Page 64 of The Naughty List

“Just one more minute,” I tell him, “I’m close to coming,” I work my clit fast, “I want to be real close when you slam into me. I want her to see me coming when you fuck me.”

“Fucking hell,” he says, gripping his cock tight.

I keep playing while he watches, and his eyes are so full of need. I spread my pussy and show him what he’s missing… what he’ll be getting… and he groans, gripping his balls.

I slap my clit once, twice, and I’m so fucking close, I daren’t touch it again.

His wife calls out loudly, no doubt deliberately, from the stairs as she approaches the action.

“Mark! Are you up there? The party was boring, so I came home early.”

Her voice is deep. Authoritative.

“Jesus Christ,” Mark says and launches his body onto mine, pumping me like he’s been doing it for hours, his mouth slavering as he kisses me. I wrap my legs around his waist and coax him on, urge him on, panting like a bitch against his mouth. We’re still going strong as the bedroom door swings open wide, but it’s a close call, since I can’t hold back anymore.

“Mark!” I cry as he slams me and the orgasm is so intense, I’m seeing fucking stars as he pounds me.

“MARK!” his wife bellows and it’s enough for him to pause, his cock buried deep.

I look over at the woman in the doorway as though it’s a surprise to be busted, impressed by the fake disgust on her face as she steps on in and slams the door.

She’s stunning. Her dark hair is twisted up in a bun, showing off her slender neck, and she’s in a short red ballgown, as though she really has been out at a party. She’s in tall, classy shoes, and has muscular legs that match her muscular torso. Her tits are high and impressive, just not nearly so big as mine.

“What the fuck is going on?” she asks him, as though I don’t exist.

He stumbles over his words as she approaches, and she looks down at me, still impaled by her husband’s dick.

“Get the fuck up,” she snaps, and takes a fistful of my hair to pull me out from under him.

Shit, I fumble until I’m sitting upright on the edge of the bed.

She drops down to a crouch, right in front of me. “What’s your fucking name, you little slut?”

“Holly,” I tell her.

“And what the fuck are you doing with my husband, Holly?”

“Viv–” Mark begins, but she holds a hand up.

“You’re the one who’s been after him from the coffee shop, aren’t you? He’s told me about you, you big titted bitch.”

I meet her eyes in shock, like she’s caught me out.

“I, um, couldn’t help myself… he’s just so hot… and I–”

“Shut up!” she yells. “You knew he was married. He told you plenty of times.”

“Yes, he did, but I know Mark likes goth girls! And I knew that if I dressed up and came to him…”

She wasn’t expecting that. She flashes him a genuine glare.

“That’s what you told her, is it? That you like goth girls?”

“She dragged it out of me!” he says. “She’s been trying to fuck me for months, like a slutty little vixen.” He looks at me with disdain, like I really am worth fuck all. “I couldn’t help myself, just look at her, Viv. Look at her. How the fuck do you think I was going to turn that down?”

“Because you’re married to me!” She straightens up and shoves him onto his back. “You’re a married man who should know the fuck better, and as foryou,” she sneers at me. “You’re an adulterous mantrap who deserves a beating. So get out of here before I give you one.”

I remember the proposal. I shake my head.

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