The Perfect Wife

Riley looks the part when her man is home. Hair smooth, smile polite, dinner on the table. Soon as his car pulls out of the driveway the heels go on and the real evening begins. She meets Markus at the same bar, same corner booth, and they barely make it through the first round of drinks. Back at the house she opens the front door, drops her dress on the floor, and pushes her tits against his chest. Markus spins her, bends her over the kitchen island, and works two slick fingers into her ass until she is panting. He lines up, presses the head of his cock against that tight ring, and sinks in slow. Riley claws the granite while he pumps deeper with every stroke. When he pulls out she turns, drops to her knees, and swallows him clean, tasting her own ass on his shaft. She climbs onto the counter, spreads wide, and takes him back inside, ass-first again, until his balls slap wet against her. Markus grabs her throat, holds her steady, and fills her up, thick spurts pumping deep. Riley stays still, breathing hard, feeling every pulse, until the cum starts to leak out around his cock. She reaches down, scoops a little on her fingers, and licks it off with a smile that says the perfect wife will be back by morning.