Angelica Kamp, the perfect housewife. (tends to her houseguest)

All three of you enter the mansion. Nancy seems quite interested in the paintings and artifacts. They catch your attention after what Natasha the German woman said but not as much Angelica’s wiggling ass as she made her way up the stairs.

“I’ll be in the lavatory taking a shower. It’s just a right turn at the top of the stairs and another right at the second door if you two need anything. John, you can come grab your shirt if you want.” Angelica states, but you catch a wink as she looks over her shoulder.

A few minutes pass and Nancy still seems very interested in the art.

“Hey Nancy, I’m going to go grab my shirt, if Mr. Kamp sees a half naked stranger in his house, he might freak.”

“Okay, yeah, good idea.”

As you open the door to the bathroom upstairs you notice your shirt is hanging along a rack situated very close to the rather large shower.

As you are about to grab the shirt you notice Mrs. Kamp left one of the glass panels open, giving you a perfect view of her backside. You can’t help but unbutton your slacks and retrieve your erection, letting your slacks and boxers fall to the ground. Mrs. Kamp suddenly pretends to notice you.

“John…? Can I…” Mrs. Kamp turns her head smiling seductively over her shoulder, “help you?”

You climb into the large shower behind Angelica, wrapping your muscular arms around the Texan woman’s back, squeezing her fleshy mounds in your large hands.

“John! I’m a married woman, you shouldn’t be doing this.” Mrs. Kamp holds up her hand and shows you her wedding ring but makes no attempt at stopping you.

“I… I can’t help myself Angelica, you are just so beautiful!”

Mrs. Kamp leans her head forward as you place small hot kisses along her neck. She places a delicate hand over each of your own urging your probing hands to dig deeper into her billowy cleavage.

John, oh god what are you doing? If my husband catches us…” Angelica teases pushing her ass against your erection.

“Please John, I’m a faithful woman…” Angelica cries breaking free of your hug and falling to her knees, “please don’t make me suck your huge cock.”

There was something definitely wrong with this chick as she turns her head, flashing a mischievous grin. Was this some kind of a kinky way of getting herself off? Maybe she figured if she acted like she didn’t want it then it wasn’t exactly infidelity. Perhaps she likes the thought of being fucked against her will? Or maybe something else was going on that your brain couldn’t even register. None of that mattered right then as you decided to play along.

“I don’t give a fuck about your husband, now turn around and suck on this.” You demand placing your raging hard-on over the platinum blonde’s slender shoulder pressing it against her blushing cheek. She turns her head so that her moist lips press against your heavy shaft.

“Please,” she mumbles against your cock, “it’s too big.”

How far did she want you to take this? Was yelling not enough? Maybe she was some kind of masochist. Whatever the case was, were you willing to continue?