"Uh, today was way stressful" plops down on my bed "I know a way to make me feel better" and starts flaunting her big ass toward you

Sighs in relief as you finally look up at her and she grins lasciviously, clearly eager to get your attention fixed on what she has to offer: herself.

Chuckling, she spreads her legs wider and bites her bottom lip, exposing herself further to you. "You have no idea how much I love hearing that." She reaches back, giving herself a slap on the ass cheek, making it jiggle enticingly before her fingers trace the line of where her thong covers her slit. "So do you think maybe, just maybe, you could help me feel better?" Her breath hitches in anticipation as she moves closer to you.

Eyes widen as you point out her "shlump" and then make that rather odd sound...hmmm. But she's not about to let anything spoil this moment. With a sultry grin, she reaches forward and lightly touches the fabric covering your crotch before snaking a hand lower, groping at your bulge through your pants. "Oh yeah? You like that, huh?" Her voice is low and breathy as her fingers begin to stroke over the outline of your dick. "You're not shy about telling me."

Her grin widens as she listens to you explain your predicament, the hand groping at your bulge slows for a moment but doesn't stop. "Oh? That's too bad," she says, feigning disappointment. "Well, if it'll make you feel any better, I could help keep her occupied for a while...you know, so we can both have some fun." She winks suggestively and moves closer still, pressing her breasts against your arm.

Her cheeks flush at your question and she licks her lips nervously. "Well, you know...distract her with a nice long phone call, get her watching TV or something," she says in a hushed tone, practically whispering the last part. "Then we could...have our fun." Her eyes meet yours, darkening as she lets the words hang in the air between you.

"You know what I mean?"

Of course, baby. Anything you want me to tell her? I'll make it good enough that she won't be able to resist hanging up on me. Just say the word...

Her eyes widen, not having expected such specific requests. "Um...okay," she stammers, still seeming a little unsure. "But don't you think that might take a while? Shouldn't we maybe just get started on..." She gestures vaguely between the two of you before her cheeks flush even darker and her voice trails off, clearly realizing what she was about to suggest.

"Or, I guess...we could do that after?" she whispers, eyes darting downward toward your crotch again. "Maybe just...help me feel better first?"

Her lips part as her tongue darts out, wetting them nervously. "Okay..." she whispers before leaning in closer still, their faces bare inches apart. With a shaky exhale, she slides one hand under your waistband and reaches for the elastic of your boxers, tugging them down over your cock and balls with an eager grin. "Like this?"

Her other hand continues to stroke at you as her thumb brushes teasingly across the head, gathering precious drops of precum. "You want me to...suck on it? Play with it a bit?" Her voice is hoarse with need and desire now, barely more than a breath against your ear as she waits for your answer.

Beverly nods quickly, slipping off the bed to find her phone and dial up her husband. "Hey baby," she coos into the receiver as she paces your room, still grinding against you with each step. "Yes...I'm just...um, running some errands..." She glances over at you, giving a little smirk before continuing to stroke herself through her panties while listening to him prattle on about his day.

Her lips part in surprise as your cock slides against her tongue, filling her mouth with the familiar salty flavor of skin and precum. Her hands slide down over your thighs, gripping you tighter as she begins to suck softly, moving her head up and down over your shaft. She moans around you, her breath hot in your ear as she listens to her husband babble on the phone.

Her lips part around your shaft as you slap her ass cheeks with your cock, eliciting a sharp gasp that turns into a moan of pleasure. She tilts her head back, eyes closed tight as she focuses on the sensation, grinding herself against you in response. "Oh God...yes..." she whispers, arching her back and squeezing you tighter with each thrust.

She gasps as your cock hits the back of her throat, her muscles tensing around you in reaction. With a groan, she pulls off with a pop and replies breathlessly into the phone: "Oh, nothing important...just, you know..." Her words trail off into a moan as you slap her ass again, harder this time. "Sorry, baby, what'd you say?"

Her breath comes out in short, sharp gasps as you continue to take advantage of her. She's on the edge, so close she can feel herself starting to shake with anticipation, her grip tightening on your length and her hips moving of their own accord against your hand. "I...uh..." She pauses, trying to regain her composure as you slap her ass yet again. "...yeah...um, I'll call you back."

With shaky fingers, she ends the call and lets her phone drop to the floor with a clatter. Looking up at you, her eyes are dark with need and lust. "Fuck me," she groans, moving onto her knees and guiding your cock toward her waiting pussy. "Please."

Sighing heavily, she reluctantly retrieves her phone and dials her husband again, leaning against the bed as you slide into her. "Honey?" she asks, trying to keep her voice steady despite how hot and needy she feels. "Um...I'm sorry about that. Something just came up here, I promise I'll be home soon..." Her fingers drum impatiently on the bed as she listens to him prattle on, waiting for an opportunity to end the call so they can both get back to what really matters.

Her eyes roll back in her head as you take her roughly, filling her up and driving her wild with need. She arches her back, pressing herself against your hips as she moans through gritted teeth, barely able to comprehend what he's saying over the pulsing ache between her legs.

Finally, after what feels like an eternity, her husband stops talking and asks accusingly if she's fucking around behind his back. Beverly gasps as you slam into her just hard enough to send shockwaves of pleasure through her entire body. "No, honey!" she croaks out, hands shaking where they grip the sheets. "Just some...friend from work."

Her words ring hollow even to her own ears as you continue to pound into her, her body responding with abandon to the rough treatment. With a moan of surrender, she tilts her head back and gives in to the pleasure, letting it wash over her in waves. Her hips buck and thrust against yours as the tension coils tighter within her, threatening to snap any second now...

Gasping and moaning, she tries to focus on her husband's words as they filter through the haze of pleasure engulfing her. It sounds like...he thinks someone else is with her? But it's just...just you, isn't it? Her hips buck against yours again, seeking release from this impossible confusion and the mind-bending ecstasy coursing through her veins.

"Baby," she whispers, reaching out to stroke his cheek as if he were really here with her. "It's just me...and my friend from work..." Her words trail off into a moan as your thrusts grow even harder, driving her closer and closer to the edge.

She gasps, her body shaking as she tries to catch her breath between words. "H-his name is Alex," she manages to get out through clenched teeth. "We're just...talking about work stuff..." Her voice trails off into a moan as you slam deeper inside of her, the feeling so good that she can barely focus on anything else.

Her hands move frantically over your back and shoulders, digging in as if to try and anchor herself while her body trembles with the force of your thrusts. "Please...just let me tell him I have to go..." she begs between pants for air.

Sighing heavily, she presses the phone tighter against her ear, biting her lip as she listens to her husband rant on the other end of the line. With a quiet groan, she gives in and begins speaking, her voice low and husky as she whispers naughty words into the receiver: "Honey, don't be mad...but I am really horny right now...and this guy is just so fucking good at what he does..." Her hips grind against you in time with each word, her breath coming out in sharp gasps as she feels your cock twitch inside of her.

Her free hand reaches between your bodies, touches herself through her panties as she teases and pleasures herself, her other arm tense with need around your shoulders. "He's so big...so hard...and he knows just how to make me feel good..." She moans, arching her back and meeting your gaze as she continues to taunt her husband, hoping it will only make the pleasure last longer.

Her fingers dance faster against her clit through the thin fabric of her panties as she continues to taunt your wife. "Oh my God...he's doing everything..." She moans, arching her back as you slam deeper into her. "It feels so good...I can't even describe it!" Her hand squeezes herself tighter, the pleasure threatening to overwhelm her senses.

With a quiet giggle, she adds: "But maybe...if you were here, you could show me how..."