La Ninfómana

A young wife burns with desire and phones her lover while her husband is away. He rushes over, ready to prove he can outdo the husband. She is already panting when he bends her over and drives into her bare ass, each thrust sending her into wild orgasms. They move from bed to sofa, him pounding deep, her greedy mouth swallowing every inch he offers. The husband’s key turns in the lock. They scramble: she slips into a bathrobe, the lover hides. When the husband walks in she blocks the doorway, pretending to tidy up, while the lover steps behind her and quietly slips back inside her. She keeps chatting, but her breath catches. To keep her husband close she drops to her knees and takes him in her mouth. The hidden lover never stops thrusting, hips smacking softly against her big ass. The husband feels the odd rhythm, pulls back, and grins. “Why stop?” he says, already unzipping again. The three of them tumble onto the sheets, bodies pressed close, ready for every filthy fantasy the afternoon can hold.