LOGINMelia.I tried to remain as calm as I should. Like a good wife to Matt. Until he joins us. But my entire nerves were screaming at me as I talked about my needs, while the doctor gave calm, professional tips on what to try.Shouldn’t there be like an experiment where I get to try it out with the one giving out the solutions? I mean, there had been times in therapy where the professional pretends to be part of the problem or demonstrates techniques so they can see how the patient reacts in real time. So they could gauge how well the treatment might actually work.Shouldn’t he just tell me to come spread my legs on his table? Shouldn’t he pull my dress up, slide those strong fingers between my thighs, and check exactly how wet and needy my pussy was right now? Shouldn’t he test how quickly I cum when a real man touches me the way I need?Immediately he got up. God, even the plain trousers hugged his huge thighs perfectly. And the outline of that cock hiding behind the fabric m
Melia.Even as I reached home so late, Matt was already asleep when I slipped into bed, completely oblivious to the fact that instead of just attending a birthday party, I had fucked the celebrant’s father.Wasn’t I being a messed up slut? A filthy, shameless wife who had spread her legs for her best friend’s husband while her own was working late? I should have felt guilty. I should have showered the scent of Killian off my skin. Instead, I loved it. I loved how sore and used my pussy felt, how his cum had leaked out of me the entire ride home. I loved knowing I had stolen something that wasn’t mine and how much I wanted to do it again.I didn’t bathe. I slept with how slick and throbbing my pussy had been after the fucking I had with Killian that day. His cum was still inside me, mixed with my own wetness, making my panties stick to my swollen folds. Every time I shifted in bed, I felt the delicious ache and remembered how deep he had been, how hard he had railed me on th
Melia.Killian got his keys and the tension in the car was hot and burning. Even as my legs clenched so hard together, I swear he could sense how fucking aroused I was. The air felt thick, heavy with the scent of my own wetness and the memory of what we had done in the kitchen. My pussy was still throbbing, leaking into my panties as I sat in the passenger seat, trying to act normal.Then he suddenly pulled over somewhere quiet, where fewer cars passed by.“Why did you stop?” I asked, my voice already breathy.“Stop pretending, Melia,” he said, his deep voice low and commanding. “I could sense how much you’ve been clenching those thighs. And I know you’ve been hungrier than you let on.”“Come here,” he added immediately.Like his words had cast a spell on me, I climbed over the console and got on my knees on the seat, facing him where he sat in the driver’s seat.Killian pulled his sweatpants down just enough to free his cock. It sprang out, already rock hard and so thick. The
Melia.I fucked my best friend’s husband.Yes, I did. It was dirty. Messy. And I never regretted it for a single second.How the fuck do I even tell Molly that I fucked her husband? Wasn’t I too much in a hurry to have a taste of him? I mean, I would have fucked him right there on the kitchen counter if we had more time. The thought of fucking my best friend’s husband was another level of shameless. I never felt sorry — not when it came to my pussy, not when I had been starved for months, and not when he was just as hungry. Like two dirty animals sneaking around in the middle of the night, desperate to devour each other while everyone else slept.We were both starving. Both neglected. Both ready to risk everything for that raw, filthy release.But the one thing I knew I did well was make sure everything was tidied up afterward. At least it wasn’t just me helping Molly by fucking her starving husband — I also helped her clean up the party mess like a good best friend.I finished
Melia.I didn’t answer. I couldn’t.Fuck! How well does Matt fuck me? He doesn’t even make me cum the number of times I should. He doesn’t make me suck his cock like a desperate slut. He doesn’t ruin me the way I needed to be ruined.While my breath came in short, desperate gasps, my ass pushed back toward him instinctively. His huge cock slid down underneath my ass, the thick head dragging through my soaked folds until it found my dripping entrance. He was trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses down my spine, each one making my skin burn.“Oh my god…” My legs wobbled as those kisses reached the curve of my ass. My fingers gripped the edges of the counter tighter, knuckles turning white as I fought for balance.Then his hand wrapped around his thick cock, and he suddenly pushed inside me.He slammed in hard.Rough. Deep. One powerful thrust that buried every thick inch of his cock into my soaked, slick cunt.I cried out sharply, the stretch so intense it stole my breath. He was s
Melia.I felt like a girl whose daddy was offering her the sweetest candy. Like it was my first time tasting something so forbidden and delicious.But this time, I was being offered a cock. Killian’s cock. My own best friend’s husband.It wasn’t like I had never tasted cock before. Matt’s was big. But Killian’s felt different — like it could actually quench the depraved, endless lust burning inside me. Like it was made to ruin me completely. I had fantasized about this exact moment for days — imagining how heavy it would feel on my tongue, how it would stretch my throat, how his cum would taste when he finally flooded my mouth. My pussy was already dripping again just from kneeling in front of him.I got down quickly, dropping to my knees right there on the kitchen floor in front of him.“Take it out,” he said, voice low and commanding.Like a good girl, I did.I pulled down his swim shorts, and God — just like I had imagined — it was huge. A monstrous, thick thing. Even as I
Lana. I didn’t hesitate. I tugged my soaked panties aside and pushed two fingers into my dripping cunt, moaning loudly around his cock as I started fingering myself. The wet, squelching sounds of my fingers thrusting in and out mixed with the obscene gagging from my throat.“Fuck yes,” he groa
Lana. I wasn’t drunk. I swear I wasn’t. But what I was about to do was a whole violation of any rational reasoning right now.But God, only his presence alone had already made me wet. I felt my panties were so soaked and sticky now, the warm slickness pressing against my folds with every step I
Lana. The hunger was becoming too much, a constant, aching pulse that made it hard to sit still. I crossed my legs tighter, but it only made the pressure on my clit worse.“You know what…” Cyndy said before I could respond again. “Look to your left. In the corner. Beside the black dude… over t
Lana.I haven’t been properly fucked.Even Matt, my boyfriend, tries. God knows he tries. Sometimes. But the violent, dirty throb between my legs disagrees with everything he offers. It’s like a bomb infused between my thighs, ticking louder with every passing day, ready to detonate if I don’t







