Housewife's Anal Adultery

Pam's just minding her business when that uptight next-door wife Carole pounds on her door like she's about to raise hell. Turns out Carole's furious because every husband on the block's been drooling over Pam's ass in those tiny shorts, imagining how tight it must feel when they grab a handful. Pam's not about to apologize for having a body that makes married men slip a hand into their pants. "Your hubby's probably jerking off to me right now," she smirks. Carole blushes hard, then lets slip that she's been thinking the same dirty thoughts herself—imagining burying her tongue in Pam's ass and fingering her open until she's slick and twitching. Pam sees her chance. She steps closer, tells Carole to cut the act, and tells her she's about to taste exactly what she's been secretly craving. Within seconds Carole's on her knees, spreading Pam's cheeks, tongue circling her puckered hole, getting her nice and wet while Pam grinds back against her face. She spits, pushes a finger in, then two, working Pam's ass open with greedy little pumps. Pam moans, reaches back to hold Carole's head in place, making sure every wet sound carries. Carole switches from fingers to tongue, licking deeper, then sucks on Pam's clit while two thick fingers keep pumping into her ass until Pam's thighs shake and she's cursing through the orgasm. Still not finished, Carole flips her around, gets that ass bent over the couch, and drives her tongue back in while her fingers work Pam open from the other angle until she's begging for more. Pam keeps taunting her—asking how long Carole's been fantasizing about fucking her neighbor's ass—until Carole's so worked up she's begging Pam to sit on her face so she can eat it properly. By the end, Carole's face is a mess, her lips shiny with spit, Pam's hole glistening and winking, both of them panting like they've just broken every neighborhood rule.