She was still wearing her glasses as she sucked him off, the ones with the thick black frames. The ones that made her look nerdy as fuck, the ones that made her look like she’d never seen a cock before, let alone could handle one like a pro. Yet here she was, on her knees, her hand rapidly sliding up and down my husband’s cock, wet first from her pussy and then from her mouth.
Her dark black hair, cut into bangs, stuck to her forehead, sweating from the exertion of their fuck session as he’d bent her into any position he wanted, as she rode him enthusiastically, her tight ass rising in the air as her even tighter pussy slid up and down his shaft, her next lips gripping him with a tightness I could never imagine.
All the while, I sat there watching him devour this perfect piece of ass, this younger, hotter woman who had the type of body men dreamt of, and knew how to use it. All I wanted to do was to slip my hands between my legs, to release the tension building in me as I watched the show. But I was forbidden, my hands tied to the armrests because I couldn’t be trusted to behave, couldn’t be trusted not to act like the dirty whore I am and slide two, even three fingers deep inside my dripping wet pussy as I finger fucked myself into oblivion as she rode his fat cock, begging him to cum inside her.