Rachel fucks John next to sleeping Penny

John’s cock throbbed in her hand, slick with spit. Rachel was tempted to laugh at the expression of horror and confusion he was giving her. Instead, she leaned forward, and, still stroking him, whispered, “You want to fuck me, don’t you?”

He shook his head. The tiniest movement. But his cock told another story.

"Hmph. You sure?"

Rachel made a show of shoving her panties down her legs, doing so slowly and with one hand, John’s cock never leaving her grip. She straddled him, pressing the fat head of his cock against the heat of her pussy. She was so wet it was embarrassing, the lips parting with the faintest touch. She lowered herself, slow, and let him fill her.

Rachel gasped as John's hips thrust up into her. "There we go, big boy..."

It was different, fucking him in his own bed. Different from the yard, the bathroom, this was something else. She was taking him in his most private space. Right next to his wife.

The thrill of it made Rachel even wetter. She rode John, pinning his arms down and letting her tight cunt stretch around his shaft, plunging down over and over again. They both had to stifle their moans so as not to wake Penny, and that only made John harder, Rachel tighter.

“Don’t wake her,” Rachel whispered, leaning close. "You wouldn't want to wake her..."

Then, to torment him, she ground her hips down in a slow, devastating circle. His cock nearly exploded then, twitching desperately as her walls squeezed around him. Rachel arched her back, fucking at a deeper angle. She didn't care that the slap of her ass against his thighs was now filling the room, she just wanted to make him pop.

Every nerve in Rachel's body was on fire. Each thrust shot pleasure from her cunt to the base of her skull. She was soaking his cock, wetness pooling between their bodies, making each movement sticky and noisy. She could feel the tension in his body, the way he was shaking with pleasure. How dangerous this was only made it hotter, brought him closer to spilling his seed.

Penny shifted, a drawn-out sigh as she shuffled closer to John, her face inches from his. Rachel froze, then, after Penny remained still, Rachel planted her hands on John's chest and started to fuck him again, slow and cruel. She wanted to break him utterly.

"Look at your sleeping wife's face while you cum inside my womb," Rachel purred. John obeyed, his eyes filled with guilt and shame as he searched Penny's innocent face.

Rachel was in ecstasy. She tried to hold off her orgasm, but the pressure was simply unbearable. She rolled her hips, grinding down, the base of John's cock rubbing hard against her clit with every stroke.

"Feel how hard your cock is in me while you look at *her," Rachel hissed, and then came.

Her orgasm came so suddenly Rachel had to bite down on her own hand to keep from crying out. The pleasure was so sharp it bordered on pain. She clenched around John's cock, milking him, and felt the throb as he came too, hot and forceful, thick spurts flooding her cunt. Watching him cum while he looked into his wife's face was too much. The sensation pushed her higher, sent a second orgasm rippling through her, overlapping the first.

Finally, Rachel's movements stopped, her sex swollen with sweat and arousal and cum. John's hands dropped away, and Rachel eased off him, careful not to make a sound.

Beside them, Penny continued to sleep peacefully, unaware of the world around her.

What an eventful night.