Caught

The air froze. The man whose dick you were riding's wife’s keys slipped from her fingers, clattering against the hardwood as her eyes locked onto where you were still joined, his cock started twitching inside you violently. His grip on your hips went rigid—half in panic, half in unwilling arousal—as you slowly rolled your hips, milking him shamelessly.

"What the actual fuck" His wife’s voice cracked, staring at her husband, his dick deep in a blonde bimbo, many years his younger.

“Oh god—” you moaned, locking eyes with her, “his cock is so big—you must’ve loved this.”

His hips jerked involuntarily, a ragged groan escaping him as you clenched around him. His wife’s lips parted—horror, fascination, something darker flickering behind her stare.

“Get. Off. Him.” she screamed.

You arched your back with a whimper, lifting yourself off him slowly—so slowly—feeling every inch of him drag against your walls before his cock finally slipped free with a wet sound. A thick strand of cum trailed between his tip and your swollen folds before breaking, dripping onto the sheets beneath you.

Her fingers dug into your arm like claws, wrenching you backward as she screamed, "You disgusting little slut!" The air rushed from your lungs as your bare back hit the hardwood floor, her wedding ring leaving angry red marks on your skin.

"You're fifty, Michael!" she shrieked, her voice cracking as she shoved a trembling finger toward the bed where her husband sat frozen, his cock still glistening with you. "And she's—what—twenty?"

"18," you smile at her.

That did it.

Her scream ripped through the room like shattered glass. "OUT! NOW!" She dragged you up, and out off her bedroom, you winked at her husband on your way out. Only when you passed Barry in the hallway did you come to your senses, what you had just done filled you with horror, you'd become a girl, and slept with your friends father... twice.

That horrow became worse, as his mum thew you outside, naked, for all to see, screaming about how you were a whore.