[FM] The Time He Fucked Me in His Parents House

I left the house at 8.30 am to hang out with my friends since my husband’s hanging out with his family anyway. According to his itinerary: him and his brothers were supposed to fix their dad’s car leaving him with much wiggle room to randomly receive naughty texts from me. Honestly, I don’t really keep my promises. But that morning he grabbed my face, made me look him in the eye, and begged me to swear that I will not play the send-my-hubby-a-picture-of-my-butt-in-a-random-bathroom-and-text-him-naughty-shit game.

So, I kind of kept my promise. 1) His dreamy green eyes were hypnotizing 2) I guess I just wanted to be a good and behave for once in my life.

But I did, however, at around 4.15 pm show him some of the underwear I got at Agent Provocateur after leaving my friend’s place. I didn’t plan on doing some last-minute shopping but the urge to do so was evident since the last text I received told me they were installing the breaks or something. Also! I did not send a picture of any part of my body. Food, however, was different.

At 8.34 pm, I found myself driving to his parent’s house and details about intermingling with his family are left off because it’s SFW and it defeats the purpose of this post… unless I put this on my blog – which is highly unlikely due to the NSFW content.

Either way, we ended up using his old room instead of the guest room since … I don’t know… nostalgia? But even before getting a chance to settle or for him to shower I find myself being lifted, hauled, and tossed against his bed. I landed with a thump, confused, and rather turned on to find his face under my dress and in between my thighs.

“You’re not wearing the new ones?” he complained, voice muffled since his mouth was pressed on my muff.

“Obviously,” shivering and panting as I try to keep still and hold myself up as he grabbed and slung my left leg on to his shoulder. What followed next was his tongue pushing against my pantied sex coaxing it to drool and me to moan his name louder than I had expected.

I heard him shush me since, obviously, this wasn’t our apartment and that his family was still awake.

Upon removing my bikini bottom with one yank, I feel his hand grip at my hips and I somehow ended up on his bedroom floor – dress pushed up against my breasts – with him unbuckling his belt and quickly undoing his pants to fish out his throbbing, wet cock.

I wanted to taste it, to suck on it, and make him cum in my mouth – just like the many times I used to do in situations where his family is just a door away from finding out we’d been doing naughty things in their vicinity. But alas, instead of getting my way his hand found its way on my throat, grabbed it and shoved his cock in me with one thrust.

I moaned his name before his hand covered my mouth. “Shh… quiet, honey butt, do you want everyone to hear that I’m fucking you right now?” and then he giggled before a few more hard thrusts reminding me the rules he’d set before moving to a fixed rhythm. Hand on throat, mouth pressed against mine.

After a few more hard thrusts he stopped and sat on the edge of his bed and patted his lap. To which I automatically took the signal and straddled him. I gasped but covered my mouth before I kissed him hard. I rode him until he came – shit, until I came, biting oh his shoulder so they couldn’t hear us.

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