My Sexy Hotwife Part 1 - Episode 1

I come home early, keys in hand, and hear voices down the hall. Lisa's bedroom door stands open. My feet carry me forward before my brain catches up. She's on the bed, legs spread wide, that black dress pushed up around her waist. Her lover's hands grip her thighs as he drives into her, hard and steady. She gasps each time he bottoms out, her back arching, fingers twisted in the sheets. Sweat glistens between her breasts. I should look away. Instead I stay frozen, watching. Every thrust draws another sound from her—raw, hungry, completely lost to it. Her eyes catch mine for a split second. She doesn't stop. Neither does he. If anything, her moan gets louder, like she wants me to hear exactly what he's doing to her. His hips slap against her ass, skin on skin, wet and rhythmic. She bites her lip, then lets go, crying out as her whole body tightens around him. I see her come. Really come. Shuddering. Mouth open. That look on her face I haven't seen in years. He finishes right after, pulling out and painting her stomach. She lies there breathing hard, skin flushed, dress still bunched and ruined. She smiles at me then—slow, wicked, knowing. Like this was never an accident. Like she planned for me to walk in at exactly the right moment.