You position your stiff cock between your eager secretary's legs and are preparing to enter her. She gasps as the tip brushes against her pussy lips, then slowly sinks inside. Wanting to enjoy every last moment of this new affair, you push forward gradually, inch after inch of your member being hungrily enveloped by Julie's dripping cunt. She moans softly from the stimulation of her pussy stretching to accommodate your girth. Eventually, you hit bottom, and your hips are firmly pressed up against your secretary's. Her eyes lock onto yours as you pull back a bit, then plunge back in to the hilt. Soon, you build up a steady rhythm, and Julie begins moving her own hips toward you in unison with your thrusts.
"Mmmmmmm... that feels sooooo goooood, Marky!" your secretary exclaims between moans.
"I'll bet it does, you little bitch!"
You stop dead in your tracks, your cock still buried inside Julie, and now white as a ghost as you recognize the voice behind you. It seems that your wife Sarah decided that it would be fun to surprise you during your lunch hour with a romantic picnic for two. Instead, she got the surprise, catching her husband getting it on with his curvy secretary. You know there's no way out of this; you've been caught with your hand, or in this case your dick, inside the cookie jar. Very slowly and carefully, you pull out of Julie and turn to face your wife. You can almost see fire in her eyes from anger, but at the same time she is holding back a deluge of tears.
"Listen, Sarah... I--"
"You what, Mark? Decided to betray me by fucking your hot little secretary over there behind my back?"
You are tripping over your words at this point, trying to explain the situation to your wife. "I can explain everything if you'll--"
"Oh, I think it's pretty self-explanatory," Sarah snarled. "You lie to me at home, saying I'm the only love of your life, and then when you get to work, you throw your little office whore on top of your desk and plow her all day long!"
"Sarah, I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to hurt you, but--"
"Well, you did!" Sarah snapped back, interrupting for the third time.
"Is there any way you could ever forgive me?" you plead.
Sarah's expression softens a bit as she ponders the situation. "Well..."
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