Move to the bedroom

Rachel dropped into a squat over my cock, thighs spread wide, and slammed herself down. The wet smack of her pussy swallowing me rang through the empty house, loud and filthy. She bounced hard, ass slapping my thighs, tits swinging with every drop. Her juices coated my shaft and ran down over my balls, dripping onto the couch beneath us. She kept going until her legs shook, then stood up on unsteady feet and grabbed my hand.

"Bedroom," she said, voice hoarse. "Now."

We moved fast. She led me down the hall to the master bedroom, the one she shared with her husband. The bed was neatly made, sheets crisp. She shoved me onto my back and climbed on top before I could even settle. Her knees planted on either side of my hips, she reached down, lined my cock up, and sank down again in one smooth motion. The headboard thudded against the wall as she started riding.

I turned my head and saw the framed photo on the nightstand—Rachel and John, smiling, arms around each other. My cock twitched hard inside her. She noticed the glance and grinned.

"Yeah," she breathed. "Look at it while you fuck his wife."

Rachel kept bouncing, pussy gripping me tight, then reached up and slid her wedding ring off her finger. She dragged the cool metal across her tits, circling each nipple, then brought it lower. She rubbed the ring over her clit while she rode me, the gold glinting wet. She pressed it between her pussy lips, sliding it along my cock as she took me deep, then finally set the ring down right beside the photo of her and John.

She leaned forward, grabbed the frame, and turned it face-down on the nightstand. Her eyes locked on mine.

"I’m yours today," she said. "Not his."

Her hips started slamming with new force. She fucked like she was trying to break the bed, ass clapping, tits bouncing in my face. I grabbed her hips and thrust up to meet her, driving into her soaked cunt until the whole frame rattled.

I flipped her onto her back, then onto her hands and knees, then onto her side with one leg hooked over my shoulder. Every position left her gasping and dripping. Her wedding ring stayed on the nightstand, glinting beside the turned-down photo while I used every inch of her.

When I finally pulled out she dropped to her knees on the bedroom floor. I stroked my cock twice and painted her face—thick ropes across her cheeks, lips, and chin. Cum dripped from her eyelashes and ran down her neck. Rachel reached for the ring, scooped it through the mess on her face, and slid it back onto her finger, the gold now shiny with my load.

She looked up at me, cum still streaking her skin, and smiled.