Chapter 666: Breeding The Faithful Wife

I lined myself up and slowly shoved every thick inch fully inside her. Her mature walls stretched around me as I sank in to the base. Once I was buried deep, I started moving, not gently, but with rough, deliberate thrusts that made her heavy ass cheeks jiggle wildly under me with every impact.

"Ahhh... you’re so rough," Heather moaned, the words breaking out of her as I fucked her harder from behind. The wet sound of skin meeting skin filled the quiet bedroom.

Maya sat nearby on the bed, watching everything with dark, focused eyes. She stayed silent while I went rougher on another mother right in front of her, the same way she herself had been used earlier.

The open phone line carried every moan and every wet slap of my hips against Heather’s ass, and Maya simply listened along with the husband on the other end.

Heather’s husband spoke again, his voice curious now.

"Baby... are you using a dildo? I’m hearing skin-on-skin sounds," he asked.

The question hung in the air while I kept driving my cock deep into his wife from behind, her thick body rocking forward with every hard thrust. Heather’s moans only grew louder in response, and I made no effort to quiet the filthy sounds of our bodies meeting

"No, baby... I’m just using my fingers while imagining your cock," Heather lied into the phone, her voice shaky and thick with pleasure as I kept driving into her from behind.

Her husband let out a low, almost stunned sound on the other end of the line.

"Ahhh, baby... I haven’t heard your moans like that ever," he said, clearly affected by how raw and broken she sounded.

Of course he hadn’t. He had never used his wife’s body to its full potential, and it showed in every desperate, high-pitched sound she made for me. Years of frustration and underwhelming sex had left her starving for the kind of rough, thorough fucking I was giving her right now.

I answered that need by thrusting even harder, deep, punishing strokes that forced her thick ass to bounce and jiggle with every impact. It felt like I was trying to tear her pussy open with the force of it.

"Ahhh... it hurts so much..." Heather moaned, the words spilling out of her as I bottomed out again and again.

I reached forward, wrapped one hand around her soft neck from behind, and held her there while I fucked her like a cheap slut whose only purpose in life was to be used. My hips slammed against her ass with wet, heavy slaps.

The mattress creaked under the force of it. Her body rocked forward with every thrust, but I kept her pinned and open for me.

"No... no... please... ahhh..." she cried out, the protest mixing with unmistakable pleasure as I handled her roughly.

"Fuck..." I groaned in a deep, low voice. The way her fat ass cheeks were being crushed and reshaped under each hard impact, the way I was using her body so roughly while her husband listened on the open line, all of it pushed me closer to the edge.

The danger and the filth of the moment made my cock throb violently inside her.

On the other end of the phone, her husband heard the deep male groan.

"What was that?" he asked, sudden suspicion flickering in his voice.

Heather’s eyes fluttered. She was already close.

"Nothing... ahhh... I’m gonna cum, honey," she managed to say, her voice cracking as her orgasm started building hard.

Her husband didn’t question it further. Instead his tone turned encouraging, almost eager.

"You haven’t in a long time, baby. Cum... please," he said.

That was all it took.

Heather’s body seized under me. She started cumming hard, her pussy clamping down in tight, rhythmic pulses around my cock while a sudden wet rush of her juices squirted out around my shaft and soaked the sheets beneath us.

"Oh god... don’t stop... please..." she begged, pushing her ass back against me even as her orgasm wrecked her. She wanted me to keep fucking her straight through it.

I didn’t slow down. I kept pounding into her roughly, dragging out every wave of her climax, feeling her squirt and spasm around my cock while she moaned loudly into the mattress and the open phone line.

Her husband’s voice came through again, a mix of concern and clear enjoyment.

"Oh god, baby... you’re so loud. You might wake up Max," he said.

Even as he warned her, the excitement in his tone made it obvious how much he was enjoying the sounds of his wife cumming. He still had no idea those loud, broken, ecstatic moans weren’t for him at all, they were for the man currently buried deep inside her, using her thick body exactly the way it was meant to be used.

Then, after a few more deep, heavy thrusts, I came hard.

"Ahhh..." I groaned, the sound low and raw as the orgasm ripped through me. My body collapsed forward over Heather’s thick, juicy frame, pressing her deeper into the mattress.

My face ended up right beside her ear as my cock throbbed violently inside her and started pumping thick ropes of cum straight into her womb.

"It’s so warm..." Heather moaned softly, feeling every hot spurt of my seed flooding her.

Our bodies were completely connected in the filthiest way, skin slick with sweat, my cock still twitching and pulsing deep inside her as I emptied everything I had.

And through it all, her husband remained on the open phone line, listening to every broken moan and shaky breath she made while another man filled her.

Heather’s voice came out soft and almost distant when she finally spoke into the phone again.

"Honey... did you cum?" she asked her husband, still breathing heavily underneath me.

There was a short pause on the other end.

"I managed to get it half hard this time, Heather," he admitted. "I swear it’ll be fully hard when you’re with me again... but you came, baby, and that’s what I wanted."

I was close enough to see the clear disappointment that crossed Heather’s face at his words.

Then, without any warning, the bedroom door began to open.

The soft creak of the hinges cut through the heavy silence like a blade.

All three of us froze.