Go Fuck Your Wife

The house is quiet except for the low hum of the ceiling fan and Tawny’s soft breathing beside you. She’s sprawled on her back, one thick thigh draped over yours, her heavy breasts rising and falling with each sleepy breath. The morning light filters through the blinds, painting golden stripes across her pale, freckled skin. You can still taste her from last night—sweet, musky, addictive.

Your cock is already thick and heavy against her hip, twitching every time you remember the phone, the videos, the cold AI numbers that proved what you already felt in your gut: you’re bigger. Thicker. More than twice what that loud, young stepson of hers is packing. The knowledge settles low in your balls like liquid fire.

You roll toward her, pressing your chest to her back, letting your hardening length nestle between her plush ass cheeks. “Morning, baby,” you murmur against her neck, voice low and rough with need. Your lips brush her ear, then trail slow, open-mouthed kisses down the curve of her shoulder.

Tawny stirs with a lazy, contented hum. “Mmm… again? You’re insatiable.”

“Only for you,” you whisper, and mean it. Your hand slides over her waist, cupping one heavy breast, thumb circling the nipple until it pebbles tight. She arches into your touch with a soft gasp. You take your time—because you can. Because you know exactly how to unravel her.

You kiss your way down her spine, tongue tracing every vertebra while your fingers slip between her thighs. She’s already slick, warm folds parting easily as you stroke her clit in slow, teasing circles. “So wet for me already,” you growl against the small of her back. “My greedy girl.”

She whimpers, pushing back against your hand. You slide two fingers inside her, curling them just right while your thumb keeps lazy pressure on her swollen clit. Her hips start rolling, chasing the pleasure. You add a third finger, stretching her gently, feeling her walls flutter and grip.

When she’s panting, you flip her onto her back and settle between her spread thighs. Your mouth replaces your hand—slow, worshipful licks from her dripping entrance up to her clit, sucking gently, then harder. You slide that same wet thumb into her tight ass again, just like last night, and she cries out, thighs clamping around your head.

The first orgasm hits her fast—her back arches, pussy flooding your tongue as she squirts in hot little pulses. You don’t stop. You keep licking, sucking, fucking her with your fingers and thumb until she’s shaking through a second, stronger one, her voice breaking on your name.

Only then do you crawl up her body, kissing every inch—belly, the undersides of her breasts, her collarbones—until your thick cock is nudging her soaked entrance.

“Look at me, Tawny,” you command softly.

Her eyes flutter open, glazed and adoring. You push in slow—inch by thick inch—watching her lips part in a silent moan as you stretch her wider than she’s used to. When you’re buried to the hilt, you grind deep, rolling your hips in that slow, deliberate circle that always makes her lose her mind.

You fuck her like that for long, luxurious minutes—deep, possessive strokes mixed with grinding pressure on her clit. Her nails rake down your back. She comes again, harder, walls milking you in rhythmic spasms, a fresh gush soaking your balls and the sheets.

You keep going, flipping her onto all fours, then pulling her back against your chest so you can knead her heavy tits while you thrust up into her. Another orgasm rips through her; she’s babbling now, half-sobbing with pleasure, body limp and trembling.

Only when she’s a sweaty, multiorgasmic mess—cheeks flushed, eyes glassy, thighs quivering uncontrollably—do you let yourself go. You pull out, flip her onto her back again, and stroke your thick cock over her belly until you paint her with rope after heavy rope of hot cum, marking her, claiming her.

You collapse beside her, pulling her into your arms. She curls against your chest like she belongs there, whispering, “I love you… so much.” Her voice is hoarse, wrecked, satisfied.

You kiss her forehead, cock still twitching against her thigh, already thinking about round two.