As she pulled up to the window, she couldn't help but notice the stares she was getting from the employee. She didn't care; in fact, it only turned her on more.

Anne leaned in towards the window, her tongue darting out, swiftly licking as much of a large glob of cum from her cheek as her tongue could reach. She savoured the salty taste, her eyes locked onto the young cashier's wide-eyed expression. The cashier, a young man, probably not much older than Jamie, reddened, his eyes widening even further at the sight. Anne chuckled, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

"Here you go, sweetie," she said to Jamie as she took her coffees and a napkin from the employee and passed them over, who was still staring at her, his mouth agape. 

Anne paid by card and took the glazed bun from the employee. "Here you go, baby," she said as she handed Jamie the bun. She spoke loud enough for the employee to hear, "I got you some sugar." Anne reached over and waited with puckered lips for Jamie to kiss her.

Jamie obliged, then took a big bite of the bun.

Anne turned back to the window. "Mama got to get some sugar too." She told the employee.

"You have a great day!" she called out, winking at him before she pulled away, leaving the poor guy speechless.

Before she had merged onto the main road, Jamie had reached over and pulled open Anne's blouse; he reached into her bra and took hold of her breast; she could feel his sticky, bun-coated fingers on her plump flesh.

Jamie pulled his hand free before exposing her large breast over her bra. "Anne, you're such a tease. its so ballsy that you like to show off and take risks to get me excited." His eyes were gleaming with admiration as he took in the sight of her tit.

Anne gasped, looking down at her exposed breast, then back up at Jamie. "Shit! You are so naughty," she scolded, but her voice lacked any real conviction and was laced full with excitement. 

"You're going to get me pulled over or worse." Anne's heart pounded in her chest, her breaths coming in short gasps. 

“I know, ballsy, right? Jamie said as he took another bite of the bun.

Anne's eyes widened. "Oh, fuck," she moaned, her body arching against his touch.

Anne took a hand off the wheel, and her fingers rushed to the buttons of her blouse, eagerly popping them open one by one, revealing more and more of her creamy, voluptuous skin. She pulled her other breast free from the confines of her bra, offering the view to Jamie like a gift. "Is this what you like, Jamie?" she asked, her voice full of need.

Jamie's eyes marvelling at their softness and size, his gaze and face told her he liked it.

Anne's eyes flickered between the road and Jamie, her heart pounding with excitement. she tiled her head back and shook her long hair, allowing her tits to sway as she did.

"You can touch them."

She breathed, her voice heavy with desire. "Play with them, squeeze them how you like."

Jamie sat back in his seat. "I'm good; I'll play later with them. Right now I will just eat, drink, and watch them sway as you drive us home, and I must say." He said as he took another bite of bun.

"It's so ballsy of you to take the ride home slow, considering how horny you are to get me to your house." Jamie managed once he had washed down the bite.

"I wish you would get your cock out for me to enjoy." She said. Anne's eyes were locked onto the road, her voice low and husky. "I could play with it, maybe even suck it a little."

Jamie, with his mouth full of another bit of bun, spoke, "That's a treat for home, and it's so ballsy to be driving your young lover around town with your tits out, never mind how incredibly turned on you are to fuck him once you get him home."

Anne chuckled, her eyes flitting between the road and Jamie, a teasing glint in her gaze. "You know, I've never been one for breaking the rules, but right now, I'm fighting every instinct to hit the gas and get us home before my family returns. God, it's killing me."

She shifted in her seat, her breath hitching as she fought the urge to pin the accelerator to the floor and get him back ASAP.

Jamie leaned back in his seat, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips. "It's a good thing I'm not in a hurry," he said, taking another leisurely bite of his bun.

Anne's eyes widened at the sight of his mouth, his teeth gleaming with glaze as he chewed. She forced herself to look back at the road; she wanted him now; her pussy wanted him right now.

She flicked a glance at him, her eyes darkening with desire. "Eat up," she urged. "You'll need your strength. I have plans for you when we get home."

Jamie smiled, crumbs sticking to his lips as he took another bite. "Mmm, this is delicious," he said, his eyes twinkling with mischief.

"But you know what would make it even better?"

Anne raised an eyebrow. "What's that?"

"If you had baked it for me in your very own kitchen, while wearing your sexiest, skimpiest underwear," Jamie replied, a playful grin spreading across his face.

Anne's cheeks flushed, but her eyes sparkled with amusement. "Oh, really? And what makes you think I'd do that for you?"

"Because it's ballsy, Anne. Because I know you'd love to look after me and for me to ogle you as you fuss over me in your lingerie. It's so ballsy, but cheating with me behind your hubby's back, behind the back of your whole family, turns you on immensely." Jamie's voice was low and sultry, his words sending a shiver down her spine.

Anne felt a sudden compulsion, an overwhelming desire to not only ravage him sexually but also to mother him, to look after him, to nurture him as if he were her own. She wanted to pamper him, to coddle him, to make sure he was well-fed and cared for. She wanted to make him her little boy, her own special project.

As she turned the corner into their neighbourhood, she couldn't help but glance down at her exposed breasts, a mix of excitement and trepidation as she was eager to please but also aware of the neighbours. 

"Jamie," she began hesitantly, her fingers already working the buttons of her blouse, "I think I should probably... you know, cover up a bit."

He looked up from his bun, a mischievous glint in his eye. "Why? Don't you like having them out for me?"

Jamie asked, his tone playful yet slightly concerned.

Anne could see the leering look in his eyes—a look that made her insides flutter with both excitement and nervousness. 

"I do," Anne confessed, her voice wavering slightly. "But what if someone sees us?" She cast a quick glance around the street, her heart pounding in her chest as she pulled onto their street.

"Oh Anne, it's so ballsy to risk it. It turns you on to be risky." Jamie told her.

Anne gave him a determined look, her eyes sparkling with a newfound confidence. "You're SO right," she said, her voice firm as she pulled into her driveway.

The need to have Jamie burning inside her, to feel his young, hard body pressed against hers, so close now, and she felt the risk of it all add to her own excitement.

Anne turned to Jamie as soon as the car was stopped, her eyes locked onto his. "Get over here and kiss me, baby," she commanded, her voice laced with desire. "I want to taste your lips, to feel your tongue."

Anne said, her voice urgent with need. She leaned over the console. "Kiss me, Jamie."

Their lips met in a hungry, passionate kiss. Anne's tongue explored Jamie's mouth, her hands gripping his shoulders, pulling him closer.

"Let's go inside," she breathlessly panted into his lips. 

"Sure," Jamie said casually.

Anne broke the kiss, her breath coming in short gasps. "Good boy."

Anne leaned over, her tongue darting out to lick Jamie's lips. "I want you to fuck," she whispered, her voice sultry. "Right now."

She unbuckled her seatbelt and moved to button up her blouse.

Jamie stopped her, his hand covering hers. "Not so fast," he said, his voice commanding. "I want you to get out of this car, walk up the stairs, and up to your front door, just like that. With your tits out and your blouse open." His eyes flickered with excitement, a wicked grin playing on his lips. "If you do, I'll fuck you anywhere you want me to."

A flush of embarrassment and excitement colouring her cheeks. 

Anne bit her lip, considering Jamie's demand. "You're serious?"

Jamie's eyes darkened with desire as he nodded. "Dead serious. It's up to you, Anne. You do it, and all you have to do is tell me what you want me to do and where."

"I want you to fuck me on my marital bed," Anne said; hearing it out loud sent a thrill that coursed through her veins. She didn't hesitate for a moment. "I want you to fuck me where my husband sleeps."

A wicked grin spread across his face. "I'm in."

Anne opened the car door; the air hit her as she nervously stepped out and waited on Jamie coming around the car.

Jamie hesitated for a moment, enjoying the view, then shut the door behind him and joined her.

As they made the short walk to her front door, Anne felt excitement and fear at her exposed state. She could feel Jamie's eyes on her, his gaze like a physical touch, sending shivers down her spine. She wanted to walk a little faster, eager to get inside, not before anyone saw them but because she was desperate for Jamie to keep his promise.

Her heart pounded as she fumbled with the keys, her hands shaking slightly from the adrenaline rush. Jamie stood beside her, his eyes gleaming with approval as he watched her struggle with the lock.

"Here, let me," he offered, taking the keys from her trembling fingers.

He swiftly unlocked the door, his fingers brushing against hers, sending electric sparks of anticipation, of what was to come, through her body.

Jamie pushed the door open, revealing the quiet house.

They stepped inside, Jamie closing the door behind them with a soft click. 

Before he could even turn around, Anne's arms were around him, her mouth hungrily devouring his neck. Her hands were everywhere at once, groping him between pulling at his clothes.

"I need you now, Jamie," Anne panted between kisses, her body rubbing against his back as her fingers were busy fumbling with his bottoms, desperate to free his hard cock.

"Fuck me like you own me, fuck me like my loser husband could never do, fuck me like the dirty cheating slut that I am," Anne begged as she wrapped her hand and fingers firmly around his shaft and began pumping him.

Her mouth was hot and hungry on his neck, her words sending shivers of excitement through both of them, her newfound cheating fetish reigniting with every filthy word she spoke.

"We don't have that long, THIS time." She told him, "My stupid fucking husband and bratty kids will be home soon, so that means we only have a little window to play." 

Anne yanked Jamie roughly by the cock, pulling him around to face her, her eyes burning with lust and urgency. her boobs still on display.

"My choice, remember, I kept my tits out all the way home." Anne reminded Jamie. She was practically panting.

"You did," Jamie agreed.

Anne kissed him; she broke away in urgency. "So, upstairs, now. To my bed."

Anne gasped as they climbed the stairs, "I want you to spread my unfaithful legs and fuck me like the little slut I am. I want you to pound me until you give me a full load, like you own every inch of this pussy."

Anne led the way into her bedroom, her shapely ass swaying as she walked, her bare breasts jiggling seductively. Jamie followed, his heart pounding in his chest as he admired the view. The room was decorated in soft pastels, a stark contrast to the filthy scene that was about to unfold.

Anne turned to face him, her eyes locked onto his. "Get undressed," she commanded, her voice thick with desire as she jumped onto the middle of the bed and began to pull her white jeans off. "I want to see your body."

Jamie complied; by the time he had pulled his shirt over his head, Anne had removed all her clothes.

"Hurry up, baby," she panted, her eyes fixed on his body. "I've been craving your cock all day."

Jamie's jeans hit the floor, and he stood before her, fully naked and achingly hard. Anne's eyes widened at the sight of him, her breath hitching in her throat. She licked her lips, her hands reaching for him, desperate to touch him, to feel him.

He climbed onto the bed, his body covering hers as he positioned himself between her legs. Anne moaned, her back arching off the bed as she felt the head of his cock pressing against her entrance.

"Fuck me, Jamie," she begged, her voice a desperate plea. "I want you to fuck me so hard that my husband will hear me scream from down the street," she told him as he climbed up between her thighs.

"Jamie, please," Anne pleaded, "Stick me with it."

She wrapped her legs around him, her ankles locking behind his back, pulling him closer, urging him inside her. 

Anne's breath hitched as she felt the tip of Jamie's cock nudging at her entrance, her body aching for him to fill her. "You're so hard, Jamie; this bed has never seen a hard fuck before," she whispered, her fingers gripping his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin.

"I'm a cheating whore, aren't I? I'm a fucking slut, and I love it." Anne's words dripping with filth as she felt Jamie's cock pushing deeper inside her. "I love cheating on my husband; I love getting fucked where he sleeps."

"You're so fucking hot when you talk like that, Anne," he growled, his hips pressing forward, the head of his cock sliding deeper into her wetness. "I love it when you call yourself a slut, a cheating whore."

"I am. I'm a slut for your dick, Jamie. I'm a cheating whore who wants every inch of you inside her," Anne replied.

Jamie bucked his hips forward, burying his length inside her. "Fuck, yeah," he grunted.

Anne cried out, her head thrown back, her nails moved to his ass, digging into his cheeks. "Oh, fuck me, Jamie. Your cock is so fucking good. It's so wrong, so fucking dirty, that I'm cheating on my husband with you."

Anne panted, her eyes glued to Jamie's as he began to thrust inside her with more force. Her new cheating fetish igniting with every obscene syllable. "I'm such a filthy whore; I'm going to have you fuck me in every room of this house by the end of the week."

Jamie groaned in response, his hips moving in rhythm with hers. "You're my filthy little whore, and you're all mine now. I'm the only one who gets to fuck you now."

"I want to be your whore, Jamie. I want you to use me whenever we can get away with it." Anne moaned.

"Fill me up, Jamie; fill me with your hot cum before my family gets home."

Anne's voice was ragged, her body was trembling with anticipation.

Jamie's hips moved faster, his cock pounding in and out of her. Anne could feel the heat building inside her, her body tingling with pleasure. "Oh, God, I'm close, Jamie. I'm going to come all over your cock."

“That’s it,” Jamie encouraged, his voice rough with desire. “Come for me, Anne. It would be so ballsy if you cum when I cum.”

Anne's breath hitched as Jamie's words pushed her closer to the edge. She could feel the pressure building, her body tensing as she chased the release. "Fuck, Jamie, you feel so good inside me," she gasped, her voice barely above a whisper, yet filled with raw desire.

"You like feeling my cock stretch you out, don't you, slut?" Jamie said as he thrust harder.

Anne moaned in response, her head thrashing back and forth on the pillow. "Yes, I fucking love you stretching me wider than any man ever has. Make me feel it; stretch this pussy, Jamie."

Jamie's thrusts became more aggressive, his hips slamming against hers with savage force. The sound of flesh slapping flesh filled the room, along with Anne's moans and shouting. 

Anne lifted her legs into the air and wide; Jamie pumped harder. “I’m such a fucking dirty cheat, Jamie; I can’t get enough of your cock.” She moaned, her voice loud.

“I want to cheat on my husband with you every day, fill me up with your hot cum, and make me a good little cheating wife.”

As Jamie continued to fuck her, Anne found herself saying things she never would have imagined herself saying. “Oh god, yes, fuck me like a cheating whore, make me scream your name, fill me with your cum.” She was lost in the moment, the filthy words turning her on even more.

Jamie's cock was pounding into her like a jackhammer, filling her completely, stretching her to her limits. Anne's eyes rolled back in her head as she gripped Jamie.

"Oh my God, I'm such a filthy, unfaithful wife! begging for your young cock, bringing you into my family home to FUCK!" She gasped, her body writhing beneath him as he fucked her with long, forceful thrusts.

"Fucking me behind my poor husband's back. I'm a whore who can't get enough of your cock; you've turned me into this filthy, cheating cunt." Anne screamed her cheating profanity, her body arching into each thrust of Jamie's cock and every time she described her indiscretions.

She could feel her orgasm building deep within him, the pressure mounting with each...