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The Wife Who Begged Me to Destroy Her on Her Husband's Bed
by Justforher70
It was a warm summer evening in 2018 at Parco Ferrari in Modena. During the Latin night, a thin woman, blonde with a military buzz cut, a toned and tanned body, pointed at me laughing and came toward me.
Hi! Don't you remember me? Eli… we were in high school at the Venturi!
I didn't remember her at all, but I pretended I did. We danced two close salsas, her firm body rubbing against my dick. I walked her home (she lived two hundred meters away) and discovered that I too had rented an apartment right nearby. Life's coincidences.
From that moment, everything began.
After a few coffees and aperitifs, she confessed the truth to me: married for years, a grown son, husband a mechanic in Carpi who left the house at 7:30 AM and came back after 6:30 PM.
I told him I haven't loved him for ten years. I'm only with him for the kid. I haven't had sex in ages.
A few days later, back from the pool, I took her up to my place. As soon as I closed the door, I tore off her clothes. That thin, toned, militarybuzzed body drove me crazy. Her completely smooth pussy was already soaking wet. I ate her out, made her come on my tongue, then fucked her hard on the bed and came in her mouth. From that day on, she became my slut.
All through the summer of 2018 and for the five years that followed, the routine became perfect. As soon as her husband left at 7:30 AM and her son went to school, I'd text her:
I'm on my way.
I'd enter her house with the keys she'd given me and find her already in her panties. She loved being fucked on the marital bed, right where she slept with her husband.
The first time I took her there, I threw her onto the mattress, spread her legs, and thrust it inside her in one single stroke.
This is your husband's bed, you know?
I said as I pounded her.
Yes… and it turns me on like crazy… fuck me harder, wreck me on his bed!
I fucked her ass so many times on that bed. Her screams filled the empty house while I held her shaved pressed against her husband's pillow and pushed my dick into her tight, toned asshole. She came like crazy, soaking everything, trembling.
When I found a job, our encounters turned into
breakfasts.
I'd arrive around 8:00 AM, she'd make coffee, then she'd get on her knees in the kitchen or straight in the bedroom and suck my dick all the way down her throat, drooling like a slut. I'd bend her over the kitchen table, the sofa, but especially on the marital bed. In the morning I'd fill her with cum: I'd come in her pussy, in her ass, in her mouth, on her small firm tits. She'd swallow it all, then lick her lips and tell me:
I love starting the day with your cum inside me.
I had fallen in love. Truly. I hoped that sooner or later she'd leave her husband, that she'd choose me. I'd tell her while I fucked her, while I held her hips and hammered her ass:
Leave that asshole. Come away with me.
She'd moan, clench her pussy or her asshole around my dick, but she never really answered. She'd just come screaming.
Over time I understood the truth. She had never loved me. I was just her personal gigolo, the extra dick she needed to feel alive and slutty. She had always loved her husband, or at least she wanted to keep her comfortable life. I was just the forbidden thrill, the fresh cum on the conjugal bed.
After five intense years, one day she told me:
Things with my husband have gotten better. We can't see each other anymore.
She almost completely disappeared.
For a while we didn't talk. Then, every now and then, even today, I get a message early in the morning:
The husband leaves at 7:30 AM… do you want to come over for breakfast?
And I know exactly what she means. She knows my dick still answers the call. She knows she can have me back whenever she wants, to use me again as her secret toy.
And I, like an idiot, think twice every time before I reply.
