends. His cock was about to burst through the zipper of his pants, but he didn’t want to take it out, especially in front of me.

Do you want me to stop? I asked, looking at my husband, smiling, as I grabbed a fistful of her hair, pulling it as I thrust faster and harder into her.

“I don’t want him to stop,” the wife pleaded, looking straight into her husband’s eyes.

As the cuckold husband rubbed his cock from the outside of his pants, I realized that he wasn’t mad at his wife. He wasn’t even mad at me. All he wanted to do at that moment was watch his wife at the mercy of my big cock.

“Don’t stop,” he said meekly.

“What is this?” I asked in a sarcastic tone. “I couldn’t hear you.”

"I said don't stop. Please don't stop," he said again, looking me in the eye, accepting the humiliation in front of me.

This sent the wife over the edge of ecstasy - her husband's request for me to have sex with her was too much, and she started to cum on my thick cock. The wife started to convulse, as she had so much excitement.