Fred stood naked at the edge of the couch, his eyes wide with raw desire, utterly mesmerized by the intimate scene that unfolded before him. He stroked himself slowly, his cock rock-hard, veins pulsing along its thick length as pre-cum leaked from the tip, trailing down in warm, sticky beads. “You liked watching me make your wife moan, you dirty boy?” Margie asked, her voice commanding yet soft and comforting, laced with...

At work the next morning, Darla was still buzzing from the night before. She could barely sit still. Her legs bounced nervously under her desk, and a permanent smile tugged at her lips no matter how hard she tried to hide it. Darla couldn’t wait to tell Margie everything—especially that Fred had finally agreed to meet her Friday night. That thought alone sent a little thrill through her. She wanted more with Fred, somethi...

Fred’s weight bore down on Darla, his cock driving into her hard and fast, the mattress squeaking under every sloppy thrust. His breath was hot and broken in her ear, each gasp turning into rough, guttural grunts. “Fuck—ughhhh—yes.” His body locked up, hips slamming deep. A groan ripped from his chest as he jerked hard, grinding against Darla while his release pumped out in twitching pulses, filling her. Fred shuddered th...