Third week

Third week – Days 15 to 21

The house is nothing but pure, consensual depravity now.

Laura has become completely addicted to anal pleasure and to showing herself off.

Every afternoon, while I’m at the office or pretending to go out, she greets Robert practically naked.

Day 15 – Monday

She opens the door wearing only a white thong and nothing else.

Her 34D tits bounce freely as she drags him inside.

She drops to her knees in the hallway, yanks his pants down, and swallows his cock to the root without even saying hello.

Then she lies on the floor, pulls her knees to her shoulders, and spreads both her ass and pussy wide with her hands.

Robert fucks her ass standing up, holding her in the air, while she screams every time he bottoms out.

Day 17 – Wednesday (the delivery-guy incident)

The doorbell rings.

Laura, certain it’s Robert, opens the door completely naked—just a smile and loose hair.

It’s a young delivery guy, about 25, holding a big box.

He freezes.

Laura realizes, covers her tits with one arm and her pussy with the other hand—but it’s too late: he’s already seen everything.

She turns bright red, but instead of slamming the door she stammers:

“Oh, sorry… I thought you were someone else…

Come in, come in, it’s fine… just leave the box here.”

The guy walks in stunned, the box shaking in his hands.

Instead of covering up, Laura stands right in front of him, only hiding her nipples with her forearms and her pussy with one hand (but not pressing hard—her plump lips still peek out on the sides).

She signs the receipt with a nervous smile.

“Would you… mind waiting a second while I get the tip?”

She turns, walks to the kitchen swaying her naked ass, comes back with a bill, and hands it to him.

She stands there, almost completely exposed, while he stares at the parts of her tits spilling out from under her arms.

The poor guy has such an obvious hard-on the box nearly slips from his hands.

Laura bites her lip, lets out a little giggle, and whispers:

“Thanks for the package… and sorry again.”

The delivery guy leaves crimson, zipper about to burst.

Day 19 – Friday

Robert is already on the couch when she walks in completely naked.

She straddles him, sinks his cock into her ass in one smooth drop, and starts riding like a madwoman.

She spreads her pussy with two fingers while bouncing, showing it off, moaning:

“Look how wet you make me… look at what you’ll never have…”

Robert grabs her hips and thrusts upward until she comes screaming, squirting all over the floor.

Day 21 – Sunday night (the scene that breaks me)

I’m in bed with Laura after Robert has left.

She’s naked, lying on her back, legs spread, ass still red and swollen.

I’m eating her pussy hungrily—licking her plump lips, sucking her clit, sliding just the tip of my tongue inside without breaking anything.

She’s moaning loud, writhing, pulling my hair.

Suddenly her whole body tenses, she lifts her hips and screams in a shattered voice:

“Yes, Robert! Give it all to me, Robert! I want to feel you inside!”

She comes with a gut-wrenching cry, shaking violently, soaking my face.

Then she realizes what she just said.

She covers her mouth, eyes full of tears.

“Oh honey… forgive me… it just slipped out…

I don’t know what came over me…”

She instantly drops to her knees on the bed, clasps her hands, and prays through sobs:

“Forgive me, Lord… forgive me for wanting it… forgive me for saying another man’s name while my fiancé loves me…”

I’m frozen—cock throbbing, heart in my throat.

In that moment I understand the control is slipping away.

Laura no longer just enjoys anal sex…

she’s starting to truly crave Robert being the first one inside her pussy.

And there are nine days left in this month.

Nine days in which I have to stop her from losing it completely…

or Robert will take the only thing that’s still mine.

That night I fall asleep with her taste on my tongue and her scream of “Robert” echoing in my head.