Cheating GF Fucked by BF's Best Friend While Talking to Boyfriend on Phone - Part 4

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The late afternoon light in the apartment had shifted into that soft, golden hour glow that made everything look warmer, more intimate, and far more dangerous. The living room smelled of the fresh vanilla candle I’d lit earlier to mask the lingering traces of sex from the marathon session Jake and I had shared all day-my sweet, creamy pussy scent mixed with his thick, salty cum, sweat-soaked skin, and that deep masculine sandalwood that clung to every surface like a dirty confession. But the candle’s warm, sugary aroma was already losing the battle. Beneath it, the air was thick with raw, filthy lust: the heavy musk of multiple creampies leaking slowly down my inner thighs, the faint earthy tang from when Jake had claimed my tight ass earlier, and the sweet peach-like nectar that kept dripping from my swollen, well-fucked pussy.
I was still completely naked, sprawled on the wide leather couch with my legs spread obscenely wide, one foot hooked over the backrest. My full C-cup breasts rose and fell with every shaky breath, nipples dark pink and stiff from hours of sucking and biting. Between my thighs, my pussy gaped slightly, puffy outer lips shiny and parted, inner folds glistening with a creamy white mix of Jake’s loads and my own endless arousal. A thick rivulet of cum slowly oozed out, trailing down toward my asshole before dripping onto the couch cushion. The sight-and the warm, sticky feeling-made me clench involuntarily, pushing out even more.
Jake knelt between my spread legs, completely naked, his muscular body gleaming with sweat. His thick, veiny cock stood rock-hard again, the fat head flushed deep purple and already leaking fresh precum. He stared down at my wrecked pussy with dark, possessive hunger, slowly stroking himself as he watched his cum drip from me.
“Fuck, Soph… you look so beautiful like this,” he growled, voice low and rough. “All stretched out and leaking my cum while your boyfriend is probably sitting at his desk thinking you’re just working from home.”
Before I could answer, my phone started ringing on the coffee table. The screen lit up with Mike’s name and a cute photo of us from last summer-me smiling in his arms, completely innocent. The ringtone cut through the heavy, sex-scented air like a warning bell.
My heart slammed against my ribs. Jake’s eyes flicked to the phone, then back to me, a wicked, dangerous smile spreading across his face.
“Don’t you dare ignore it,” he whispered, leaning down to drag the broad head of his cock through my slick, cum-filled folds. The wet, obscene sound of him stirring our mixed juices filled the room. “Answer it, baby. Talk to your boyfriend while I fuck you.”
The thrill hit me like lightning-guilt, fear, and the most intense arousal I’d ever felt all crashing together between my legs. My clit throbbed hard. Fresh wetness gushed out around the tip of Jake’s cock.
With trembling fingers I grabbed the phone and swiped to answer, putting it on speaker so Jake could hear every word. I tried to keep my voice steady.
“H-hey babe,” I said, the words coming out breathier than I intended.
“Hey gorgeous,” Mike’s familiar, warm voice filled the room. He sounded tired but happy, the background noise of his office keyboard clacking softly. “Just checking in. How’s your day going? You sound a little out of breath.”
Jake chose that exact moment to push forward. The thick head of his cock breached my entrance, stretching me open again with a wet, squelching sound. I bit my lip hard to stifle the moan that wanted to escape.
“I’m… I’m fine,” I managed, voice wavering as Jake sank another inch inside me. The stretch was delicious, burning in the best way. “Just… did some yoga earlier. Still cooling down.”
Jake grinned like the devil and pushed deeper, burying half his thick length in one slow thrust. My pussy clenched around him greedily, milking him, creamy cum from earlier sessions squelching loudly around his shaft. The filthy wet noises were unmistakable if anyone was listening closely.
Mike chuckled on the other end. “Yoga, huh? You’ve been really into it lately. That’s awesome. Listen, I’m stuck in this meeting for at least another hour, maybe longer. Think you can hold dinner for me? I’ll pick up that Thai place you like on the way home.”
Jake bottomed out completely, his heavy balls pressing against my ass, the coarse hair on his thighs tickling my smooth skin. He stayed there for a moment, grinding deep, letting me feel every thick inch while his thumb found my swollen clit and started rubbing slow, firm circles. My back arched off the couch. A soft, needy whimper slipped out before I could stop it.
“Yeah… Thai sounds perfect,” I gasped, trying desperately to sound normal. My free hand flew to my breast, pinching my nipple hard as Jake began to move-long, deep strokes that made the couch creak softly beneath us. Each thrust pushed more of his previous loads out around his cock, the creamy white mess coating his shaft and dripping down to my asshole. The scent in the room thickened instantly-rich, musky, sweet, and utterly obscene. “I’ll… I’ll set the table and everything.”
“You okay, Soph? You sound really flushed,” Mike asked, concern edging into his voice. In the background I could hear his colleagues talking, completely unaware that their coworker’s girlfriend was getting railed by his best friend on the living room couch.
Jake leaned down, his chest pressing against my breasts, and whispered hotly against my ear, just loud enough for the phone to pick it up if I wasn’t careful. “Tell him you’re fine while I fuck this cheating pussy.”
“I’m good, babe,” I breathed, the words shaky as Jake picked up speed. His hips snapped forward harder now, skin slapping against skin in a steady, filthy rhythm. The wet squelching of his thick cock plunging into my cum-filled cunt was loud-obscene, rhythmic, impossible to miss if the phone wasn’t on speaker. “Just… the yoga really worked me over today. Muscles are sore.”
Jake mouthed “good girl” against my neck and bit down gently, sucking a mark into my skin while he fucked me deeper. His balls slapped wetly against my ass with every thrust. One hand stayed on my clit, rubbing faster, while the other pinched and twisted my nipple. Pleasure coiled tight and hot in my belly.
Mike kept talking, oblivious. “That’s my girl. Hey, did Jake ever come by to grab that drill? He texted me earlier saying he might swing past.”
At the mention of Jake’s name, my pussy clenched violently around the very cock that was currently stretching me open. Jake groaned quietly, the sound vibrating against my throat, and slammed into me harder, angling his hips to hit that perfect spot inside me with every stroke.
“He… he did come by,” I moaned, unable to keep the pleasure out of my voice this time. “Picked it up… real quick.”
Jake lifted one of my legs higher, folding me almost in half so he could drive even deeper. The new angle made his cockhead grind against my cervix with every powerful thrust. I could feel another orgasm building fast-hot, unstoppable, dangerous.
“You sure you’re alright?” Mike asked again, a little more worried now. “You keep making these little sounds. Is the AC broken or something? It’s not too hot in there?”
Jake pulled almost all the way out, leaving just the fat head inside, then slammed back in with a loud, wet slap. The couch creaked loudly. My tits bounced hard. A fresh gush of creamy arousal and cum squirted out around his cock, soaking his balls and the leather beneath me. The heavy, primal scent of sex flooded the entire living room-sweet pussy, thick cum, sweat, and pure cheating lust.
“It’s… it’s a little warm,” I panted, my voice cracking. “But I’m fine. Really. Just… stretching… feels so good right now.”
Jake’s eyes locked onto mine, dark and triumphant. He mouthed “cum for me while you talk to him” and rubbed my clit faster, his cock pounding me mercilessly. The wet, rhythmic sounds of fucking filled the speaker-slap, squelch, slap, squelch-impossible to hide now.
Mike laughed softly. “Alright, babe. I’ll let you get back to it. Love you. See you in a bit, okay?”
“Love you too,” I gasped, right as the orgasm crashed over me like a tidal wave.
My back bowed off the couch. My pussy spasmed violently around Jake’s thick cock, milking him in powerful rhythmic contractions. A hot rush of clear squirt exploded around his shaft, soaking his groin and the couch in a messy gush. I bit down hard on my free hand to muffle the scream, but a broken, high-pitched moan still escaped: “Ohhh… fuuuck…”
Mike paused on the other end. “Soph? You there? What was that?”
Jake didn’t stop. He kept fucking me through my orgasm, hard and deep, chasing his own release. The wet slapping sounds grew louder, filthier.
“I’m… I’m cumming- I mean, I’m coming down from the stretch,” I stammered desperately, voice trembling with aftershocks. “Yoga pose… really intense. Sorry.”
Mike chuckled again, sounding relieved. “Sounds like you’re really getting into it. Proud of you, babe. I’ll see you soon. Bye.”
“Bye…” I whispered, barely able to speak as Jake slammed into me one final time.
The second I hung up, Jake growled like an animal and buried himself to the hilt. “Fuck, Soph… you’re such a dirty little cheater.” His cock swelled and pulsed, flooding my already full pussy with another massive load of hot, thick cum. I felt every powerful spurt painting my walls, mixing with everything already inside me until I was overflowing.
We stayed locked together, panting, sweaty, the phone still warm in my hand. The living room reeked of sex-thick, creamy, musky, sweet, and completely addictive. Cum leaked out around Jake’s cock in heavy white globs, running down my ass and soaking the couch.
He kissed me slow and deep, tasting my moans. “That was the hottest thing I’ve ever heard,” he murmured against my lips. “Next time I want you to answer while I’m eating your cum-filled pussy.”
I shivered, already aching for more even as guilt and fear twisted in my chest.
Mike would be home in less than an hour. We had to clean up-again. But as Jake slowly pulled out, watching with dark satisfaction as a river of our mixed cum poured from my ruined hole, I knew the truth.
I was completely addicted.
And the risk only made it hotter.