Gregory came home to find Catherine in the kitchen, humming along to a song on the radio. She was putting the finishing touches on dinner, which included baked salmon and Brussels sprouts.

She stood at the counter with her back to him, wearing a skimpy apron and heels. The heels accentuated her well-turned calves and shapely rear end. Her blonde ponytail fell to her waist.

Gregory let out a low whistle, and Catherine turned around. The sheer material barely concealed her full breasts and shapely body.

“Honey! You’re home!” she said, putting her arms around his neck.

“Dayum, Catherine, I hope you’re what’s for dinner,” he said as he put his arms around her, holding her butt cheeks and leaning in for a kiss.

She leaned in and kissed him back, sliding her hands down to his big chest before reaching down and grabbing his bulge with both hands.

Gregory started to pull her apron off, and she pushed him away. “Dinner is done, Gregory. Finish your dinner, and I’ll be dessert.”

They finished dinner in record time. As she did the dishes, Gregory did her, kissing her neck and reaching around to fondle her firm breasts.

“Gregory, I’m trying to do the dishes,” she admonished, “You’re getting in the way.”

“Sorry, dear,” he said, pulling the ties that held her apron and removing it. He kicked her feet apart and reached between her legs, finding her soaking wet center and slipped three fingers inside her.

“Greg! You’re so bad, mmmmm,” she said. “Dishes are done. Let’s go!”   

Catherine bolted for the bedroom with Gregory right behind her. He got undressed as Catherine jumped on the bed on all fours.  

“Come on, hit it, old man!” she teased, playfully shaking her ass at Gregory.

 “Old man, huh? Here’s your old man hitting it,” he said, slapping her cheeks. Catherine squealed as Gregory spanked her sassy rear end.

“Gregory! That’s not what I meant,” she protested, giggling as he climbed on the bed behind her.

Gregory’s focus was on Catherine’s plump mound covered with fine blonde hair. Her dark labia were swollen with arousal and glistening with dew. He reached between her legs and pushed his fingers into her warm wetness once again.

“Mmmmm, that’s nice…,” she moaned. Gregory continued fingering his horny wife and stroked his growing cock.

“What got you all fired up today, slut? Did you blow the mailman or something?” he asked.

“Maybe I’ll do that next time…” she said, squeezing his fingers with her pussy and giggling.

He pulled his fingers out of her and stroked his cock. The head was dripping precum as he rubbed it on her engorged clit, along her slick folds to her warm honey hole.  

“Ooooo…that’s nice,” she moaned, “Mmmmm.”

Greg placed his slippery head at her opening and held her hips. Catherine groaned and tried to push herself back onto it, whimpering as he held her in place.

“God dammit, Greg, stop teasing,” she whimpered.

“If you want this dick, Catherine, you better tell me. What did you do?” he commanded, giving her cheeks a hard slap. “Do I need to get the paddle?”

“OK, OK! I’ll tell you. I saw the picture of that little cocksucker you work with sucking you off,” she said, “I watched it over and over, playing with myself, imagining you cumming in her mouth.”

Greg’s cock throbbed and grew stiffer hearing Catherine’s confession. She got crazy jealous when he fucked other women, but it made her crazy horny too.

“What did you do, Catherine?” he asked, slipping the head of his dick just inside her, stretching her opening, and holding it there.

“Ooooo, fuck! Uh, I met her for lunch, and I told her she owed me for fucking my husband. She swore she didn’t fuck you, but I called her a liar and told her I would fire her.”

Catherine whimpered as Gregory’s cock throbbed in her tight hole.

“She said she’d do anything to keep her job. I got a room, spanked her ass, and made her eat me. Your slutty girlfriend loved it,” Catherine confessed.

“Well, so that you know, I didn’t fuck her. But now that you mention it, I will,” he said. He pushed his thick cock into her, stretching her warm love tunnel wide and stuffing her full of dick.

“Ooo, God, mmm, fuuuck,” she moaned as he pushed it in to meet bottom.   

She squeezed his length tightly, gripping him, savoring the delicious feeling of being filled completely.

“Mmmm…Greg, what a fucking cock…” she moaned.

He held her hips as she gyrated against him, grinding his thick, spongy head against her A-spot and smearing her cervix with precum.

“Ooo, Greg…God damn.

Gregory was in her cunt to the root, his heavy balls pressed against her bottom, her warm, snugness engulfed his full length like a hand in a velvet glove.

He gently pulled out, stopping at her entrance, his head lodged between her nether lips.

“Your pussy is amazing,” he said. It seemed the two of them were made for each other; her warmth, tightness, and depth were a perfect match for his length and girth.

“That’s how you’re going to fuck her, Greg? Just one fuck?” Catherine teased. “What a disappointment. I won’t have to fire her; she’ll just quit.”

Gregory thrust again, this time slamming it into her with a grunt, claiming her pussy one violent thrust at a time.

“Ask her yourself, you cunt licking slut. Tell her what I’m doing to you and see how she responds. I bet she’ll beg for this dick, just like you do.”

He grabbed Catherine’s ponytail and pulled her up to a kneeling position, his cock still lodged deep inside her, her back pressed against him.

“Oh, fuck. I can’t call her! Look at me.”

“You look fine. Now do as I’ve asked or I’ll paddle your ass while she watches.”

“Well, since you put it that way, yes, sir,” she said, squirming on his dick, his precum flooding her depths.

Gregory pulled out his phone and said, “Call Alexis,” into it, and the call was made. Alexis answered on the first ring, the pretty girl’s face filling the screen.

“Yes, sir. How may I help you?” she said.

“I heard you met my wife, Catherine,” Gregory responded.

“Shit!” thought Alexis, “So much for having a job.”

“Yes, sir. She graciously invited me to lunch. She’s a lovely lady,” she said.

“Cut the bullshit, Alexis. I know you two were bumping pussies,” he said, “Recognize this?”

Gregory zoomed out. Alexis could see that he held Catherine’s body against his. He tilted the phone down and up again, scanning Catherine’s body so she could see. Alexis was intrigued.

“Catherine would like to chat with you,” said Gregory.

This was a first for Alexis, getting busted by her boss for having sex with his wife, then getting asked to chat with them while they’re having sex with each other.

Alexis wasn’t sure how to react exactly. The adventurous girl decided to play along to see where this would lead.

“Yes, sir. Anything you desire.”   

 “Gregory is fucking me, Alexis. He wants to fuck you, too. He ordered me to tell you all about it. Why don’t you get comfortable, and we’ll chat?”

“I have a confession, Catherine. I’ve been fantasizing about you two today,” said Alexis. She tilted her phone down from her face to show her nude body lying against the pillows on her bed. Her hand was between her legs, stroking her hairless pussy.

“Mmm, I’m happy to be your fantasy girl,” Catherine said as Gregory tossed the phone onto the bed.

Catherine returned to her position, lying on her hands and knees, setting the phone against a pillow, and looking down at Alexis. Alexis put her phone on the bed between her legs, providing Catherine with the perfect view of her masturbating.

“Gregory has his long, thick cock buried deep inside me, Alexis,”

“Mmmmm…I bet that big dick of his feels so good,” said Alexis. Her fingers drifting over her pert young tits.

“He’s driving me crazy. He slams it into me to the hilt, stretches me wide, and bottoms out just as his balls slap my pussy. Here, watch.”

Catherine grabbed the phone and reached back to lay it on the bed facing her pussy. Her knees were apart with Gregory kneeling between them so that Alexis could see the action.

“Oh fuck. I can see his balls pressed against you. Oh my God, Catherine, he must be in deep. ”

Gregory pulled out once more, the head at Catherine’s entrance between her lips, holding it there, teasing her. He knew she wanted to be pounded hard and deep.

Alexis watched as he pulled it out and whimpered, fingering herself furiously, “God, Catherine, I don’t know if I could fit it all.”

“Ohhh…God, Gregory, just fuck me!” Catherine begged.

“Oh my God, Catherine, you’re begging for…for dick.” Alexis moaned, opened her legs wide, as one hand fingered her pussy and the other strummed her throbbing clit.

Gregory thrust again, this time fucking her hard and deep, just the way she liked it.

Alexis could hear the meaty slap of his balls against Catherine’s bottom and the sounds of him grunting as he thrust into his moaning wife.

Alexis watched as he pounded into Catherine, juices dripping from her wet hole onto the phone below her.

“Fuck me! Fuck me! Yesss!” hissed Catherine, pushing back to meet his thrusts, Gregory’s cock filling her again and again, his cock swelling as he neared orgasm, stretching her just a little too much.

Alexis could only imagine the feeling of that cock inside her. Her fingers dug into her wet hole and rubbed her clit.

“Fuck me! Greg, fuck me, fuuuck! Gregory!” Catherine screamed as her orgasm swept through her like a wildfire.   

Gregory groaned and planted his dick deep into Catherine’s clenching vagina. The root of his cock throbbed, and his balls contracted as he flooded her with hot, creamy cum.

Alexis brought herself to orgasm, watching through the cum-stained lens of Gregory’s camera as her boss ravaged her lover’s dripping snatch.  

Catherine fell forward onto the bed, in a sweaty, panting heap, as orgasmic aftershocks wracked her body, forgetting all about the phone.

Gregory reached between her legs and picked it up, wiping the cum off onto Catherine’s ass.

Looking at the screen, he watched Alexis with both hands between her legs in the throes of a thundering orgasm.

“Oh God, sir. That was hot!” she said.

“Alexis? Pack an overnight bag. I'll pick you up in an hour.”

“Yes, sir.”

END