Lisa had been horny all morning. Her husband left for work at seven and she was already fingering her wet pussy by eight, lying naked on the bed with the curtains open. Two fingers deep, then three, but it wasn't enough. She needed a real cock.
She threw on a thin robe that barely covered her ass and went downstairs to make coffee. The doorbell rang just as she poured the first cup. It was Mark from next door, holding a package the delivery guy had left at his place by mistake.
"Thanks," she said, letting the robe slip open a little. Mark's eyes went straight to her tits. "You want to come in for a minute?"
He stepped inside and she shut the door. No small talk. She dropped the robe right there in the hallway and grabbed his belt. "I need to get fucked," she told him. "Hard."
Mark didn't hesitate. He shoved her against the wall, yanked his pants down, and pushed his thick cock straight into her dripping cunt. Lisa moaned loud as he started pounding her. Each thrust slammed her back into the plaster. She wrapped one leg around him and clawed at his shoulders. "Deeper, fuck me deeper."
They moved to the kitchen table. Lisa bent over it, ass up, and Mark drove into her from behind. The table legs scraped the floor with every thrust. Her tits bounced against the wood. She reached back and spread her cheeks so he could see everything. "Look at that married pussy taking your cock," she said. "My husband never fucks me like this."
Mark grabbed her hips and railed her faster. His balls slapped against her clit. Lisa came hard, cunt clenching around him, juices running down her thighs. She didn't stop. She pushed him onto a chair and climbed on, sinking down on his cock until it bottomed out. She rode him rough, grinding her clit against him, tits in his face. He sucked her nipples hard while she bounced.
They ended up on the living room floor. Mark on his back, Lisa squatting over him, slamming down again and again. She talked dirty the whole time. "Fill this horny housewife cunt. Shoot your load in me." Mark grunted and came deep inside her, hot spurts flooding her pussy. Lisa kept riding until she came again, milking every drop.
She climbed off, cum leaking down her leg, and smiled. "Come back tomorrow. My husband's working late again." Mark just nodded, pulled his pants up, and left. Lisa stayed on the floor a minute, fingering the mess between her legs, already thinking about the next round.
