A married woman in a sheer pink dress seduces her husband's best friend. A filthy, rough, and taboo affair unfolds. Read the full NSFW story now!" "I’m Natalia, 26, and I’m fucking fed up with my husband’s pathetic, shriveled dick—a useless turd swinging while I’m trapped in our stench-filled bed, a filthy bitch ready to snap. I loathe his sorry ass, his puny prick a rotting thorn in my side, and sure, guilt’s clawing my guts like a pissed-off stray, but my soaked cunt’s howling for more. I’ve been ramming my fingers deep, craving a real fucker to tear me to shreds—tonight, I’m his nasty little cumdump, pulse slamming like a war drum, ready to get fucked ‘til I’m a sloppy, busted wreck. Wanna see who’s pounding me raw? Dive in, you dirty bastards." Cheating Wife’s Filthy Club Hookup: Lustful Teasing and Dirty Talk Begin I strut into the club like a goddamn sex goddess carved from pure filth, my 26-year-old body a fucking masterpiece begging to be torn apart. My big, rounded tits—huge, juicy fuck-bags—spill out of my baby pink transparent dress, the fabric so thin it’s like cling wrap, showing off my fat, pink nipples standing hard as bullets, practically screaming, “Suck me raw, you bastards!” The dress hugs my hourglass figure like a second skin, cinching my tiny waist, flaring over my thick, slutty hips, and clinging to my round, fuckable ass that jiggles with every step like a pornstar’s wet dream. My long, baby pink hair flows in wild, beachy waves, a cascade of silky strands tumbling past my shoulders, down my back, brushing my ass like a teasing whore’s mane—each wave bouncing, catching the neon lights, making me look like a goddess who’s ready to get gangbanged into oblivion. My diamond-shaped face is a slutty canvas—sharp cheekbones cutting like knives, plump, cock-sucking lips painted glossy pink, so fat and juicy they’re begging to wrap around a dick, and big, blue eyes that sparkle with dirty promises, framed by long, fluttering lashes dripping with mascara, daring someone to cum all over them. I’m decked out in baby pink jewelry—a tight choker strangling my neck like a promise of submission, earrings dangling long and slutty, bracelets clinking on my wrists like a stripper’s chains—and a matching pink purse swings off my shoulder, tiny but screaming “fuck me” vibes. Every inch of me is a walking sin—skin glowing golden under the lights, legs long and smooth leading up to a pussy that’s already dripping through my thong, my whole look shouting, “I’m a filthy slut ready to get fucked ‘til I bleed.” Then I spot him—Alex. My husband’s best fucking friend, the bastard I’ve been creaming myself over for months. He’s leaning against the bar, all dark, hungry eyes that strip me bare, a wicked smirk curling his lips, sipping whiskey like he’s the king of this shithole. His rugged jawline and broad shoulders scream danger, and my pussy clenches hard, soaking my thong just from his stare. He’s the forbidden cock I’ve been dreaming about while my pathetic husband jerks off to shitty porn at home, leaving me unsatisfied and horny as fuck. Tonight, I’m cheating—ready to spread my legs and let Alex ruin me like the dirty whore I am. I saunter over, hips rolling like I’m in a porno, my fat tits bouncing with every step, nipples poking through the dress like a slut’s invitation. I lean in close, my perfume—a mix of sweet vanilla and raw sex—hitting him like a punch, and purr, “Hey, you filthy fucker,” my voice low and dripping with lust, licking my plump lips slow, letting a string of spit glisten in the light. “Like what you see? These big tits begging for your cock?” His eyes devour me, raking over my nipples, down to my curvy hips, lingering on my ass, then locking onto my lips like he’s already fucking them in his head. “Jesus fucking Christ, Natalia,” he growls, his voice rough as gravel, thick with want. “You look like a cum-starved whore straight out of a wet dream. What’s a dirty bitch like you doing here without that limp-dick husband of yours?” I smirk, tossing my pink waves back, letting them cascade over my shoulders, teasing my bare skin as I arch my back to push my tits closer. “Maybe I’m sick of his shriveled little prick and need a real man to split my cunt wide open. Think you’ve got the balls to pound me ‘til I’m screaming your name, or you just gonna stare at my fat, juicy tits all night and jack off later?” He steps closer, his whiskey breath hot on my face, making my clit throb like a nasty little bitch. “Watch that filthy mouth, you cheating slut,” he snarls, grabbing my wrist so hard I feel the bones creak, his fingers leaving red marks. “Keep talking like that, and I’ll choke you with my cock right here ‘til you’re puking cum all over this fucking bar.” I laugh, a low, dirty sound, pressing my tits against his chest, feeling his dick swell in his pants—thick and hard already. “Big fucking words, Alex. Bet you’d love to ram that fat, veiny cock down my throat, huh? Tear this dress off, shove me against the wall, and make me your cum-dripping fucktoy while everyone watches?” He yanks me tighter, his grip bruising, and leans in, his lips brushing my ear as he hisses, “You’re begging to be my nasty little cumslave, aren’t you? I’ll gag you on my dick ‘til your eyes pop out of your slutty skull, then fuck that soaking wet pussy ‘til you’re a crippled, drooling wreck.” My nipples are so hard they hurt, poking through the dress like fucking diamonds, and I lick my lips again, slow and deliberate, letting spit drip down my chin as I stare into his eyes. “Prove it, you sick bastard. I want you to destroy me—turn my pussy into a bloody, gaping hole and make me forget that useless prick I married ever existed.” His hand slides up my thigh, rough fingers brushing my drenched thong, and he grins, a twisted, feral look that makes my cunt ache. “You’re a sloppy, dripping fuckhole already, you nasty pig. Been fantasizing about my cock ripping your guts apart, huh?” “Every fucking night,” I admit, grabbing his bulge and squeezing ‘til he grunts, feeling the heat and pulse of his dick through his pants. “Imagining you bending me over, choking me, fucking me raw while my husband cries like a bitch. Now stop talking and take me somewhere you can pound me ‘til I’m a fucking corpse.” “Car, you filthy cunt,” he snarls, dragging me out by the wrist, my heels clacking loud on the floor, my body buzzing with raw, slutty need. We stumble into the parking lot, and he shoves me into his sleek black ride—a beast of a car that screams money and sex—slamming the door so hard it rattles my teeth. His mouth crashes into mine, a brutal, sloppy mess—teeth smashing against my plump lips, biting ‘til I taste blood, his tongue raping my mouth like he owns it. I moan like a cheap streetwalker, clawing at his shirt, ripping buttons as he yanks my dress up, tearing my thong off in one savage pull. The fabric rips loud, snapping apart, leaving my pussy bare and dripping. His fingers—three thick, rough fuckers—plunge into my cunt, no warning, no mercy, pumping hard and deep, tearing me open as I scream into his mouth. “Fuck, you’re a wet, sloppy shithole,” he grunts, curling his fingers, hitting my spot ‘til my legs shake and I’m howling. “Gonna squirt all over my hand like a desperate little bitch?” “Harder, you fucking asshole,” I snarl, grinding on his hand, forcing his fingers deeper ‘til I feel my walls stretch. “Rip my cunt apart ‘til I’m begging for your cock.” My hands fumble with his zipper, yanking it down, pulling out his thick, pulsing cock—veins bulging like ropes, precum dripping like a nasty promise. I hawk a fat glob of spit on it, the wet smack loud in the car, stroking him rough and fast, then dive down, swallowing him whole. My lips stretch wide, throat burning as he fills me, his sweaty, musky taste making me gag. He groans, grabbing my pink hair in a fist, shoving my head down ‘til my nose is smashed against his pubes, choking me on his dick. I gag hard, drool and snot pouring down my chin, puke bubbling up, and I fucking love it—moaning around him, slurping like a starved whore. “Suck it, you disgusting cocksucker,” he roars, thrusting into my throat, slapping my cheek ‘til it stings red. “Gonna fuck your face ‘til you’re a drooling mess, you filthy pig.” I pull off, hacking up spit and precum, a thick string dangling from my lips as I grin up at him, my face a wrecked, slutty mess. “Not yet, you vile prick. Take me to your place and fuck me ‘til my pussy’s a bleeding ruin and my throat’s raw.” He fires up the car, one hand on the wheel, the other still knuckle-deep in my cunt, twisting and pumping as we peel out, tires screeching like my screams are about to. Rough Penthouse Entry Sex: Cheating Slut Gets Clothes Ripped and Tits Mauled We crash through the penthouse door, a heavy slab of polished wood that slams shut with a deafening bang, locking us into this den of filth. The second it closes, Alex turns into a fucking rabid beast. His hand clamps around my throat, fingers digging into my windpipe ‘til I can barely breathe, my vision spotting black as he squeezes hard, growling, “You’re my fucking property now, you cheating slut.” His other hand grabs both my fat, juicy tits—those big, rounded fuck-bags—squeezing ‘til the flesh spills between his fingers, bruising my creamy skin, making me squeal like a stuck pig. “Gonna wreck you ‘til you’re nothing but a cum-soaked rag,” he snarls, and with one brutal motion, he rips my baby pink dress clean off. His hands claw at the neckline, tearing the thin fabric like it’s tissue paper—the sound is a loud, jagged rip, seams popping, threads snapping as it splits down the front, exposing my tits, my stomach, my hips in one savage pull. He doesn’t stop—grabs the hem and yanks harder, shredding it completely, the tattered remains falling to the floor in a pink heap, leaving me in just my bra and thong. He’s not done. His fingers hook under my bra straps, pulling so hard the hooks groan, then snap—one, two, three—the black lace tearing free as he rips it off my chest, my big tits bouncing out, nipples hard and red, begging for abuse. “Fucking look at these,” he growls, slapping them hard, the smack echoing, my skin burning as they jiggle. Then my thong—he grabs the waistband, yanking it up first to grind it into my dripping pussy, the fabric cutting into my clit ‘til I yelp, then pulls down with a vicious tug. The seams rip loud, the lace shredding apart, leaving my cunt and ass bare, my thighs slick with my own juices. I’m stark naked now, my hourglass body a trembling, sweaty canvas—tits heaving with every breath, ass quivering, pink hair a wild, tangled mess falling over my shoulders—and he dives back in, grabbing my tits again, kneading them like he’s trying to rip them off, his thumbs digging into my nipples ‘til they’re raw and I’m screaming. “These fucking udders are mine,” he snarls, burying his face in my cleavage, sucking my left nipple so hard it feels like he’s pulling my soul out through it, his teeth sinking in ‘til I feel the skin break, a sharp sting as blood prickles up. He switches to the right, biting down even harder, leaving deep teeth marks, sucking ‘til they’re swollen and throbbing, spit dripping down my chest. “Gonna chew these slutty tits ‘til they’re fucking hamburger meat,” he growls, pulling back to hawk a thick, warm gob of spit right between them, the slime sliding down my stomach as he slaps them again—left, right, left—each hit leaving red handprints, my skin stinging like fire. “Fuck yes, bite ‘em harder, you animal,” I moan, shoving his head deeper into my chest, my hands tangling in his hair. “Mark me up, make me your bitch.” He licks my nipples again, sucking ‘til they’re bloody, then spits another fat glob on my tits, rubbing it in with his palm before slapping them so hard I gasp, a little piss leaking out from the pain. “Get on your fucking knees, you cum-guzzling whore,” he orders, yanking his pants down, his belt clanking as they hit the floor. His cock springs free—a thick, veiny monster, pulsing with rage, precum oozing from the tip like a nasty tease. I drop fast, my knees hitting the hardwood, grabbing his dick with both hands, stroking it rough before diving in, sucking him deep. My plump lips stretch wide around his girth, my tongue swirling over the salty, sweaty head, drool spilling down my chin as I bob my head, gagging loud as he hits the back of my throat. He grabs my pink hair in a fist, slamming my face down ‘til my nose is buried in his musky pubes, his cock choking me, spit and precum bubbling out of my mouth. “Yeah, choke on my filthy dick, you nasty bitch,” he roars, slapping my cheek ‘til it burns red, his other hand squeezing my throat as he fucks my face. I gag harder, puke rising, tears streaming down my face, snot dripping from my nose, and I fucking love it—moaning around his dick, slurping like a starved slut. “Bet your husband never turned you into a drooling cum-sleeve like this, huh?” he snarls, licking my lips as I pull back for air, spitting a thick glob into my open mouth that I swallow with a wicked grin. “He couldn’t handle this slutty throat,” I gasp, drool dripping off my chin. “Fuck it harder, make me puke your cum.” He rams back in, skull-fucking me ‘til my eyes bulge, licking my lips between thrusts, sucking them ‘til they’re swollen, spitting more slime into my mouth—each gob warm and thick, sliding down my throat as I choke and laugh. My face is a wreck—pink hair tangled, mascara running black down my cheeks, spit and snot smeared everywhere—and I’m creaming myself over it. “Bathroom, you disgusting pig,” he growls, yanking me up by the arm, his spit still glistening on my face as he drags me off, my naked body stumbling behind him. Hardcore Bathroom Fuckfest: Brutal Positions and Nasty Cheating Sex We stumble into his massive bathroom—a marble and glass fuck-palace, all sleek surfaces and mirrors reflecting my slutty ruin. Alex shoves me against the counter, my big tits smashing into the cold marble, the shock making my nipples throb as I yelp. He stands behind me, spitting a thick, yellow wad right onto my pussy—it lands with a wet splat, sliding down my slit—then slams his cock inside, no warning, no lube, just raw, brutal force splitting me open. I scream, the stretch burning like fire, my cunt clenching around him as he pounds me like a fucking jackhammer, each thrust slamming my hips into the counter, bruising my flesh. “Take it, you cheating fuckhole,” he roars, clawing my hips with his nails, drawing blood as he fucks me raw. “This what you wanted? My dick tearing your guts apart?” “Yes, fuck, yes!” I moan, slamming back against him, my ass slapping his thighs with loud, wet smacks, the sound echoing off the tiles. “Harder, you sick prick, destroy this pussy ‘til it’s bleeding!” He yanks my hair, pulling my head back so hard my scalp stings, forcing me to watch in the mirror—my blue eyes crazed with lust, my pink hair a sweaty, tangled mess sticking to my face, my tits bouncing like heavy udders with every brutal thrust. He leans in, licks my lips—his tongue rough and hot—sucks them ‘til they’re swollen, then spits a slimy gob into my mouth, grinning as I swallow it down. “Fucking nasty whore,” he growls, slapping my face, the sting making my pussy clench harder. “Lap dance, you filthy slut,” he orders, pulling out and flopping onto the tub’s edge, his cock glistening with my juices. I straddle him, grinding my dripping, bloody cunt on his dick, my ass cheeks rubbing against his thighs, then slide down, impaling myself hard. I ride him like a wild bitch, bouncing fast, my tits flopping in his face as he slaps my ass ‘til it’s raw—red welts rising—then bites my neck, sinking his teeth in ‘til blood trickles down my shoulder. I scream, cumming hard, my pussy squirting all over his lap, and he licks my armpits—salty and sweaty—spitting on my tits between bites. “Cunning time,” I purr, climbing off and sprawling on the counter, legs spread wide like a gutted fish, my pussy gaping and dripping. He dives between my thighs, tongue-fucking my raw hole, sucking my clit ‘til it’s swollen and pulsing, his teeth grazing it as I howl, cumming again, juices splashing his face. He pulls back, spits on my pussy—a thick, warm glob—then licks it back up, sucking my thighs, my toes, my ears, leaving wet trails of slime. “Razor edge,” he grunts, flipping me, my legs over his shoulders, pounding me so deep I feel him in my stomach, my screams cracking the air. “Bent over bather”—he bends me over the tub, one leg hooked up, fucking me sideways, my hands slipping on the porcelain as he slaps my ass ‘til it’s purple. “Bathtub boogie”—inside the dry tub, he rams me from behind, my knees scraping the bottom, his spit dripping down my back as he licks my neck, sucks my lips raw, and spits in my mouth again—five times in a row, each gob thicker, slimier, making me choke and giggle. “Lobby, you nasty fuckpig,” he snarls, yanking me out, his cock still rock-hard, slick with my blood and cum, dripping onto the floor as he drags me off, licking my face like a dog, spitting on my tits as we go. Wild Lobby Exhibition Sex: Cheating Whore Fucked Against Glass for All to See We stagger into the huge lobby hall—all glass walls and city lights blazing through—and he shoves me against the massive floor-to-ceiling window, my sweaty, naked body slamming into the cold glass, my big tits flattening against it, nipples smearing blood and spit. My breath fogs the pane, my ass trembling, and I know every fucker down there—every cab driver, every drunk asshole—can see me: a stark-naked slut, dripping with filth, ready to be fucked senseless. I don’t give a shit—I want them to watch, want their cocks hard, their wives crying, their hands jerking off to me. Alex spits on my ass—a thick, phlegmy gob that slides down my crack—then rams his cock into me doggy-style, my hands braced on the glass, clawing at it as he pounds me. “Fucking look at you, you cum-soaked pig,” he growls, slapping my ass ‘til it’s a bruised, bloody mess, welts rising like a map of his abuse. “Let ‘em watch you choke on my dick.” He leans in, licks my neck—his tongue hot and rough—sucks my ears ‘til they’re wet, spits on my face, a warm stream sliding down my cheek, then licks it back up, sucking my lips ‘til they’re bruised. “Make ‘em jealous,” I moan, grinding back against him, my ass jiggling like a fat whore’s. “Fuck me ‘til they’re cumming in their pants, you bastard.” He pulls my hair, yanking my head back ‘til my scalp screams, spits in my mouth—a slimy, yellow wad—and I spit back, hitting his chest, our saliva mixing as he laughs, feral and wicked. He grabs a bottle of rose fragrance from a table, sprays it over us—sweet, romantic bullshit cutting through the stench of sex—then pours wine down my back, a cold stream that he licks off my sweaty, bloody skin, sucking my armpits ‘til they’re dripping, spitting on my toes and licking them clean. “Sexy split”—he lifts one leg high, fucking me deep, my pussy farting wet squelches. “Ballerina”—on my toes, leg up, he pistons into me, my screams shaking the glass. “Bodyguard”—behind me, choking my throat ‘til I’m blue, ramming me against the window ‘til it creaks. “Standing 69”—he flips me upside down, my mouth gagging on his cock, his tongue raping my pussy, spit and cum dripping like a faucet. “Triceraptors”—one leg hooked, he fucks me wild, my body slamming the glass, cumming again, juices splattering the floor. He licks every inch—my ass cheeks, my thighs, my tits, my ears, my toes—spitting gobs of slime between each taste, sucking my lips raw, slapping my face ‘til it’s swollen. “Kitchen,” he grunts, dragging me off, wine bottle swinging, his spit still dripping down my chin as he licks my neck, sucks my tits, and spits on my face again. Messy Kitchen Cheating Sex: Whipped Cream and Wine-Soaked Filthy Fucking W