The Homewrecker and the Cuckquean Phone Sex-The Tables Turn Part 1

The Homewrecker and the Cuckquean Phone Sex-The Tables Turn Part 1. 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.

 
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