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Beneath the dreary autumn clouds, I stood on the unfamiliar doorstep, tightly clutching my olive trench coat. The scent of my husband Eric's aftershave, caught on the coat, stung me with guilty shame. Ever since we met, in the final year of university, I have loved him with all my heart. Our friends always looked enviously at us as if we were the dream couple: Lea and Eric, the perfect husband and wife.

In many ways, I was the most fortunate woman alive. I had a caring and handsome husband, who earned enough to support both of us. We could even afford the luxury of a cleaner. Most days, I would simply relax and focus on my hobbies.

And that was the problem. I was just so unbelievably fucking bored.

I looked over my shoulder at the passing cars and tucked my chestnut brown hair behind an ear. The wind caressed my bare thighs, urging me to take the final step.

Taking a deep, unfaithful breath, I knocked on her front door, and my heart began to race. We started messaging each other a few months ago. It started as harmless fun, an innocent way to pass away the tediously long hours until my loving husband came home.

Eventually, our conversations became more steamy. We began to exchange photos of each other and share our fantasies. My cheeks glowed red when she sent me a video of her masturbating in the shower. How does the saying go again? Idle hands are the Devil's workshop. Yesterday, her message taught me the truth of that proverb. The photos weren't enough anymore; she wanted more. She wanted me.

I should have blocked her and told her to fuck off, but then the unbearable boredom would return.

I could hear her footsteps approach the door. My hand drifted to the belt of my coat, pulling it loose, anticipating her expression when I revealed my present. Amy opened the door. The ravishing beauty reminded me of my college bestie, who almost tempted me into a Sapphic lifestyle.

My forbidden date wore a loose cardigan that drew my unfaithful eyes to her cleavage. I gulped, as through her cardigan's stitching I could see her nipples already swollen with excitement.

Nervously, I opened my coat and revealed my secret to her. I was naked beneath the trench coat, wearing nothing but naughty black lace lingerie. An anniversary present Eric had given me in the hopes of rekindling our dying sex life. Despite all of Eric's virtues, whenever he got home after a long day at work, he rarely had time for romance and passion. At first, I understood, but as the months of disappointment passed, my smile became more forced.

On the taxi ride over, my cunt had dripped thinking about how I was sat in the back of a car wearing nothing underneath the coat. I wondered if the driver could tell while he made idle conversation and glanced in the rearview mirror. A war between lust and guilt waged inside me as the taxi turned each corner towards her house.

The lace garter hugged my hips and held up my stockings, which would leave a sliver of pale skin visible if I had bothered to wear a skirt. Amy grabbed the lapels of my coat and pulled me into her house, her tongue pressed greedily into my mouth. Without breaking the embrace, she kicked the front door shut.

My cheeks were red with lust as she pinned me against the wall and bit my neck. It had been so long since I had felt this way. The roleplaying I often do with Eric feels so... forced. Amy, on the other hand, still had her youthful passion. Her insatiable desire, to not only make love but to actually fuck me, sapped my willpower to remember sacred vows. My pussy was desperate for her, and with every kiss and nibble of my neck, my guilt of betrayal slipped away.

I pulled her cardigan over her head and cupped her firm breasts with my thumbs, teasing her perky nipples. Her soft hair cascaded down her lithe figure. An elaborate tattoo ran down her back and licked the top of her peachy butt.

My breath hitched as Amy tugged my hair back and pressed her body against mine. Our breasts pillowed together. When was the last time I felt this turned on? Had Eric ever managed it?

She pulled down the cup of my bra and sucked my nipple with the voracity of youth. Her warm tongue chased my nipple. I gasped, wondering how such a beautiful woman didn't have endless suitors lining up to satisfy her. As my nipple popped from her succulent lips, my ability to care about such questions disappeared.

"I should have had you over sooner. I'm gonna make you scream," she sneered into my ear, throwing away my coat.

Our tongues danced as we stumbled, banging carelessly against the walls, to her living room. As we passed down the hallway, a few precious family pictures fell to the floor, broken and forgotten. Amy threw me over onto her sofa, in front of a large bay window. She wriggled her toned ass out of her denim shorts. I stared, transfixed by her beauty, and slipped my fingers down my lace thong.

My fingers squelched into my pussy as she put on a strap-on harness. Her eyes were ablaze with feral lust, ready to pounce on me. As she tightened the straps, the large dildo bounced. I eagerly fingered myself, biting my lips as memories of a younger, more virile Eric returned to me. I should have been ashamed of myself for giving in to temptation while my husband was busy working. Isn't it every man's hope to be with two women, though? We were just skipping a step.

Amy pulled me by the legs back to her, then pushed my thong aside and positioned the tip of her dildo against my neglected pussy. I groaned loudly and dragged my nails along her back as she drove into me. My folds gladly enveloped the silicone cock. With her cock pressing against my G-spot, unbridled lust swelled anxiously within my belly.

The ridges and veiny bumps of the dildo pressed against my walls. I turned onto my side, squeezing my thighs together, desperate to feel every part of her dildo as she pushed her hips against mine.

It had been so long since I was fucked properly that I might have regained my virginity, but Amy was determined to defile me once more as she slammed her cock into me. Her hips slapped loudly against my plump ass, and I bit my lips in delicious delight. The sofa whimpered beneath us as she sped up. Drowning in ecstasy, our groans threatened to spill into the quiet afternoon streets. No one ever plans to cheat on their partner; it just happens. With the sinful excitement overtaking me, I pushed my hips back against Amy's cock. My slick, velvety walls hugged the dildo, massaging it with each thrust.

A deep, gnawing tension blossomed within me, desperate to burst out as I clawed my breasts, leaving red lines across the skin as I begged for the final push. Amy gripped my hips with the strength that only exists in a state of utter lust and bent me over the sofa arm.

Long before now, Eric would have already finished and rolled over, snoring loudly, leaving me frustrated again beside him. The last few months, I had used my clit-sucker to finish his job with the aid of Amy's pictures. Today, however, I wouldn't need to finish myself off. Amy thrust her strap-on into me, pulling back on the bra straps of Eric's present. I felt young and foolish again, needed, and desirable; I felt… fucking incredible.

"Harder! Fuck me harder, Amy!" I screamed out, blushing at the poisonous words that poured out from the usually sensible housewife's mouth.

Giggling, she spanked my ass, and the warm sting of her hand spread to my throbbing clit. I begged louder, and she pushed my head down into the soft pillows. Amy gave me what I wanted. Propping one foot on the sofa arm, she used the leverage to drive her toy deeper into my glistening cunt, forcing my unfaithful body into the cushions below.

Beneath me, my tits bounced out of my bra. My skin tingled, and my thighs shook. The passionate claps of flesh echoed around the room as my pussy dripped over her girlie cock. Curling my toes, I felt my reward around the corner.

Oh God, yes, please, keep going.

Amy wrapped my chestnut hair around her hand and tugged back harshly, arching my back. Her cock unrelentingly speared my quivering cunt while she used my hair as a leash. I screamed out blasphemous profanity while an elderly lady, shaking her head with a scowl, quickly walked past the window.

My body trembled as Amy buried her slick strap-on into my wet cunt. A backlog of six long, sexually unsatisfying years exploded out of me. Forcing her strap-on out, I squirted over both of us, drenching the anniversary gift I wore in a deluge of lustful betrayal. As my juices licked Amy's tanned thighs, she sunk her finger into my hot pussy and aggressively attacked my G-spot.

Mercilessly, she held me in place by my garter belt, almost ripping it off as I wriggled and squirmed. My cunt, dripping and overly sensitive, wept with joy. As her thumb pressed into my ass, my vision became blurry. She bit my back, leaving teeth marks, not allowing me to miss a moment of my beautiful agony.

I rounded my back, groaning. A tension so deep I never knew existed awoke roaring within me. The second orgasm tore through me while she fingered my pussy and ass.

Drained and panting, I slumped over the sofa's arm with my pussy still twitching. Amy kissed the back of my neck. She held me tenderly as I glowed in orgasmic bliss. My mind swam in the ecstasy of Sapphic lust. As I rolled over with sweat caressing my breasts, Amy climbed over me, her strap-on discarded, and presented her shaved pussy to me.

"My turn." She smiled, guiding my hand between her thighs.

I caressed her warm pussy with my left hand and then slipped two fingers into her. I'll admit, it was beyond satisfying to watch my wedding ring disappear into her youthful pussy. Kissing her clit, I began repaying my delicious debt of gratitude.

I love you, Eric. I always will, but I also love fucking this sexy woman.

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