Surprise, He's All Yours

Luna walks through the door, drops her purse. A note sticks to the fridge—come meet your surprise in the living room. She rounds the corner and stops. Tall, thick-muscled Ramon stands bare-chested, arms loose at his sides, cock already bulging under tight black briefs like it owns the place. Her husband’s note is on the coffee table with one clear command: enjoy. Ramon moves fast. One yank and her blouse pops open. He drops her bra, buries his mouth on her big soft tits, sucks a nipple hard till she moans like she’s starved. His hand slides up her skirt, finds her soaked panties and shoves them aside. Thick fingers slide right in—two knuckles, then three—rubbing that spot that makes her legs shake. She ends up face-down on the couch, skirt shoved to her waist, ass in the air. Ramon peels the briefs down and his cock slaps heavy and hot between her cheeks. One stroke and he’s buried, balls-deep. Every thrust knocks the breath out of her. He palms her tits while he pounds, nipple pinched tight between his thumb and finger. Luna claws the cushion, eyes watering, mouth open. She comes once, shaking, then again—short, sharp sparks—and still keeps slamming back into him like she’s chasing the next hit. Sweat drips off Ramon’s chest, hits her spine. He spits on his fingers, rubs her swollen clit while he bottoms out, drilling the last few inches each time. From the hall, her husband watches, zipper down, stroking slow. He likes the show. Ramon flips Luna onto her back, pins her knees wide, drives home again. Wet sounds fill the room—her soaked cunt gripping that fat dick like it might never let go. Her orgasm now is louder, feral; her back bows, legs tremble, and she keeps begging the moment she can speak. "More—fuck, don’t stop." She reaches down, spreads herself so Ramon can pound the slick pink right in front of her husband’s eyes. He gladly watches, willing to share the thick-curved blonde any night Ramon wants.