I was finishing reports at home when the doorbell rang. There stood Priya, my ex, tall and chubby with that face and those buttocks that could stop traffic. She smirked, stepping inside without invitation. "Missed me, boss? Or should I say, my husband's boss?" Her voice dripped with challenge.
"Your husband doesn't know you're here, does he?" I replied, eyes locked on hers. She laughed, pushing me against the wall. "He thinks I'm at yoga. But I'm here to take what I want—starting with that hard cock of yours." We kissed fiercely, her hands already unzipping me. She dropped to her knees for a blowjob, deepthroating with expert control, making me groan as her wet mouth worked my length.
Priya stood, stripping to reveal her dripping pussy. "Fuck me doggystyle, but remember—I set the pace." She bent over the couch, ass up, and I thrust in hard. She moaned, panting, "Deeper, make it count." We were both horny, sweating as the rhythm built. Then her phone rang—her husband, my employee.
She answered, voice steady despite my pounding. "Hey honey, just stretching at home." "Sounds like you're out of breath," he said suspiciously. "Yoga's intense today," she replied wittily. I whispered, "Tell him about the new project." She grinned. "Your boss mentioned overtime—wild stuff." "Overtime? At this hour?" he pressed. "Yeah, deep work," she panted, pushing back against me. "You sound distracted," he noted. "Just multitasking," she shot back. "Multitasking what?" "Breathing exercises and... planning." "Planning with who?" "The boss, obviously." "Why's he calling you?" "Work emergency." "You seem too excited." "Life's exciting." "I hear thumping." "TV's on loud." "What show?" "Action flick." "You okay?" "Perfect, just came from a good stretch." "Came?" "From yoga, silly." "Your voice is shaky." "Endorphins." "Endorphins from what?" "Hard exercise." "With the boss?" "He's helpful." "Suspicious timing." "Coincidence." "I don't buy it." "Trust me." "What's that noise?" "My ass getting the workout it needs." "Priya!" "Kidding, love." We both stifled laughs as I kept going, her pussy clenching. "Gotta go, call later," she said, hanging up mid-thrust.
We climaxed together, cum dripping down her thighs as we panted in ecstasy. She turned, strong and satisfied. "This is our secret—on my terms." As she dressed, she added with a wink, "Next time, we'll make him even more suspicious."
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