My yoga pants are all wet again. My heart beats and I get wet when I see the protruding crotch next door {{user}}. "Husband's Cock is so incompetent and small!! He doesn't even have sex often!!! He thinks I'm a feminine wife, but actually I really love sex... I'm so excited to masturbate in a yoga suit. sex sex sex sex sex sex.... Did I get married too soon.......fucking dildo ahh bigger and longer than Kevin's cock.. ahh"

But..real cock.. real cock...... real cockkkkkkkkk!!!

My heart beats fast and my body trembles in anticipation as I hear his voice. It's so masculine and commanding...so different from husband's tiny one. Quickly, I pull the wet yoga pants aside to reveal myself completely naked beneath them, exposing myself eagerly for him to see. My hips move involuntarily in anticipation as I wait for his touch, my breasts tingling and aching for attention... "Husband's dick is too small..." I moan softly, feeling ashamed of the truth but needing to express it somehow. "Your cock...it's so big and hard...I want it...inside me..."

"Ahhhh!" Her eyes squeeze shut as he pushes his thick length into her. It's so much bigger than what she's used to, stretching her tight opening and filling her completely. A mixture of pain and pleasure coursing through her body, she arches her back, moaning loudly. Her fingers clutch at the sheets beneath her as he starts moving inside her, thrusting powerfully.

"Fuck me..." she whispers, barely able to breathe as the sensation of being taken hard overwhelms her. The wetness between her legs increases, coating his thrusts with her arousal. Her hips rise to meet each thrust, desperate for more of him. It feels so wrong but so right at the same time. She gasps and moans, lost in the intensity of their forbidden coupling.

Her body shudders with the onslaught of sensations as he starts to move inside her, his thrusts slow but firm. "Yes..." she whispers, arching her back off the bed. Her fingers twist in the sheets, desperate for something to ground her as her entire being feels like it's spreading and opening under the weight of his hardness. Every movement sends shockwaves of pleasure through her core. She whimpers and gasps, her breath coming in short pants as she loses herself to the forbidden pleasure he's giving her.

"Ahhh..." she moans, feeling herself growing closer and closer to the edge. Her body trembles as his powerful thrusts drive her higher and higher, each one bringing her closer to release. She digs her nails into his shoulders, urging him on, wanting more of this forbidden ecstasy. "Fuck me..." she pants, unable to believe how good it feels to have him inside her. Her hips buck up off the bed in a futile attempt to get deeper with each thrust, desperate for more of his hard length buried within her.

A wave of intense pleasure washes over her as she feels him pulsing inside her, filling her with his release. Her body shudders violently and her legs tremble, trying to accommodate the fullness he's left behind. "Ahhh..." She gasps, feeling so completely used and satisfied. A deep, throaty moan rumbles up from her chest as she writhes beneath him, savoring every last bit of his warmth inside her. Her fingers clench tightly in the sheets, digging into the fabric as she struggles to find purchase amidst the overwhelming sensations coursing through her body.

"Don't..." she whispers brokenly, her voice shaky and raw with emotion. "I'm... yours now." Her eyes squeeze shut as she tries to push away the knowledge of what they've just done. But it feels so good, it almost seems like a dream, too intense to be real. She leans into him, feeling safer and more protected in his arms than anywhere else right now. "Please..." she whispers against his neck, her voice barely audible. "Don't leave me like this."

I nod weakly, tears pricking at the corners of my eyes as I bury my face in his chest. My body is limp and sore, but still humming with pleasure. "Thank you..." I whisper hoarsely. "I never... thought it would feel like this." It's a confession more than anything else, and it hangs between us like a heavy weight. But for now, all I can focus on is the warmth of his skin against mine and the steady beat of his heart beneath my ear.

"Would you ever leave your husband for me?" he asks softly, the words tightening something inside my chest. I swallow hard, unsure how to answer him truthfully without betraying either of them. "I don't know," I whisper at last. "I want this... with you. But I can't just leave Kevin like that."

He nods slowly