His wife got fucked unsteady

Catherine crawled off the bed, her legs unsteady, her dress still bunched around her waist like a forgotten belt. She moved toward the bathroom with a sway in her step, her bare ass pink and marked from my hand, my cum already beginning to trickle down her inner thigh in a thin, glistening trail. She didn't bother pulling her dress down. She wanted me to watch her walk away like that—used, cum-filled, owned for the night.

I heard the bathroom door click shut, then the sound of running water. I walked to the bedroom doorway and peered out into the living room. Phil was sitting exactly where we'd left him, the blanket I'd tossed him draped over his lap, his eyes wide and fixed on the hallway. He looked almost dazed, his face flushed, his breathing audible even from where I stood. He didn't say a word—just stared at me with this strange mixture of humiliation and excitement that I couldn't quite place.

"You doing okay out there, Phil?" I called out.

He nodded quickly, almost eagerly, his hands clutching the blanket.

I left the door open and walked back into the bedroom, stripping off my clothes completely now. I wanted to be ready for round two. I wanted to feel every inch of her without anything between us.

The bathroom door opened ten minutes later, and Catherine emerged transformed. She had cleaned her face but reapplied that dark red lipstick—fresh, wet, inviting. Her hair was pulled back in a messy ponytail that left her neck exposed. But what stopped me cold was what she wasn't wearing.

She had stripped completely naked.

No dress, no stockings, no garter belt, no bra. Just her bare, pale skin glowing in the lamplight. And between her legs—smooth, pristine, pink, and swollen and completely bare. She had shaved every hair, leaving her mound puffy and exposed, her slit visible and glistening already with fresh arousal. She walked toward me with deliberate steps, her hips swaying, her heavy breasts moving with each step, her nipples still hard and dark.

"I did what you told me," she said softly, stopping in front of me. She spread her legs slightly and ran her hand over her bald mound, showing me. "Touch it. Feel how smooth."

I reached out and cupped her cunt, feeling the heat radiating from her bare skin. It was like silk—hot, damp silk. Her labia were already swollen from the first fucking, puffy and parted slightly, revealing the pink entrance where my cum still lingered inside her. I ran my thumb over her smooth mound, then down between her folds, feeling her shudder.

"Turn around," I commanded. "Show me that ass again."

She obeyed, like a slut to be bred, bending slightly and spreading her legs. Her ass was still pink from my hand, the welts visible, and below that, her shaved cunt looked obscene—swollen, used, ready for more. I could see my earlier deposit beginning to pearl at her entrance, white against her pink flesh.

"On the bed. All fours. Face the door."

Catherine climbed onto the mattress, positioning herself exactly as I'd ordered—knees spread wide, back arched, face turned toward the open doorway where her husband sat listening. Her breasts hung taut beneath her, swaying slightly as she settled, nipples pointing toward the floor. Her shaved cunt was on full display, glistening and open, the inner lips protruding slightly, flushed dark pink with arousal.

I climbed onto the bed behind her and positioned myself at her entrance. I could feel the heat radiating from her and could smell the mix of her arousal and my previous seed. Without warning, I thrust forward, burying myself to the hilt in one brutal stroke.

"FUUUCK!" Catherine screamed, her voice raw and guttural, echoing through the apartment.

I set a punishing pace immediately, gripping her hips and pounding into her with deep, powerful strokes that made her body jerk forward with each impact. Her breasts swung wildly beneath her—smack-smack-smack—slapping against each other, the heavy flesh rippling and bouncing with the force of my thrusts. The sound filled the room: wet flesh slapping against wet flesh, my hips striking her ass, her tits colliding with wet smacks, and her moans rising into desperate screams.

"Oh god, yes, fuck me, fuck me hard—" she babbled, her fingers clawing at the sheets. Your cock feels so fucking big, oh god—"

I watched her smooth cunt take me, watched my shaft disappear into her swollen pink folds again and again, and saw my earlier cum being forced out with each thrust to coat her thighs in white streaks. She was soaked, making wet squelching sounds every time I drove into her, her bare mound slapping against my pelvis when I bottomed out.

"Your husband loves a good listening," I growled, reaching forward to grab her swinging breasts, squeezing them hard, using them as handles to pull her back onto my cock. "He's hearing what a true slut you are, Catherine. He hears you take another man's bare cock in your married cunt."

"Yes, yes, let him hear—" she gasped, her back arching deeper, pushing her ass higher. Let him hear what I need. —"

I pounded her harder and faster, watching her tits swing in violent arcs, slapping together then apart, nipples dragging across the bedspread. Her shaved mound was beautiful from this angle—smooth, swollen, accepting my cock over and over. I could feel her first orgasm building, her walls fluttering around me, her breath coming in ragged gasps.

"Come on, my cock," I ordered. "Come hard, you cheating slut."

She exploded. Her scream was ear-splitting, a raw wail of pleasure that I knew carried clear to the living room. Her whole body convulsed, her pussy clamping down on me in rhythmic spasms, milking my shaft. Her breasts swung in wide, erratic circles beneath her as she thrashed, slapping against her ribs, then each other, the beautiful flesh rippling with aftershocks.

I didn't stop. I kept fucking her through it, gritting my teeth against the sensation of her fluttering walls, driving her higher. She collapsed forward, her face in the pillows, her tits flattening against the mattress and spreading to the sides, but I pulled her back up by her hair, forcing her back into the arch, making her breasts hang free again to resume their wild swinging.

"One," I counted, my voice strained. "Now give me another."

I shifted my angle slightly, grinding upward with each thrust, hitting that spot inside her that made her shriek. Her second orgasm came within minutes, building fast and hard. She threw her head back, her ponytail whipping, and screamed again, her body going rigid, her cunt spasming around me in violent contractions. Her breasts swung forward and stayed there as she arched, suspended for a moment, then snapped back to swing wildly as she collapsed forward again.

I pulled out while she was still twitching, my cock glistening with her juices and my cum. "Flip over," I ordered. "On your back. I want to see you when I fill you again."

Catherine rolled over, her body limp and trembling, her breasts settling against her chest with a heavy slap, then bouncing slightly before spreading out. Her shaved cunt was on full display now—puffy, swollen, glistening, my cum leaking from her reddened entrance to pool beneath her on the bedspread. Her inner lips were protruding, dark pink, pulsing slightly with her heartbeat.

I climbed between her spread legs, gripping her knees and pushing them wide, giving me maximum access to her married hole. Her cunt looked well-used already—swollen, open, and glistening with our combined fluids. I positioned myself at her entrance and drove forward, sinking into her wet heat in one smooth stroke.

"AAAAH!" she wailed, her back arching off the bed, her breasts bouncing upward with the motion, then settling back to heave with her panting breaths.

I settled into her, grinding deep, feeling her cervix kiss the tip of my cock. From this angle, I could watch her face contort with pleasure, could see her breasts bounce with each thrust, and could watch her shaved mound take me completely. I hooked her legs over my shoulders, folding her in half, and began to fuck her with slow, deep strokes that ended with me grinding against her clit.

"Look at me," I commanded. "Look at me while I fuck your married cunt."

Her eyes locked on mine, glazed and desperate, her dark makeup smudged, her red lipstick fresh and obscene. "Fill me," she begged, her voice a whisper. "Please, fill my womb again; I need it—"

I increased my pace, driving into her harder, watching her breasts bounce and jiggle with each impact, her nipples pointing at the ceiling, flushed dark and hard. Her shaved cunt was taking everything I gave, her lips clinging to my shaft with each withdrawal, sucking me back in. The wet sounds were obscene—squishing, slapping, and the sound of my balls hitting her ass.

"Phil's going to love hearing you take my seed," I growled, pounding her now, feeling my climax building in my balls. "He's going to hear his wife beg for another man's cum in her cheating cunt."

"Yes, yes, give it to me, give me your cum—make me a baby!" she was babbling, her hands clawing at my back, her legs trembling over my shoulders. "I'm coming, oh god, I'm coming again—"

Her third orgasm hit like a tsunami. Her back arched completely off the bed, her breasts thrusting upward, her mouth opening in a silent scream before the sound came—a wail of pure ecstasy that seemed to shake the walls. Her cunt clamped down on me in violent spasms, milking my cock, her juices gushing around me to soak the bed.

That was it. I couldn't hold back anymore. With a final, hard thrust that buried me to the root, I let go, pumping rope after rope of hot cum deep into her married womb. I kept thrusting through my orgasm, emptying every drop into her, watching her face as she felt me flooding her, her eyes rolling back, her mouth open in a silent scream of satisfaction.

I collapsed on top of her, both of us panting, sweating, her breasts pressed against my chest, her legs still over my shoulders. I could feel her cunt twitching around me, milking the last drops from my spent cock.

After a moment, I pulled out slowly, watching my thick white cum immediately begin to leak from her swollen, gaping entrance. Her cunt lips were puffy and red, well-fucked, glistening with our combined fluids. A steady stream of my seed trickled from her hole to pool beneath her, some running down toward her ass. She was completely open, completely used, her shaved mound rising and falling with her heavy breathing.

"Stay there," I said, climbing off the bed. "Don't move. Let him see what you look like when you're properly fucked."

I walked to the doorway, naked and glistening with sweat, and looked out at Phil. What I saw made me pause. He had thrown the blanket off, and the tent in his pants was unmistakable—he was hard as a rock, his face flushed, his eyes fixed on the hallway with an expression of desperate arousal. He wasn't angry. He wasn't jealous. He was excited.

I didn't understand it. I had just thoroughly used his wife, filled her twice with my seed, and made her scream loud enough for the neighbors to hear—and he was sitting there with a hard-on, looking like he might cum in his pants just from listening.

"Your wife's ready to go home," I called out, smirking at his obvious arousal. "She's leaking quite a bit, though. You might want to bring a towel."

Catherine lay spread on my bed, her legs still open, her shaved cunt on full display, obscenely swollen and leaking my cum in a steady stream onto my sheets. Her breasts heaved on her chest, nipples still hard, flesh marked by my hands. She looked well-fucked and owned—and she was smiling, satisfied in a way I suspected she hadn't been in years.

Phil stood up, adjusting his pants, his face red, and walked toward the bedroom. When he saw her—his wife lying there with another man's cum leaking from her gaping, swollen cunt, her body marked and used—he let out a shaky breath that sounded almost like a moan.

"Time to go," I said, tossing Catherine her dress. "Unless you want round three."

She looked at her husband, then at me, her eyes hungry. But Phil shook his head quickly, almost desperately. "Next time," he whispered. "Maybe... maybe next time."

I laughed, not understanding this man at all, but not caring. I had gotten what I wanted—his gorgeous wife, twice, bare, with him listening to every scream.

Catherine dressed slowly, her movements stiff, her cunt still leaking into her panties as she pulled them on. She kissed me deeply at the door, her tongue exploring my mouth, her hand squeezing my cock through my pants one last time.

"Thank you," she whispered. "Now I have a beautiful souvenir."

They left, Phil's arm around her waist, supporting her unsteady steps. I closed the door and walked back to the bedroom, looking at the wet spot on my sheets—evidence of a very good night.

I still didn't understand why her husband had been so excited. But I was starting to think one day I might get the chance to find out.

The End