Cover-up

Greg was tugging one out furiously that night at the office.

*Hot Lonely Japanese Wife gets fucked by Ripped Beach Stud (ANAL edition).*

Greg loved the storyline. Haruka, a 32-year-old woman married to Souta, a 33-year-old man. They were having a rough patch in their marriage — Souta not being so intimate. He was tired from work. Haruka was lonely. They went to a beach resort to spice things up, when Haruka started to get all this attention from men. Her large pornstar titties held by a flimsy bikini.

Soon a hot stud made a move on her and gave her the fucking of her life. Missionary. Doggy. Cowgirl. Standing. Pushed up against the wall. And of course, anal. Then dumped hot fertile seed into her cheating cunt. Greg loved the part where she hid her secret but remained romantically faithful to Souta. They even had a baby. Even though it wasn’t Souta’s. Haruka still loved him.

Greg came hard into his third tissue. Dry. Sticky. Some on his hands. He cleaned up and went to wash his hands. None the wiser that Nadia had cheated on him with Mark…

Nadia had desperately tried to eliminate Mark’s musky scent and her pussy juices from the couch. Greg and Nadia never had sex on the couch. Greg didn’t want to ruin the leather surface. She was dazed. Sweating. Panicking.

She got into the shower and washed herself over and over. Soap. Soap. Soap. She didn’t dare touch herself. She was such an idiot! Furious with herself. What have I done?! Tears streaming from her face as the water washed them away.

She binned the tights.

Then set out to make the best meal of Greg’s life. Homemade pasta. Kneaded the dough. Hauled out her pasta machine. Strings. Al dente. They had to be perfect. She made her authentic Italian sauce. Meat. Pulled beef. Greg’s favourite. Dessert. Homemade tiramisu. The smells were making her giddy.

She ran down to the store to get some strawberries and chocolate for chocolate covered strawberries… and his favourite diet soda.

Done! She marvelled at the dinner table. Amazing!

Greg returned from work, “Holy Moly! Is it my birthday or something?”

“No dear… I just wanted to show you how much I appreciate you,” she said, “working so many late nights lately.”

She smiled nervously. A tad pink.

He smiled. At the back of his mind thinking about his porn addiction… I have to tell her the truth…