Chapter 665: Taboo Faithful Wife

I kept moving my hips in steady, controlled thrusts, enjoying the way her heavy breasts shifted with every motion and the way her eyes refused to leave mine.

On the other end of the line her husband kept speaking soft, loving things to the woman he thought was only his and faithful. Meanwhile that same woman lay underneath me with her legs open, taking every thick inch of my cock while answering him in a voice that held almost no emotion at all.

"Baby, can you go to the bathroom?" Heather’s husband asked, his voice thicker now. The soft, broken moans she kept making every time I pushed into her had clearly gotten him aroused.

Heather’s eyes flicked up to mine for a second before she answered.

"Why, honey?" she asked, trying to keep her tone steady even as my cock stayed buried deep inside her.

"I want you to finger yourself while thinking about me," her husband said.

The words came through the speaker clearly. He thought the phone was no longer on loudspeaker. He had no idea that Maya and I could hear every single thing he was saying.

Heather hesitated.

"But honey...?" she started.

"I know, baby. We haven’t done that in a long time... but you know how much I used to love you," her husband continued, his voice soft and almost nostalgic.

The truth hung unspoken in the room. Heather and her husband hadn’t had real sex in a long time, not since it became obvious that his cock simply wasn’t able to satisfy her anymore. The frustration of that had settled between them like a quiet, permanent weight.

I slowly lowered my face to her heavy breasts while I kept thrusting into her with long, controlled strokes. My tongue dragged over one stiff nipple before I closed my lips around it and sucked. Heather’s breath hitched against the phone.

"Honey... I don’t think we should do this," she said, her voice uneven as I licked and teased the sensitive peak while slowly fucking her. All the while I listened to her pathetic husband trying to get freaky over the phone, completely unaware of what was actually happening to his wife.

"Please, baby. I know I don’t get hard like before... but I want to feel that way again. Please," he begged.

He just wanted to listen to his wife’s moans.

What a stupid, pathetic bitch. This man had a wife whose body was made of pure sin, juicy, soft, and built for real pleasure, and all he could manage was begging to hear her make sounds for him over the phone.

I bit down a little harder on her nipple. Heather’s walls clenched around my cock. ℴℴ𝘮

"But you know I don’t enjoy it from just a finger," she said, her voice carrying a quiet edge. "Maybe I should find a boyfriend here."

The words were framed like a light tease, but they were actually the truth. She already had someone filling her properly right now.

Her husband only laughed softly, completely lost in his own delusion.

"I know you won’t do that. You’re my sweet wife who only loves me," he said with total confidence.

Heather’s eyes locked onto mine again. There was heat and something darker in them as she answered him.

"Yeah... you are right... ahhh..." she moaned, the last part slipping out as I bit her nipple firmly and rolled my hips, driving my cock deeper into her.

Hearing her talk to her husband like this, letting him believe she was still his sweet, faithful wife while I fucked her slowly and thoroughly, only made the urge to get rougher climb higher.

I wanted that man on the other end of the line to hear exactly how much his wife moaned when she finally got the pleasure she deserved. I wanted every wet, broken sound she made to travel straight through the phone so he would know, even without understanding why, that something far better than his fingers was taking care of her.

I kept my mouth on her breast and my cock moving steadily inside her, listening to the soft, loving nonsense her husband kept pouring into her ear while his wife’s body belonged completely to me in that moment.

"Please, baby..." Heather’s husband asked again, his voice soft and pleading through the phone.

Heather let out a quiet breath. Then she gave in.

"Okay, honey... if you want that," she said.

She set the phone down on the bed beside her head so the line stayed open, then turned her face toward me. Her dark eyes locked onto mine with clear heat. She reached up, pulled me closer by the back of my neck, and brought her lips right against my ear.

"Fuck me rough, Alex," she whispered, so quietly that only I could hear it.

That single whispered command was everything I needed.

I pulled my cock out of her wet pussy with a slick sound, then grabbed her thick body and roughly turned her over onto her stomach on the bed. Heather’s heavy breasts pressed into the mattress as I pushed her down. Her ass rose slightly, the soft, full cheeks on full display.

"Ahhh... I’m so wet. Please fuck me from behind," Heather moaned, her voice loud enough to carry clearly into the phone.

On the other end of the line her husband groaned with sudden excitement.

"Yes, baby... just like that. I’m getting a little hard," he said, completely convinced that his wife was only roleplaying for him. He had no idea that another man’s cock was about to stretch her open while he listened.

I spread Heather’s fat ass cheeks with both hands, exposing the wet, swollen lips of her pussy. Then I lowered myself over her back, letting the heavy weight of my body press her into the mattress. My cock rested thick and hard against her entrance, the head sliding between her slick folds.

"Ahhh... put it in there... ahhh," Heather moaned, pushing her hips back slightly.