You can’t help it. You’re so jealous of my husband. He’s been such a good friend to you. We let you stay with us. You hear us fucking down the hall, and you stroke yourself, pretending it’s you I’m moaning for. Waiting for weeks for the moment to take what you want. Finally he’s gone to work, and we’re alone in the house. We have breakfast together and afterwards you snake an arm around me, open my robe and grope my naked breasts. They’re soft and heavy in your hands. “Stop it, we’re just friends, no.” I whisper, pushing you away as you suckle my big nipples. “Yes baby,” you say back, biting and sucking until I’m covered in bruises. I tremble, protest, and try to pull away. You push me down on my back on the dining table. As you expose the rest of my body I plead “Stop it, I can’t let you do this, don't…” And you kneel down to eat my pussy. Jaw wide open to lick and suck every inch of me. My legs fall apart for you as you devour my cunt. I moan “God, no, no, you can’t.” And you say again “Yes baby,” fucking me with your tongue and stroking my clit. I cum in your mouth, shaking and dripping, begging you not to. My cunt trembles on your tongue, squeezing tight as you force me to keep cumming. My skin flushes red, and I cry out needily and frustratedly as my orgasm flows through me. Groaning “please, don’t, I thought you were my friend, no more.” And you say “There’s lots more, baby.” Stroking your cock against my soaking wet folds. My hips roll against you, wanting more, as I shake my head. You nod, pushing slowly in, watching my tormented face as you finally slide all the way inside me. “Yes baby, oh fuck, yes, I’m so deep inside you, finally… fuck, you feel so good on my cock.” You pump slowly and deeply, purposefully, holding my legs apart until I stop fighting you and let you pound me. I cry out softly, moaning against my will as your bare cock fills me. My pussy accepts your gentle assault readily, responding with more wetness and sensitivity. “Please stop, I’m going to cum again, no, please, oh fuck, you can’t do this to me, please don’t make me cum again.” You pound deep and soft into me, coaxing me on with “Yes baby, cum for me again, feel me splitting you open, my unprotected cock pounding into you over and over, cum on my cock while I force myself inside you, give it to me.” With a shuddering breath and a cry, my pussy clenches down on your cock and I cum for you. Whimpering “No, no, please, I can’t…” You growl and yell and pound my cunt as I cum. Unwilling to stop you, I hold onto the table while you drag my orgasm out. My cunt pulses around you, pink and needy. You bottom out inside me, and with a groan you cum inside me. I cry out unexpectedly and whine “Oh fuck, no, oh fuck, I can’t believe you’re cumming inside me…” My body milks you as you pump me full of cum. We groan and writhe against each other. You stroke my clit as you keep pumping inside me. “Yes baby, that’s my fucking cum, I’m cumming inside your married pussy, doesn’t it feel so good? Keep cumming for me, good girl, keep milking my cock for that cum. I’ll give you more.”