Chapter 664: Sensual Breeding of Faithful Wife

Heather’s eyes were wide. She could feel exactly how ready I was.

"Alex... please, not right now," she whispered, her warm breath mixing with mine as our faces stayed close. There was real tension in her voice, fear of being caught mixed with the same heat that had been building all night.

But I was already too far gone.

I reached down between our bodies, wrapped my hand around my cock, and lined the thick head up against the soft entrance of her pussy.

She was still wet from everything that had happened earlier. I rubbed the swollen tip up and down along her slit a few times, smearing her own juices over the head, feeling the way her body twitched under me with every pass.

Heather’s hands came up to my shoulders, not quite pushing me away but not pulling me closer either. Her breathing had gone shallow.

On the other side of the bed, Maya continued holding the phone, calmly continuing the conversation with the man who had no idea what was happening to his wife only a few feet away.

I kept rubbing the head of my cock against Heather’s entrance, pressing a little firmer each time, letting her feel the thick shape of me right there at the edge. The heat of her pussy and the danger of the open call mixed together into something darker and more intense.

My cock throbbed hard against her soft folds as I prepared to push inside while her husband’s voice still came through the speaker in Maya’s hand.

"Alex... please, he might hear us," Heather moaned against my mouth, keeping her voice low and muffled so it wouldn’t carry clearly through the phone.

I didn’t pull away. Instead I reached up and grabbed one of her heavy, motherly breasts, squeezing the soft flesh firmly in my palm while I leaned down and took the stiff nipple into my mouth.

"But I want you right now, Heather... ahhh," I muttered against her skin, sucking hard on the sensitive peak.

Heather’s hands pressed lightly against my shoulders.

"Just control yourself for some moments," she whispered urgently, her eyes flicking toward the phone that Maya was still holding nearby.

"No," I said simply.

Then I shoved my cock into her pussy in one firm thrust.

"Oh no—" Heather moaned, the sound breaking out of her before she could fully stop it. Her tight, warm walls stretched around the sudden thick intrusion. She was still wet from earlier, but the size of me forced a sharp gasp from her throat as I sank deeper.

On the other end of the line, her husband heard the noise again.

"Heather, you keep stubbing your toes?" he asked, his voice coming through the speaker with mild concern.

Heather’s eyes widened as she looked up at me. I didn’t stop. I pushed my cock even deeper into her while pressing my body down against hers, pinning her thick frame to the mattress.

"Yeah, honey... ahh... I’m so careless," Heather managed to say, her voice shaky as I bottomed out inside her. The tight heat of her pussy clamped around every inch of me while she tried to keep her answers sounding normal.

Her husband spoke again.

"Mrs. Maya, please give the phone to my wife. It was nice talking to you," he said politely.

"Okay," Maya replied. She carefully moved the phone and placed it right next to Heather’s face, so close that any louder sound would be impossible to hide.

I shifted lower over her body and took one of her nipples back into my mouth, licking and sucking on the stiff peak while I stayed fully inside her. The wet heat of her pussy throbbed around my shaft with every small movement.

Her husband’s voice came through the phone again, calm and caring.

"Baby, you’re coming back tomorrow on the first train, right?" he asked.

At that exact moment I bit down on Heather’s nipple, hard.

"Yes, honey— oof—" Heather tried to contain the sharp sound of pain and pleasure, her voice cracking slightly as my teeth sank into the sensitive flesh. Her pussy tightened involuntarily around my cock from the sudden bite.

There was a short pause on the other end.

"Does it still hurt?" her husband asked, sounding like a genuinely caring husband checking on his wife.

Heather’s eyes fluttered open in disbelief at the question.

"What?" she asked.

"Does your pinky still hurt?" he clarified, referring to the lie Maya had told earlier about her stubbing her toe on the bed.

I didn’t give Heather any time to recover. I moved to her other breast and bit down on that nipple just as firmly, tugging the stiff peak between my teeth while my cock stayed buried deep inside her.

"Yeah, honey... it still hurts... ahhh," Heather moaned, the words coming out shaky and uneven as I continued to use her body right next to the open phone line. The tight, wet grip of her pussy around my cock and the danger of her husband’s voice so close mixed into something dark and addictive.

"I don’t know why, honey... hearing your moans made me miss you so much. I know I haven’t been giving you time lately," Heather’s husband said through the phone. His voice had grown warmer, almost thick with sudden arousal from the sounds he kept hearing on her end.

The soft, broken noises she made every time I pushed into her were clearly affecting him, even if he had no idea what was actually causing them.

Heather barely reacted to the apology. There was no softness in her expression as she lay pinned beneath me, my thick cock still buried deep inside her wet pussy.

"It’s okay, honey. We can talk later," she said, her tone flat and dismissive. She didn’t care that her husband was apologizing for neglecting her.

Her husband wasn’t ready to let the conversation end so easily.

"Heather, I really miss you, baby. I want to hold you," he said, his voice full of sincere longing.

Heather’s eyes locked onto mine at that exact moment. While her husband continued pouring loving words through the phone that sat only inches from her face, she stared up at me with open heat.

I smiled down at her darkly, holding her thick, mature body firmly beneath me as I rolled my hips and pushed my cock even deeper into her tight heat.

"I miss you too, honey," Heather said into the phone.

The reply came out cold, almost empty of real feeling. There was none of the warmth a wife might normally give her husband in a moment like this. Instead her eyes stayed locked on mine the entire time, dark with pure lust as I continued to fuck her slowly and deeply.