Hubby’s Away, We Play

As soon as her husband hopped into the cab, Lisa was on her phone.

“He’s gone,” she texted. “Come over.”

Her phone buzzed a moment later. “I’ll cum where I want. Dress up for my cock.”

She hurried up the stairs to change. She had spent the last week getting ready for Richard’s visit. Her whole body was waxed and tanned a rich olive tone. Her dark hair was freshly styled into lavish curls. A thousand dollars of the most salacious and slutty lingerie hid in her closet, all of it recently charged to her husband’s credit card. She had even starved herself the past few days, a last ditch effort to further tighten her supermodel physique and empty her stomach for helpings of thick rich cum.

An hour later the doorbell rang.

Lisa slowly opened the door and revealed herself.

Richard soaked her in.

She stood in the doorway wearing a black sheer robe held by a single loose knot, barely concealing her black lace bra and panties. Fishnets and leather knee-high stiletto boots sculpted her legs. Her hair was up, her elegant necked adorned with a diamond-studded choke collar.

He grinned, handsome like a wolf. “There’s my favorite trophy wife.”

She batted her dark eyelashes at him. “Hi, handsome.”

“You know, for the past few months, ever time I fuck some girl, I bend her over and take her doggy style.”

“You trying to make me jealous?”

“You didn’t let me finish.” He rubbed his chin and looked her up and down again. “I fuck them from behind so I can close my eyes and picture you.”

She slowly undid the knot on her robe. “Well, maybe I can give you more than a mental picture.” The robe fell open exposing her frilly push-up bra and a luscious fleshy tunnel of DD cleavage. She leaned on her hip, her legs powerful and tan and toned, leading up toward a tight freshly waxed bald pussy. “My husband won’t be home for a week.”

He soaked her in. “What a shame.”

“For him,” she said.

He stepped inside and slammed the door and pulled her close.

“Christ almighty, I missed this body,” he said. “Fucking sensational.” His hands slipped under all the lace and groped her ass and came upon a jeweled butt plug planted between her cheeks. He shot her a devilish look.

“Just getting it ready,” she said. She arched on her tiptoes and kissed his bottom lip. “I’ve been clenching my ass all day wishing it was you.”

“Good girl.”

He smacked her butt and kissed her hard. As their tongues danced together he swept her up like a ragdoll and carried her to the living room. He dropped her near the sofa.

“Bend over.”

She gazed over her shoulder and eased on the back of the sofa. He knelt behind her and spread her legs and ripped down her panties. The butt plug glinted in her tight bubbly ass. He gave it a soft tug and she moaned at the erotic tingle.

His tongue drove into her and she gasped. Her legs opened wider to let him in.

“Jesus, Richard, that’s so fucking good.”

His tongue bathed the fleshy folds of her pussy, then circled her button and flicked over it. She reached back and grabbed his head.

“Eat it, baby. Eat it. Right there. Right THERE.”

She humped into his mouth, the jeweled nub of the butt plug pushing against the bridge of his nose. He grabbed it and slowly pulled it out as he eagerly lapped up the wet fleshy nub.

She cringed. “OH FUCK!”

The butt plug escaped her ass with a pop. She could feel his breath on her open asshole. Then his wet tongue. She bucked her hips back into his face. He slurped. He sucked. Feeding on her fuck holes. Juices streamed down her thighs. Her moans turned desperate.

“Don’t stop. Don’t stop, baby. Oh, right there. Make me cum. MAKE ME CUM.”

Her nails dug into the sofa cushions and she reared back and howled. Each muscle in her nubile body bucked and her pussy flooded his tongue with her tangy cum. He rose up and spun her around and they kissed and shared the juices.

“Does your husband make you cum like that?” he asked between kisses.

“Only when I’m thinking of you.”

“On your knees.”

She dropped and tore down his pants. The meat sprung free. Thick as hell. Pulsating bigger with each heartbeat. Its scent brash and pungent. Slightly smoky. Infinitely erotic.

“Good god, you’re huge.”

The ropey cock veins flexed and a thick bead of cock-honey oozed from the slit.

She licked her lips. “Mmm. That for me?”

He chuckled and flicked his hunky cock at her. Drops of milky precum sprinkled her face. She leaned in with her hands on her knees and opened her mouth to catch it.

“You like that cream?” he asked.

She batted her eyes at him and purred. “I wanna drink your hot cum. Feed it to me. Please. Please—”

Suddenly he bucked forward and the air was forced out of her lungs. His giant fleshy shaft pushed into her mouth and slid along her tongue. Savory precum soaked her taste buds with complex rich flavors. Her lips desperately clamped around his thickness and suckled the earthy taste. Glaring into his dark brooding eyes, she flashed her wedding ring and she cupped his balls. Her other hand feverishly rubbed her clit.

“I know what you need, you hot married big-tit slut,” he said. “And I’ve got it. Exactly what you fucking live for. My big fucking cock in your cheating throat.”

Her hand left her clit, dripping, and quickly gripped his cock as she worked it in out of her mouth, cupping and teasing his heavy balls in her other hand. Once his magnificent cock was covered in her spit he yanked her up by the hair and they kissed, long and deep.

“Are you my slut?” he asked.

“God, yes. I’m your slut, baby. I belong to you.”

He hooked her legs and lifted her easily. “Which way to your bedroom?”

“You wanna fuck me in my marital bed?”

“No,” he said.