The Affair Continues 7

[Ma****]

They didn’t say a word. The aerobics instructor and gym boyfriend silently held hands and walked to the bed. They knew how to position themselves and prepare for the fuck. He pulled her onto the bed. She lay on her back, thighs parting as he moved over her. His hard cock nudged against her soaked entrance.
The aerobics instructor quietly lay on her back in the center of her boyfriend’s bed, her powerful, aerobics-honed body fully on display and trembling with nerves. Years of teaching high-energy aerobics classes had sculpted her beautifully: thick, strong thighs that could grip for hours, a round, firm ass, a toned yet soft stomach, and especially her heavy, full tits that now rose and fell rapidly with every anxious breath. Her dark Italian hair was still slightly damp from class, strands sticking to her flushed neck and collarbone. A light sheen of sweat made her smooth olive skin glisten under the low bedroom light. Her wide, dark areolas were tightly puckered, thick nipples stiff with a mix of *** and arousal.

She felt incredibly exposed in missionary — legs spread wide open for him, her soaked pussy visibly glistening and slightly swollen with need. The position left nothing hidden. Her large, heavy tits settled slightly to the sides from their own weight, jiggling softly with each shaky breath. Nipples hard .
He hovered above her, his own body strong and masculine. Broad shoulders, defined chest and arms from regular gym work, a flat stomach, and powerful hips built for thrusting. Between his legs, his erection looked intimidatingly hard. His hard cock stood thick and heavy, the shaft flushed dark with arousal, prominent veins running along its length. The swollen, bulbous head was already slick with a bead of precum, twitching visibly with every heartbeat as it pointed straight at her dripping entrance. It looked bigger than it had felt in her hand — long, girthy, and aggressively erect, the kind of cock that promised to stretch her in ways her husband never could.
She stared at his hard cock swallowing hard, a fresh wave of nervous guilt hitting her.
He’s so big, so hard… for me. My husband is home right now, and I’m lying here with my legs spread, about to take another man’s big cock inside my married pussy.
He leaned down, kissing her softly to calm her as he rubbed the hot, blunt head of his erection up and down her slick folds. The sensation made her gasp — the scorching heat and firmness of his cockhead parting her wet lips, coating himself in her arousal. Her thick thighs quivered on either side of his hips.

She lay back, thighs parting as he moved over her. She stroked his huge erection and guided the head slowly to her pussy lips. He pushed inside her slowly.
A deep, broken moan escaped her as his thick hard cock stretched her married pussy open, sliding inch by inch into her dripping heat. The sensation was overwhelming — full, hot, and intensely forbidden. Her inner pussy walls clenched tightly around his hard cock as he sank deeper, bottoming out with a shared groan.

The fuck begins.

Slow and deep at first, his hips rolling in steady thrusts while her legs wrapped around him. Her heavy tits bounced with every stroke, his hands returning to grope and squeeze them as he drove into her. Her pussy fluttered and squeezed around his cock, flooding with fresh wetness that coated his shaft and dripped down her ass with every thrust.
Oh god… he’s inside me, she thought, guilt and pleasure crashing together. I’m actually fucking him…
Their rhythm built gradually — deeper, harder, more urgent — skin slapping softly, wet sounds filling the bedroom as she surrendered completely, moaning into his mouth while her husband waited at home, none the wiser.