The rain hammered against the windows of the suburban house as Raj, the sharp-suited boss, stood on the doorstep of his subordinate's home. His ex, Priya—tall, chubby in all the right curves, with that unforgettable ass and face—had summoned him after her marriage to his buddy and employee, Vikram. "Couldn't stay away, could you?" she quipped, opening the door in a silk robe that clung to her dripping wet skin, her eyes sparkling with wicked challenge. "Vikram's out late, but you always were the one who got me horny first."
Priya pulled him inside, her strong hands shoving him against the wall for a fierce kiss. "Your husband's my bidu and my employee—think he'd approve of his boss claiming what's his?" Raj teased, voice low and witty. She laughed, biting his lip. "Approval's overrated. I've been wet thinking about this since the wedding. Now shut up and show me that hard cock." They stumbled to the bedroom, shedding clothes, her ass swaying invitingly as she dropped to her knees for a sloppy blowjob, taking him deep while panting, "Mmm, still tastes like trouble."
Raj spun her around, bending Priya over the bed in doggystyle, his cock slamming into her tight, dripping pussy with wild thrusts. She moaned, pushing back hard, sweat glistening on her chubby frame. "Harder, boss—make me cum like Vikram never could," she demanded, strong and unyielding. He pounded deeper, her ass rippling with each smack, both of them sweating and panting in the heat of forbidden lust.
The phone rang—Vikram's name flashing. Priya answered without missing a beat, Raj's thumping continuing relentlessly inside her. "Hey babe, how's the meeting?" she said casually, voice steady despite the deepthroat she'd given earlier and the cum still threatening to spill. Vikram's voice crackled through: "Fine, but the house sounds... off. Is someone there?" "Just the TV, loud as usual," Priya replied wittily, clenching her pussy around Raj's cock. "You sound tired—boss working you hard again?"
"Yeah, Raj is a slave driver," Vikram chuckled suspiciously. "Heard some thumping—everything okay?" Raj grinned, thrusting deeper as Priya stifled a moan. "Totally fine, just rearranging furniture. Miss me?" she shot back, her dialogue sharp. "Of course, but why's it echo like that?" Vikram pressed. "Echoes from the storm, silly. How's the deal going?" Priya countered, her ass jiggling wildly. "Good, but I swear I hear panting—"
"Panting? Must be the dog next door," she laughed, grinding back harder while Raj whispered filthy encouragements. The call stretched with twenty-five lines of tense banter—Vikram voicing doubts about noises and her breathlessness, Priya deflecting with clever jabs about work and weather—until Raj couldn't hold back. They came together in a shuddering explosion, her pussy milking his cock as cum dripped down her thighs.
As the call ended with Vikram's lingering suspicion, Priya turned with a sly smile, already plotting their next risk. "That was just the warm-up—imagine when he starts asking questions at the office."
Little did Vikram know, his wife's loyalty had only just begun to unravel in the boss's hands.
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