The door was closed, we were alone once more, drinking in the excitement of what was to come.

Paul lifted his head to hear for noise from the rooms upstairs. Faintly, I thought I could hear Amy crying. If he heard it, he wasn't bothered. Butterflies swirled in my stomach, my nipples erect and hard, my pussy getting wetter by the second.

'See what I have to put up with?' He asked, smirking. 'Now. What are we going to do with you then?' He approached me, a tall, sexy tower of a man.

'Ignore her,' I said. 'You and I both know you're mine now.'

A wave of shock and excitement hit his face as I said it.

'I'm what?' He asked.

I smirked, putting my arms round his waist, my nails softly grazing up and down his muscular back, our lips millimitres apart, our tongues close enough for kissing distance.

'I said, 'you're mine now.' Not her's.'

'Say it again,' he whispered, the feel of his hard dick pressing against my swollen pussy lips now, begging to escape so it could be stuffed deep in me.

'You're mine now,' I said, 'you don't want her pussy. Feel how hard you are against me, against MY pussy. Has she ever got you this hard?' I asked.

'Fuck no,' he said, 'she never could.'

With that his mouth was on mine, more passionately than it had ever been. Our mouths opened and once more our tongues were lapping each other up, his hand up my dress as he parted my thong from my sweet wet pussy, two of his fingers separating my pussy lips, resisting my wetness, as he stuffed a finger up inside me making me squeal with excitement.

'You feel my finger up there fucking your hole?' he gasped, lust in his voice as he got it as far up me as he possibly could. He worked it in and out as my pussy pulsed and waves of excitement went through my whole body. It was slow at first, but he built it up and then began to pump at my pussy, hard and rough.

'Mmmmmm yeeeeeah,' I groaned loving every second, as I tried not to cum.

'That's my finger with my wedding ring on,' he growled in my ear.

My pussy at that moment contracted and locked onto his finger as I shot my juices all over his hand. Whether it was cum or piss I couldn't tell but the orgasm rippled through me in waves, his manly strength and a combination of his surrender to me all building in my excitement as I sprayed juices out of my homewrecking hole all over the wedding ring Amy had bought for him all those years ago, and down my inner thighs.

'Ooooooh yessssss,' I screamed, the pleasure charging through me.

'She'll hear you,' he said, smirking. Both a warning and a challenge as he pulled his hand out of my panties and stuck his finger in my mouth to suck my juices off it. I tasted sweet, and he loved it.

'Give me a taste,' he said, as he stuck his head under my dress, his tongue exploring my now sloppy cunt hole.

I pulled the front of my dress down, wild with how horny I felt, his stubbled married mouth locked on my husband-stealer cunt. I pulled my tits out from my bra and pinched my nipples in excitement. I bit my lip and tried not to make too much noise as he flicked his tongue on my clit, getting me wet again.

'Mmmmm yeah, just like that,' I cried out. 'Get this soaking pussy wet for that massive cock of yours so that you stretch it so good.' I was crying out now. I wasn't even thinking about Amy or my revenge plan at all, just that my prize had been in sight and I'd seized upon him. He no longer wanted his frumpy wife. He wanted lust, excitement, a slutty girlfriend who got every nerve ending in his thick cock throbbing. He wanted me.

He stood up, and locked his eyes on me. My pussy was dripping still and I was panting with excitement, and his face was flushed. He unzipped his jeans and pulled his throbbing cock out. 'Tell me this is your cock,' he said.

'It's my fucking cock,' I said as I got up onto the table and spread my legs wide, my shaved and succulent fuck hole ready for him.

'Get your cock in this little cunt,' I said.

There was a bang and a sigh. We hadn't seen the door open, or Amy standing there in the doorway, her mascara running down her cheeks, her skin pale, and a look of heartbreak and betrayal all over her face.

Paul stopped dead. His erect cock merely an inch from my swollen pussy lips, with no sign of going soft from what I could see.

'UH-OH, we have company,' I giggled. I couldn't help it. I was beyond remorse.

'How could you both do this?' Amy wailed.

'You kept accusing me,' Paul glared. 'You kept accusing me of looking at her, of flirting with her, of fucking her,' he said. 'So I thought to myself, if I'm getting grief for not doing it, why not do it anyway, and have my fun? I mean, she is fucking beautiful isn't she?' He said, taunting his wife. 'Look at her big fucking tits,' he said, pinching one of my nipples and making me moan with pleasure. 'And look at this ripe little pussy,' he said, parting my pink pussy folds in her face to show her a hole that was now pulsing for her husband's dick in a way that it never had or could for anybody else.

'You fucking slut,' she cried. 'How could you fuck my husband?' Tears were rolling down her face.

Paul was in a trance. The end of his cock dripping with pre-cum digging against my pussy hole but not quite in yet, and my pussy contracting with excitement like a hungry mouth, wanting him to enter me.

'Easily,' I replied, giggling. 'Remember when you called me ugly at school? Or flat-chested? Well Lucy's all grown up, and she needs some married cock to fill her up. Thank you for being the best matchmaker and finding me such a sexy boyfriend,' I giggled.

Without even waiting for a response, Paul pressed his mouth on mine, and stuck his thick manly cock right up my hole, my body convulsing with excitement as his defeated wife stood there in shock, depleted, being forced to understand her husband was no longer hers but mine.