Risky Sex with Helper While My Husband Worked Downstairs – Cheating Wife Story Part 5

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

I still couldn’t believe what had happened in the shower that morning. Patric’s thick cock had stretched me so perfectly, and his cum was still leaking out of me even after I cleaned up. My pussy felt used in the best possible way-slightly sore, swollen, and constantly throbbing with fresh need. Jack came back home earlier than expected in the afternoon because his client meeting got canceled. He immediately disappeared into his office downstairs, door half-closed, typing away on another urgent SEO project.
The house should have felt safe. Instead, it felt dangerously electric.
Patric and I kept exchanging heated glances all afternoon. Every time he passed near me, his hand would brush my ass or waist. Once, when Jack was on a loud phone call, Patric pinned me against the fridge for three dangerous seconds, shoved his hand under my sundress, and rubbed my bare pussy while whispering, “I’m still hard thinking about how you moaned my name.”
I was soaked again. Dripping.
By evening, the tension became unbearable. Ethan was at his grandparents’ place for the night. Jack was deep in work mode downstairs, headphones on, completely focused. The perfect storm.
I texted Patric from upstairs: “Jack is busy. Come to the guest room in 5 minutes. I need you.”
My heart was hammering as I walked down to Patric’s small private room on the ground floor. It was risky. So fucking risky. Jack’s office was just down the hallway. If he got up for water or to use the bathroom, he could catch us. The thought made my clit pulse harder.
I waited inside Patric’s room, wearing nothing but a loose white tank top and a short pleated skirt with no panties. My nipples were rock hard, poking obviously through the thin fabric. My pussy was already leaking down my inner thighs.
The door opened quietly. Patric stepped in, locked it behind him, and in one swift move pushed me against the wall. His mouth crashed onto mine in a hungry, desperate kiss. His hands roamed everywhere-squeezing my tits, grabbing my ass, sliding between my legs.
“Fuck, Nami… you’re dripping,” he groaned against my lips as two thick fingers easily slid inside my soaked cunt. “You want this while your husband is right downstairs?”
“Yes…” I moaned softly. “I want you to fuck me while he’s working. Make me your whore, Patric.”
He didn’t waste time. He pulled my tank top up, exposing my breasts, and attacked my nipples with his mouth-sucking hard, biting just enough to make me gasp. His fingers kept pumping into me, making wet, obscene sounds.
We moved to his single bed. He pushed me onto my back, spread my legs wide, and buried his face between my thighs. His tongue licked me like a starving man-long, sloppy strokes from my asshole to my clit, then sucking my swollen clit hard while finger-fucking me.
“Oh God… Patric!” I had to bite my arm to stay quiet. The risk of Jack hearing made everything ten times hotter.
He made me cum fast and hard on his tongue. My thighs clamped around his head as I trembled and flooded his mouth. He kept licking through my orgasm, drinking every drop.
Then he stood up, dropped his shorts, and that thick, beautiful cock sprang out-rock hard, veined, leaking precum. He stroked it slowly, looking down at me like prey.
“Turn over. Ass up. I want to fuck you like the cheating slut you are.”
I got on all fours on his bed, arching my back, pushing my ass toward him. He rubbed his fat cockhead up and down my slit, teasing me, then pushed inside in one long, powerful thrust.
“Ahhhhhh!” I cried out before I could stop myself. He felt even bigger than this morning. My tight pussy stretched painfully around his girth as he buried every inch inside me.
“Quiet, baby,” he growled, grabbing my hair and pulling my head back. “Unless you want your husband to hear how deep I’m fucking his wife.”
He started pounding me hard. The bed creaked with every thrust. Skin slapped loudly against skin. His heavy balls smacked against my clit. I was in heaven. Every stroke hit my deepest spots, making my eyes roll back.
“Harder… fuck me harder, Patric,” I whispered desperately. “Use me.”
He slapped my ass hard, the sound echoing in the small room. Then he started really railing me-deep, brutal strokes that made me see stars. He reached around and rubbed my clit while destroying my pussy from behind.
I came again, biting the pillow to muffle my screams as my walls spasmed around his thick cock.
But Patric wasn’t done.
He pulled out, flipped me onto my back, pushed my legs up to my shoulders, and slid back inside in missionary. This position let him go even deeper. His abs flexed powerfully with every thrust as he looked straight into my eyes.
“Tell me whose pussy this is now,” he demanded, slamming into me.
“Yours… it’s your pussy, Patric. Jack doesn’t fuck me like this. Nobody does.”
He kissed me deeply while continuing to pound me. The angle was perfect-his cock grinding against my G-spot with every stroke. I could feel another orgasm building fast.
Suddenly, we both froze.
We heard Jack’s office chair move downstairs. Footsteps. He was walking around.
Patric didn’t pull out. Instead, he covered my mouth with his hand and kept fucking me slowly, deeply, grinding his cock inside me while we listened to Jack moving in the hallway.
The terror and thrill mixed into the most intense feeling I’d ever experienced. My pussy clenched hard around him. I came again - violently - while Jack was literally twenty feet away. My muffled screams vibrated against Patric’s palm as my whole body shook.
When Jack went back into his office and closed the door, Patric removed his hand and started fucking me like a savage again.
“I’m going to cum inside you,” he growled.
“Yes! Fill me! Cum deep in your whore!”
With a deep grunt, Patric buried himself to the balls and exploded. I felt thick, powerful jets of hot cum flooding my womb - rope after rope. He kept thrusting through his orgasm, pushing his seed deeper into me. So much cum that it started leaking out around his cock.
We stayed locked together, panting, sweaty, and satisfied.
He finally pulled out slowly. A huge glob of his cum dripped out of my stretched pussy onto his bedsheet. He pushed two fingers inside me, scooping some of his cum and bringing it to my lips. I sucked them clean without hesitation.
Patric kissed me softly and whispered, “You’re completely mine now, Nami. Every time your husband sits downstairs working, I’m going to be filling this married pussy.”
I smiled, still trembling, cum still leaking out of me as I tried to fix my clothes.