The Master Bedroom

That evening, Mira took a long, hot shower in the master bath, trying to straighten out what was happening between her and Walter. It was so wrong, and her cock couldn't control itself. She finally dried herself and put on a yellow negligee. Maybe if she just jerked herself stupid tonight she could get the demon out of her. She jumped as she entered the bedroom, seeing Walter in bed, in Douglas's spot, under the covers.

"Sorry if I disturbed, you, sweetie," he said amiably. "I found whatever we worked out earlier ... the guest bed was making it worse."

"Umm, sure," Mira said. "I could switch to sleep in that bed ..."

"Oh, nonsense," Walter said. "Come here, Mira." Still almost zombie-like, she ambled over to the bed, obediently climbing in next to Walter. He leaned down, breathing in just behind her ear.

"Karmakamet?" he asked. She looked at him, and nodded. "Always like that perfume brand. Classy dame like you needs a strong man in your bed." She looked at him, dazed.

"C'mon, now Mira," Walter said, leaning back, tugging the covers free to unveil his meaty cock. "We both know if Douglas had done a quarter of the job he needed to be doing, you wouldn't have given me a handjob yesterday. Or sucked me off in the shower. I'm single ... you're single ... enough."

"We ... we shouldn't be doing this," Mira said guiltily.

"You're right, we shouldn't," Walter agreed. "But you aren't going to stop me if I try, either." He reached down, boldly tugging her yellow panties off, exposing her cock, which was now perpetually hard in his presence, it appeared.

"All fours, doll," Walter instructed. Mira obeyed, pushing her tight brown ass into the air. "Fuck, I love a ladyboy."

He took his time, lubricating her ass and jerking her cock. She came, and yet he still worked her skillfully, keeping her erect as quickly lubed up his fat cock. He pushed the tip against her entrance, and after a few moments, was making good progress on making Douglas's fiancee all his.

"Fuck ... fuck ... fuck ..." Mira said repeatedly.

"Ever had one this big, doll?" Walter asked.

"Fuck ... fuck ... no ... fuck," Mira grunted. Her ass walls were clenching violently at his prick, but he soldiered through, well-experienced with this.

"Good," Walter said simply. Then he gripped her hips and really started to pound her, his heavy hanging ballsac slapping Mira's smaller balls hard. She cried out, as she started to shoot her cum, hands free, onto the bed she shared with Douglas.

"Fuck ... fuck ... fuck," she continued, feeling Walter start to cum, sanctifying a sinful relationship.