I come up behind Angie and gently slip off her thick Turkish terry cloth robe, letting it fall to the floor by her feet. Her husband sits on the gray pleather couch watching my hands kneed deep into his wife's large round breasts. They are thick and soft and heavy and her flesh craters as my fingers press into her. When I kiss her neck, she arches her back and rubs her ass against my bulge. Sucking hard, she moans. I suck harder, breaking the capillaries just under her skin. This will serve as a reminder to the husband that I was in their home- that I took what I wanted right in front of him and that he wasn't man enough to stop me.
"Are you ready to be a good girl?" I ask slipping my hand between Angie's legs, over the soft thin layer of hair until I've found her sleek wet slit.
"Yes, daddy" she whispers, her eyes locked onto her husband. "I'm ready to be a good girl, for you." My fingers move around and around her clit and her whole body squirms against me.
When I turn Angie around, we are face-to-face. She looks up at me biting into her lip. We kiss like we've been in love for 1000 years, our mouths opening, our tongues press firm against one another. Her hands slide up underneath my shirt, and her nails scratch my skin. I cradle her face in my palms and gently brush her hair behind her ears. When I've had my fill, I pull away. "What would your husband think if he knew how badly you wanted me?"
"Ugh," she groans. "He'd do nothing. He'd do exactly what he's doing now. He'd sit quietly as he watched."
I kiss Angie's forehead and touch her face. "Show me that you belong to me."
And with that Angie drops to her knees, her eyes locked onto mine the entire time she descends. She unzips my fly and unbuckles my belt. She pulls down my jeans and boxers in one smooth motion. My half-erect cock flops around from side-to-side and she gasps. "It's so much bigger than his, like so much bigger. This is a real man's cock."
I rest my hand on Angie's head and guide her closer. She takes only the tip between her lips and sucks on it before she pushes lower. I grow inside her mouth. Her rough tongue glides along my shaft until her chin rests against my balls. "Show daddy how much you love his dick."
She stays all the way down for five seconds and then ten. Her face turns red and drool leaks out of the corners of her mouth. She stays down for fifteen seconds and then twenty seconds. My head throbs against the back of her throat. I feel it hitting the wall but she doesn't care. She wants me deep in her esophagus. "I bet you've never deep-throated your husband like this."
Angie pulls away and huffs for air. Gobs of saliva droop from my dick and her face. She catches it and rubs it into my member as she strokes me with both hands. "Are you kidding me, daddy. He isn't even big enough to make me gag."
I sway my hips fucking Angie's mouth-pussy. One of her hands strokes me. The other massages my balls. I have to swallow a laugh when I catch a glimpse of the husband. He is just sitting there. His face is all scrunched up like he is about to cry, but he's also rubbing himself through his pants.
"Do you feel how firm you're making your daddy? Just when I think I can't grow anymore it keeps getting thicker inside your mouth."
Angie can't respond with words but I feel her smile on my cock. "Keep sucking your daddy. Show your husband how a good girl sucks a cock."
Eventually, I pull Angie off by her hair and lift her up to her feet. "Do you want daddy's dick inside you?" I ask. "It's probably been so long since you've had a real cock inside that cunt you might not even know how to handle it. Do you think you're up to the task?"
"Yes, daddy."
"Are you sure?"
"Please, daddy," she begs. "Give it to me. I need it. I want my husband to see how a real man fucks. He's always so gentle. I might as well be having sex with another girl."
I bend Angie in front of her husband and she rests her forearms on the armrest next to him. Sliding my hand up her back, over her neck, my fingers run through her hair. I grab hold and pull so she is face-to-face with him. And then, I rub my head on her dripping wet slit. "Is this what you want?"
"Yes, daddy," she whimpers.
"How bad?" I ask, parting her lips with the tip.
"I'll do anything for it. I want to feel like a woman again. I haven't felt like one in so long."
I gently ease into her, watching my cock disappear. Angie looks into her husband's eyes and moans. "Oh, my fucking God!"
With both hands, I grab her curvy hips and thrust. Our bodies slam together, jolting her forward. Ripples run through her sexy thick thighs and round ass. Then, I slowly pull away. I want Angie to feel the friction of every single inch against her lips. At the moment I am about to slip out I thrust again.
The husband has taken out his dick and is stoking it with his thumb and index finger. "Tell him," I grunt to Angie. "Tell him how much better I am."
Angie lets out a long sigh as she touches her husband's face. "I'm sorry, honey but it's true. My daddy's cock feels so much better than yours. It's not your fault though." The husband jerks faster. "You aren't made to fuck like this."
Angie moans close enough so that her husband could probably feel her hot breath on his skin. I pound into her with enough force the couch slides along the floor. It is at this moment I begin to see it. I imagine all those nights she waited for her husband to go to bed so she could get on the web and see how real men treat a woman. I see her laying downstairs on the couch where her husband now sits jerking his dick. She lies there with her hand between her legs, furiously rubbing her clit thinking about someone like me taking whatever he wanted from her.
All I have to do snap my fingers. All I have to do is show up wherever they are and she will belong to me. What's that? Your husband is winning an award? Why don't I keep you company while he gives his speech? I'll finger you under the table the entire time. What's that? Your husband is running a marathon? Won't he be so disappointed when he crosses the finish line only to see you aren't there? Text him as I am fucking you in his car. Tell him to pick us up some Starbucks.
"I feel you stretching me, daddy." Angie moans. "I'm addicted to your cock. It is the only cock I could ever want."
She is so warm and wet. She is so tight around me. I can't get enough of her. I want to be deeper. I want to stretch her to the point she'd never be able to feel her husband inside her. I grab her by her hair and pull, arching her back. With my other hand, I smack her ass. Her skin turns red as my hand comes crashing down into her over and over again. The husband has this look in his eyes. He wants to say something. He wants to stand up and scream at the top of his lungs "Take your hands off my lady."
But he doesn't.
