Adriana!

I throw on shirt and jeans without bothering with panties, slip on my sandals and go knock on Adriana’s door. This time, she answers it naked. My eyes go wide. She smirks, “Why put it on just to take it right back off?” She pulls me inside and shuts the door. She wraps her arms around my neck and kisses me aggressively with lips and tongue. I kiss her back just as hard and hungrily. I squeeze her full round ass and run my fingers through her long, thick hair.

“Mmmmm, you’re a good kisser,” Adriana purrs. “I’ll have to see what else you do well with that mouth.” I kick off my sandals. She takes my hand and leads me to her bedroom.

“Should I be worried about your husband?” I ask. I do feel a little concern, even if I was super turned on. Getting caught could be very bad for me and my employment status.

“No,” Adriana says dismissively. She sits down on the bed and lifts the hem of my shirt. “When Paul married me, he was 40 and I was 19. He had a very high sex drive and his first wife had lost interest. He wanted a nympho slut who would fuck him whenever he wanted, and that’s what he got.” With my shirt out of the way, she puts her hands flat on my chest and runs them down to my stomach. “Mmmm, nice. Soft and smooth.” She leans in to lick one of my nipples. I moan softly.

“When he was 40, he could satisfy me, and I was faithful. The last couple years, not so much.” Adriana suckles my other nipple, then scrapes it with her teeth. I moan louder. “He’s still a good fuck, so he still gets all the pussy he wants at home, but he doesn’t give me enough cock to keep me happy.”

She opens my pants and butterflies them. “Ooooh, commando,” Adriana coos. “Good choice.” Her eyes light up in lustful approval when she tugs my jeans down around my knees. She swirls her tongue around my already damp pussy and caresses it with her lips with a soft hum of pleasure. “Mmm. I love sweet young pussy like this. So tasty and hot...and so fucking ready for me.”

“Thank you,” I say huskily.

Adriana uses her fingers to trace up and down my labia and then slides two fingers inside, slowly fingering me as she talks. “If I want to find a slutty young girl to make me cum over and over and over—to eat my little whore cunt until I cum screaming—to appreciate the fact that my hot pussy is as tasty and wet at 36 as it was at 16—to let me ride her pretty little face for hours—I don’t think my husband has any right to complain. I’m happy to fuck him whenever, wherever, however, and as long as I do that, I’m fulfilling my end of the bargain. I’m protected, so what I do with my slutty little pink hole when he isn’t around is my business, not his.”

“So you’re—not worried?” I ask. I complete the sentence with difficulty when Adriana starts working her tongue around my clit.

“I don’t want him to catch me,” she admits calmly. “That’s why I’ve been so frustrated—I haven’t found anyone I could fuck often enough discreetly enough. That’s why I’m so pleased at the thought of having my very own private slut right next door.” Adriana grins at her choice of words, then gives my clit another tongue-lashing. “If you know how to use that talented mouth, my problems are solved.”

She lies back on the bed and holds her legs wide apart. She reaches down and spreads her big inner lips wide with two fingers. “Eat me, sexy,” Adriana commands. “Eat me out and make me cum all over your face.”