First Time Fucking Our Live-In Helper in the Shower – Raw Cheating Sex Part 4

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I woke up that morning with my body already buzzing, pussy slightly sore from last night’s intense vibrator sessions, but the ache felt delicious. Jack was downstairs having breakfast, talking to Ethan about something while I lay in bed for a few extra minutes, my hand lazily circling my clit under the sheets. Today was the day. Jack had an all-day meeting across town. Ethan was going to preschool. The house would be empty except for me and Patric. I had decided: I was going to let him fuck me. I needed that thick cock stretching my neglected married pussy.
I kissed Jack goodbye at the door like the dutiful wife I was supposed to be. His lips barely brushed mine. “Have a good day, babe. Love you,” he said, already checking his phone. The guilt twisted in my stomach for a second, but it was quickly drowned out by the throbbing heat between my legs. As soon as his car pulled out of the driveway, I felt a wicked smile creep across my face.
I headed straight to the bathroom, stripped slowly, and stepped into the shower. Hot water cascaded over my naked body. I soaped my full breasts, rolling my sensitive nipples between my fingers, then let my hands slide down to my smooth, shaved pussy. I was already dripping, and it wasn’t just the water. I imagined Patric’s rough hands replacing mine, his thick fingers pushing inside me, his big cock replacing the emptiness I’d felt for years.
I was rinsing the shampoo from my hair when I heard it.
“Nami?” Patric’s deep voice called from inside the bedroom.
My heart slammed against my ribs. “I’m in the shower!” I shouted back, voice shaking slightly.
There was a pause. Then his footsteps came closer, stopping right outside the bathroom door. His voice dropped lower, rougher, dripping with lust.
“Can I join you, Nami? I want to see that married body all wet and soapy… I want to fuck you in there like you deserve.”
The words hit me like a lightning bolt straight to my clit. My knees nearly buckled. This was it. No more teasing. No more fantasies. The man who had been living under our roof, the one who made my husband’s neglected wife drip every single day, was asking to step into my shower and ruin me.
I didn’t even think. The word slipped out before I could stop it.
“Yes.”
I wrapped a large white towel around my body, tucking it loosely above my breasts. My hands were trembling as I opened the bathroom door.
Patric stood there shirtless, wearing only a pair of long black boxers that did absolutely nothing to hide the massive erection straining against the fabric. The thick outline of his cock was obscene-long, heavy, the fat head clearly visible, pressing outward. A small wet spot of precum had already soaked through. His abs were tight, chest rising and falling with heavy breaths, eyes dark with raw hunger as they roamed over me.
He stepped inside without another word.
The moment the door clicked shut, he pulled me into a fierce kiss. His mouth claimed mine possessively, tongue pushing deep, tasting me like he’d been starving for this. His big hands were everywhere at once-gripping my waist, sliding up to squeeze my breasts through the towel, then down to grab my ass hard, pulling my body flush against his throbbing cock.
I moaned into his mouth, kissing him back desperately. My hands roamed over his strong back, fingers digging into his muscles, then sliding up to play with the short hairs at the nape of his neck. I pressed my hips forward, grinding against that massive bulge. God, it felt huge.
Patric growled and yanked the towel. It dropped to the floor instantly, leaving me completely naked in front of him. His eyes devoured every inch-my heavy tits with their hard brown nipples, my curvy hips, my dripping wet pussy.
“Fuck, Nami… look at you,” he groaned.
He leaned down and attacked my neck with hot, open-mouthed kisses, sucking hard. I gasped, tilting my head to give him more access. Then his mouth moved lower. He captured one stiff nipple between his lips, sucking hard before biting down just enough to make me cry out in pleasure. He switched to the other, biting and sucking, trying to leave a mark.
“Patric… wait,” I panted, even as my pussy clenched with need. “Jack might see… no hickeys.”
He stopped immediately, but his hand slid down my stomach and between my thighs. Two thick fingers rubbed along my soaked slit before pushing inside me in one smooth thrust.
“Oh my God!” I cried out, my walls stretching around his fingers. It had been almost four years since anyone but me or Jack had touched me like this, and Patric’s fingers felt thicker, more confident. He curled them perfectly, stroking my G-spot while his thumb found my swollen clit.
“You’re so fucking wet for me,” he growled against my breast. “This married pussy is dripping down my hand.”
I was losing control fast. “Patric… faster… please, fuck me with your fingers!”
He obeyed, pumping his fingers harder and faster, the wet squelching sounds echoing in the bathroom. My legs shook. I grabbed his shoulders for support, moaning loudly, not caring how desperate I sounded.
Then he did something that shattered me completely.
Patric dropped to his knees on the tiled floor, lifted one of my legs over his shoulder, and buried his face in my pussy. He licked me like a man possessed-long, hungry strokes from my entrance to my clit, then sucked my clit hard into his mouth. His tongue flicked rapidly while his fingers kept fucking me deep.
I screamed his name. “Patric! Oh fuck, Patric!”
The orgasm crashed into me violently. My hips bucked against his face as I came hard, flooding his mouth with my juices. He didn’t stop. He licked and sucked through every wave, groaning like he was enjoying the taste of my cheating cunt more than anything. I kept cumming, smaller aftershocks making my thighs tremble around his head.
When I finally came down, I was panting, desperate. “Please… I need your cock. Fuck me, Patric. Please fuck me now.”
He stood up, lips glistening with my cum, and spun me around. He bent me over the bathroom counter, my tits pressed against the cool marble, ass pushed out toward him. I watched in the mirror as he shoved his boxers down.
His cock sprang free-thick, veined, at least two inches longer and much girthier than Jack’s. The head was swollen and angry red, already leaking.
He rubbed it along my slit, teasing my clit, then lined up and pushed forward.
“Ahhhhhh!” I cried out as he stretched me open. It burned so good. My tight pussy resisted at first, then swallowed inch after thick inch until he bottomed out, his heavy balls resting against me. I had never felt so full in my life.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” he groaned. “Taking another man’s cock so deep in your husband’s house.”
Then he started fucking me like a whore.
He grabbed a fistful of my wet hair, yanking my head back so I had to watch myself in the mirror. His other hand slapped my ass hard-once, twice, three times-leaving red marks as he pounded into me. The sound of skin slapping skin filled the bathroom. His thick cock slammed into me again and again, hitting places Jack had never reached.
“Yes! Fuck me harder!” I screamed. “I’m your whore, Patric! Fuck me like Jack never could!”
He growled and picked up speed, hips slamming into my ass. The mirror shook. My tits bounced wildly. Every powerful thrust made me see stars. He reached around and rubbed my clit while destroying my pussy, and I came again-hard-squirting around his cock, juices running down my thighs.
He fucked me through it without mercy, grunting dirty words. “That’s it, take it. This pussy belongs to me now.”
We went at it like animals for what felt like twenty intense minutes-him changing angles slightly, slapping my ass, pulling my hair, calling me his secret slut. I came two more times before I felt him swell inside me.
“I’m gonna cum, Nami,” he growled.
“Inside me! Fill me!” I begged.
With a deep groan, Patric buried himself to the hilt and exploded. Thick, hot ropes of cum flooded my married pussy, pulse after pulse, so much that it started leaking out around his cock as he kept thrusting through his orgasm.
We stayed locked together, panting. My legs were jelly. My mind was blank with pleasure.
He finally pulled out slowly, his cum dripping down my thighs. He turned me around and kissed me deeply, almost tenderly.
Before leaving the bathroom, he looked into my eyes and asked with a smirk, “Has Jack ever fucked you like that before?”
I looked up at his handsome, satisfied face, my pussy still throbbing and full of his seed, and answered honestly:
“Nobody has ever fucked me like you just did, Patric.”
He smiled, kissed me one last time, and slipped out, leaving me naked, freshly fucked, and already craving the next time in our forbidden house.