Her Coworker’s Bed: A Husband’s Unseen Betrayal

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As she softly kisses the tip of his cock, your wife remembers why she needed her coworker again… He lay back and let her worship him while he took pics with her phone so you could find them later…

The tension in my chest tightens as I imagine her lips softly brushing against his cock. It’s a sensation I can almost feel, the way her mouth gently teases the sensitive tip, remembering why she craves him. The room is quiet except for the soft sounds of her worship, her tongue flickering with practiced skill. He lies back, a smug smile playing on his lips, knowing she’s his to command. And as she pleasures him, he reaches for her phone, capturing every intimate moment, ensuring I’ll find these images later. It’s a betrayal, a silent scream of her desire for another man.

Why Does She Crave Him?

Her coworker’s bed is a sanctuary of forbidden pleasure. She remembers the first time, the thrill of the unknown, the rush of adrenaline as she straddled him, her pussy aching with need. Now, it’s a familiar dance, a rhythm they both know well. He guides her, his hands firm on her hips, directing her movements as she rides him. The bed creaks softly, a symphony of their secret encounters. She moans, a sound of pure ecstasy, lost in the moment, forgetting everything but the cock inside her.

What Will He Find?

I can almost hear the click of the camera, the flash illuminating their entwined bodies. He’s capturing every angle, every expression, ensuring I’ll see the truth. Her face, flushed with desire, her body glistening with sweat, every detail a testament to their affair. And as he takes the last photo, he whispers, ‘For your husband,’ a cruel reminder of the life she’s leading. It’s a game, a twisted power play, and I’m the unwitting participant, forever changed by the images I’ll find.The room falls silent, the only sound their heavy breathing. She collapses beside him, her body sated, her mind racing with the implications. He pulls her close, his arm a possessive band around her waist. They lie there, basking in the afterglow, unaware of the storm brewing in my mind. It’s a betrayal, a silent scream of her desire for another man, and I’m left to grapple with the truth, a truth I can never unsee.

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