Shh. Don’t talk too loud.

My husband is right down the hall. I can hear the TV. I can hear him moving around. And here I am on the edge of our bed with my legs open, phone to my ear, already soaking wet for you.

We’re not supposed to be doing this. That’s exactly why my pussy is throbbing so hard.

I love the risk. I love knowing that at any second he could walk in and catch his wife with her fingers buried inside herself, whispering filthy things to another man. It makes me drip down my thighs.

I want you to talk me through it. Tell me how you’d sneak in. How you’d cover my mouth while you pushed inside me from behind. How you’d make me stare at our wedding photo while you fucked me deep and slow so we didn’t make the bed creak.

Call me your partner in crime. Call me your secret. Make this married pussy cum while he’s only twenty feet away.

Last time he almost caught us. I had to shove the phone under the pillow and pretend I was looking for something while I was still pulsing and leaking. The second he left I grabbed the phone back and came so hard I went quiet for a full minute with you still listening.

I need that feeling again. The fear. The secrecy. The way my whole body shakes when we almost get caught.

So if the idea of being my accomplice is making your cock throb right now… you already know what to do.