Slumped in the armchair. Microwave clock burned 2:17 AM. Anniversary night. Brain drowned in jelly. Street cars hummed. No dog to bark her arrival. Kids vanished—Line overseas, Tom diving into uni drugs and sluts. Waited like a fool cuck.

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Door creaks. Carol saunters in. Jacket drops. ‘Waited, honey? So sweet.’ Voice drips honey. Lies.

The Suspicious Wait Ignites Forbidden Urge

‘Where? With who?’

‘Boring fucks.’ Buttons pop slow. Corsage splits. Tits heave, nipples hard peaks. Skirt pools at feet. Panties snake down endless thighs. Boom—shaved pussy gleams. Smooth lips pout. Inches from my nose. Musky heat slams me. Cock surges rock-hard.

‘What the fuck to your cunt, K?’

‘Finally see it? Hot or not?’ Arms cross under tits. Nipples stab air. Scent floods—wet promise.

Kneels between thighs. Zipper rips. Mouth engulfs cock. Sucks vacuum-tight. Tongue swirls head. Mounts savage. Slick heat swallows me balls-deep. Hips grind. Hair whips face. Perfume chokes. ‘Got a lover?’ I croak.

She shudders, cums gushing. ‘Fuck another first. Then truth.’ One thrust. I blast inside her.

Decision hits. Her game. I’ll play. Text later: Lunch. Office. No panties. She obeys. Door locks. Bend her over desk. Pound till screams echo.

She’s touring. Grind overtime with Jacobsen—fat boss, fifty-something, senator’s wife. Late feeds. Invite home. Scallops sizzle. Wine warms. Eyes lock. Plump hand grabs mine. Lips crash. Hands claw clothes. Pussy soaks fingers—familiar yet alien drip.

Explosive Acts of Cheating and Public Risk

Guest room. Ass up. Massive white cheeks frame gaping slit. Juice trails thighs. Slap right globe. Flesh quivers red. ‘Fat whore boss.’

‘Yes! More!’ Slap left. Harder. Waves ripple. Grab hair. Cock spears deep. Walls clench sloppy. Pound brutal. Cum erupts, fills her greedy hole. She spins, sucks clean—tongue laps every drop.

Morning ride. Spill it. ‘Fucked Jacobsen.’

‘Mmm, her curves turn you on?’ She cums wild. Confesses: ‘Tour studs. Young cocks. Love you still.’ Ice guts me. Divorce explodes family dinner. Slap stings. Clothes dumped on stoop.

New town. Mountains. Teach econ. Students swoon. Lola corners: ‘Check draft?’ Thigh touch—silk skin. Skirt hikes. Panties drenched. Kneels. Sucks pro. Tight teen pussy milks me dry.

Supermarket hunt. Blonde bombshell, big tits, panties rack. Bold line: ‘Think of cock ripping it off?’ CafĂ© bait. She bites. Fuck frenzy—kitchen slam, car backseat grind, ass-fuck: ‘Filthy bastard!’

Son’s grad. Spot Carol. Laughing goddess. Park collapse. She stalks. Knees hug. ‘Thong off. Now.’ Fingers wiggle black string free. ‘Lie back.’ Thighs part. Nose crushes wet folds. Tongue dives. Clit throbs huge. Licks frantic. She scans panicked—kids play nearby. Gush floods face. Nails rake scalp. Orgasms buck.

‘Divorce. Share all. Or nothing.’

Snowy knock. She returns. Plaid cuddle. Shower hisses. Snatch phone. Scroll frantic. No texts. Heart races. Clean? Doubt thrills. Paranoia cock-tease. This endless loop—jealousy, raw fucks, secrets. My hidden high. Transgression owns me. No one suspects. Pure, filthy bliss.

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