My Wife Heard Everything!

Coffee on his mind, her husband shuffles toward the pot and instead walks straight into Charlotte’s crossfire. She’d heard Brad pinning their friend into the mattress all night, every wet slap and groan worming under their door and straight between her legs. Couldn’t stop touching herself. Couldn’t stop picturing Brad’s fat cock stretching her open. Now he’s here, shirtless, doorway-filling, and the married couple tags him at the counter like kids on a dare. Questions fire fast: “Did you fuck her good?” “You gonna fuck Charlotte while he watches?” Brad’s stiffening before he can answer. Charlotte drops to her knees right there on tile, sucks him loud and sloppy, red lace straps sliding off her shoulders. They make it to the bedroom just barely. Brad spreads her across the sheets, buries his tongue in that soaked cunt until the sheets are dark with her cream, her husband’s eyes glued to every slick swipe. When Brad finally pushes in, her husband’s hand is already in hers, knuckles white. She cums ugly and fast, cunt spasming around that thickness. Cums again when Brad folds her knees to her chest and hammers like he’s trying to nail her through the mattress. Another crest and she whimpers “love you” while her husband’s thumb strokes her wedding band. Brad jerks free at the last second, paints her stomach, tits, throat, every glossy rope a filthy contrast against the red lace crumpled at her waist. Hubby just grins.