Adultery Husband's mistake -Wife's bang bang

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Her eyes widened, but she obeyed, her hands moving to spread her legs wider. Kamal stepped closer, his

cock now freed from his pants and standing at full attention. He took in the sight of her, her breasts heaving,

her pussy slick and swollen with arousal. He couldn't help but feel a twisted sense of pride that she was so

turned on by the thought of another man.(cuckloading thought)




"Beg for it," he said, his voice a dark whisper. "Beg for me to fuck you like the slut you are."

Athidi's eyes snapped open, meeting his fiery gaze. A part of her was horrified at the words coming out of his

mouth, but another part of her revelled in it, feeling a surge of arousal that made her pussy throb. She bit her

lip and whimpered, the need to please him overriding any shred of dignity she had left.

"Please," she moaned, her voice trembling. "Fuck me like he did."

Kamal: OK first then he told to open mouth.... She opened as his order. Kamal went near her mouth so

that his iron cock is touches her lips... but again with draw.... like that he teasing her not to shove in her

mouth.... She asked o dear please fill me up.... Then again kamal ordered beg me  again request me again.

Then only I will fill yours pussy.... With frustration she asked okay please baby I am begging you to fill

my mouth and pussy........




Kamal's eyes darkened with lust as he positioned himself between her legs. He didn't bother to take his own

pants off; the urgency was too much. He slammed into her, his thick cock filling her up in one swift motion.

Athidi's eyes rolled back in her head, a scream of pleasure muffled by his hand over her mouth.










The sound of their flesh slapping together filled the room, punctuated by the occasional clang of a chair and

table as their movements grew more erratic. Kamal's grip on her hair tightened, pulling her head back further

as he pounded into her, the counter digging into her back with every thrust.



With a feral growl, Kamal withdrew from her and spun her around to face the sofa. He pushed her down onto

the plush cushions, her breasts bouncing as she landed. His cock was slick with her juices, and he didn't

bother to give her any time to recover before he positioned himself behind her. He grabbed her hips and

pulled her back towards him, her legs parting instinctively.



In one smooth, powerful motion, he drove himself back inside her, his cock sinking into her pussy from behind.

Athidi's body arched, her nails digging into the fabric of the sofa as she felt the full force of his entry. The angle

was different, deeper, and it sent a fresh wave of pleasure crashing through her. Kamal had never felt this

aroused before, his mind consumed by the thought of the plumber's cock buried inside her while Athidi too

was imagining the plumber fucking her with his big cock and holding her like a doll with his ripped muscles

that she had been staring at.







He began to thrust in and out of her with an animalistic rhythm, his hand still fisted in her hair. Athidi could feel

every inch of him, the way he stretched and filled her, the way his balls slapped against her clit with each

powerful stroke. It was almost painful, but the pain only served to fuel her arousal. She could feel an orgasm

building, coiling tight in her belly like a spring wound to the breaking point.

Her moans grew louder, filling the room with their carnality. Kamal's grunts of exertion mingled with her cries

of pleasure, creating a symphony of lust that seemed to resonate through the very walls. Athidi's body felt

alive in a way it hadn't in years, her senses heightened and her mind racing with images of the plumber's

rough hands on her, his cock pounding into her as Kamal watched.



The tension in her core grew tighter with each of kamal's powerful strokes, his grip on her hair a constant

reminder of his dominance, his teeth grazing her neck as he claimed her. Her breath grew ragged, her eyes

squeezed shut as she felt the orgasm build, a crescendo of sensation that threatened to overwhelm her.

Athidi's moans grew louder, her body trembling beneath his, her walls clenching around his thick cock as she

neared the brink. Kamal felt her tighten around him and knew she was close. He reached around her, his hand

finding her clit, and began to rub it in tight, fast circles, his other hand still tangled in her hair.














With a final, desperate push, Athidi's orgasm hit her like a tidal wave, crashing over her with a force that left

her gasping for breath. Her pussy convulsed around his cock, her nails scratching at the sofa cushions as wave

after wave of pleasure washed over her. Kamal watched with a mix of triumph and lust, feeling her body shake

and tremble with every spasm of ecstasy.

He didn't give her a moment to recover, continuing to fuck her mercilessly, his strokes deep and demanding.

She felt his own climax building, his grip on her hair tightening, his thrusts becoming more erratic. Athidi

could feel her orgasm subsiding, but the sensation of his cock inside her kept her on edge, her body craving

more.

With a roar, kamal came, his hot cum filling her up. She felt his cock pulse, each spurt sending a shiver down

her spine. He collapsed over her, his chest heaving, his breathing ragged in her ear. For a moment, there was

nothing but the sound of their laboured breaths and the sticky wetness between her legs.




As the aftershocks of her orgasm faded, Athifi felt a strange mix of emotions. She was ashamed of herself for

enjoying her husband's aggression, yet thrilled by the intensity of their encounter. She had never felt so alive,

so desired.Kamal had always been a gentle lover, but this... this was something new, something darker and

more primal.



When they both caught their breaths, she finally found the courage to ask the question that had been burning

in her mind. "What possessed you so?" she whispered, turning to look at him over her shoulder. "Was it about

me staring at the plumber that turned you on so much?"



Kamal pulled out of her, his cock still half-hard and glistening with their combined juices. He couldn't meet her

gaze as he zipped up his pants, a strange mix of embarrassment and satisfaction playing across his features. "I

don't know," he finally admitted, his voice gruff. "It's like... I can't explain." He didn't want to think about what

went through his mind and made him so aroused. It was something he just couldn't come to terms with. In a

low soft tone he said "Sorry...."



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