The Homewrecker and the Cuckquean Phone Sex-The Tables Turn 

Hi, I'm Emily and I may have to stop wrecking homes soon. And I bet you're wondering what could have possibly happened for me to come to that conclusion. Well, it all began when I met Ben. Ben was married for a little over ten years and had two beautiful kids. I personally loved when kids were involved, it makes taking their dad far more thrilling to me. His wife was a middle aged workaholic who was never home. She only needed to know that her home was clean and her kids were okay. Both of which she had others cater to.

So, who you might ask would cater to her husband

I met Ben, one faithful day *chuckles* looking at me unintentionally forming pun on words. He was in the supermarket as he always was getting groceries. Not even that did she try to do. It was super weird I remember chatting with him over whether he thought I should buy milk that would expire in three days. Jokes passed around about how my exes cum looked like expired, curdled milk. We laughed and laughed at the thought of that. And I can still remember how easy it was to talk to him. This was the first thing I noticed. The second being the wedding ring on his finger.

"Is that white gold?" I remember asking while beckoning to his ring.

He was flirting hard with me and I wanted him to know that I saw it.

"It is, actually, you have a very good eye." "Most people think its silver".

"I have a thing for wedding rings" I said wryly.

Making small talk just a bit more, he said he had to go and I wrote my phone number on the inside of his hand. I still remember how he hijacked my thoughts after that. I would rub my pussy intensely thinking about how I would let him take me in any hole he wished by the fruit.

Here we are a few months later and I'm his all out mistress

We were never exclusive, actually we would argue all the time about this. He wanted me to be faithful to him, while I was his side bitch. Don't worry, that didn't make sense to me either. The best sex of my life was in his wife's bed and when I finished I would use the sheets to clean my pussy too. This went on for months. Little did I know, his wife suspected and got cameras set up all over the house. But point to note, we still didn't know this and wouldn't until it was too late.

The Call

"Baby, she's not here, can you be here in twenty?" He pleaded. Totally un-necessary I might add, I adored taking his huge cock in me.

"And I'll be there, baby!"

And would you look at that...you'll have to come back next week to see what happens.

I walked into Ben's house with the confidence of a woman who lived there. But, I knew the maids, and his kids thought I was their nanny and I even had a spare key. But I was the mother fucking, and maybe I should say father fucking woman of this house. Above all It gave me a thrill to fuck her husband and take his seed inside of me.

The color drained from my face and goosebumps took over me

What was she doing here? Why was his wife here? What the fuck was she doing here?

"And you must be Emily!" she said in a similarly eerily dominant tone. Firstly, picture a beautiful woman sat across the bedroom clad in a red lingerie set and with her legs crossed. Meanwhile, her face was well made up and her nails in long, pink and white french-tips. I felt like her child and I nervously let out an uncomfortable groan. I had started to clutch at the oversized trench-coat I was wearing. I took solace in it and I grabbed it as protection against the unknown. Ben sat in the corner of the room on the bed looking and all the time looking only at his wife.

"Well, aren't you Emily? certainly she beckoned me to answer.

She stood up and walked over to me. I could feel her fingers brush against my neck as she removed the stray hairs from my face. Feeling my hair get tighter as she wound it in her grip, she pulled my head back and I could feel wetness all over my neck.

My pussy juiced at the feel of her tongue on the other hand.

She raised one of her legs, and pushed me down to my knees

"Kneel bitch!" Her words ran through me and I felt like whatever order she bellowed I would need to fulfill. She pulled her panties to the side and pressed her pussy against my face. Warm, slippery and salty and running down my throat. I wanted more and I was trying to get more shoving my tongue as deep as I could in her pussy hole. But just then she released me and I fell to the floor.

"Well!" I heard her say looking at Ben.

Laying there, I saw as Ben raised off the bed and came over to me. He used his feet to push my legs apart and knelt in front of me. His eyes were cold and I remember feeling like his whore, rather than how soft and affectionate he usually is. Meanwhile, my panties were shifted to the side and he placed his hands around my neck, really tight. I felt his meat shove deep inside my pussy. Hard. He was ramming me really rough and I could feel his thrusts being led by his wife who stood behind him. Her piercing gaze held mine and I felt almost as if I was fucking her and not Ben.

You like to fuck husband's do you

Above all she jeered me, and my pussy was becoming sore from how rough Ben was being. In addition to that she separated her legs, starting to rub her pussy while keeping her eyes locked to me. I wanted to taste her...again. And as her eyes were fixated, she ran them from our feet to our faces and this continued for what felt like an eternity. Just then Ben stood up and unloaded his warm and sticky cum all over my face. He walked away from me and over to her.

For what happens after that, you'll have to hear the audio...