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I paused the thrusting, pulled out my phone from under the pillow, and opened a photo. It was a picture I had taken during a secret rendezvous at a boutique motel—a close-up shot of a girl lying back, her legs completely spread wide, exposing a hairless, smooth, plump pussy that was tightly wrapping around the thick head of a heavily veined, hairy shaft.
My wife gasped, her jaw dropping as she stared at the screen: "Oh my god... you actually fucked her. That’s your dick inside her! Oh fuck, I told you never to go raw inside another woman, and you buried your entire cock inside that pussy..."
She shook her head, her voice cracking with pure, dirty arousal: "My husband's sluty dick, traveling outside our marriage, sinking all the way into another girl's walls like this!"
She rubbed her own clitoris frantically, staring at the photo: "Fuck, seeing you destroy another woman is turning me on so much. And you tried to tell me you only ate her out!"
"She was just too irresistible," I admitted, picking up the pace of my thrusts again.
"Too irresistible not to ruin?" My wife moaned. "I mean, look at that pussy... it does look incredibly juicy. Tell me, how many times have you guys done it? Where else?"
"Probably around twenty times, baby. It’s almost always a quick, risky fuck." Seeing her this feral, I decided to lay all my cards on the table.
My wife went into an absolute frenzy of dirty talk: "Holy shit, your cock has been inside her twenty times? I thought it was just a one-time casual hookup, but you’ve been using her like your personal whore. Where else did you guys sneak around to fuck?"
"Everywhere we could," I groaned, slamming into her. "Locked office restrooms, the breakroom lounge after hours... wherever we could find a locked door, we’d strip down and go to town."
"So many places... Did the thrill of getting caught make your dick harder? Was it amazing?"
"Incredible, baby. It’s my ultimate fetish."
"Is her young pussy super wet?"
"Drenched," I said, recounting a memory. "There was this one time we were texting, setting up a quickie in the office restroom. People kept walking by, and we had to wait forever. Finally, the hallway cleared, and we slipped into the stall together. I clicked the lock, slammed her against the wall, and we started trading spit—tongues tangled, completely breathless. I was bruising her neck with kisses while my hands were tearing at her clothes, squeezing her breasts, groping her ass. I yanked her skirt up, ripped her thong down, and let my hard cock slide right against her wet slit while we kept kissing. Top half making out, bottom half grinding like animals. Within seconds, my tip slipped inside her, and her juices coated my entire shaft. I lifted one of her legs up onto the handrail and slammed all the way in with one hard stroke! The wetness was insane—it literally splashed against my thighs and balls. I kept pounding her from the front, groaning, 'Fuck, you feel so good, you little slut...' After about thirty strokes, I knew I was going to blow. I spun her around, forced her to lean over the sink, pushing her ass and pussy back toward me. I asked her where she wanted it, and she whimpered, completely breathless: 'Inside... put it all inside my pussy, sir.' Just then, someone in the next stall flushed the toilet, so I used the noise to deliver a rapid-fire sequence of deep, brutal thrusts, finally burying my cock all the way to the balls and filling Hailey's pussy with a massive load of warm cum. Afterward, we held each other, she wiped the excess cum from her thighs, put her panties back on, and we both walked back to our desks like nothing happened."
My wife let out a loud, drawn-out moan: "God, that sounds so hot... the danger, the tight, dripping wet pussy making your dick slide effortlessly. Where else did you take her?"
"I fucked her right out in the open air once," I said.
"Are you fucking kidding me? You guys were so horny you did it outside? Weren't you afraid of getting caught? How did that happen?"
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