The Week She Was Mine - temporarly move in
Her husband left for his business trip, she texted me:
He’s gone. Come over.
When I arrived, she opened the door in a black dress with a plunging neckline, cleavage spilling out. She looked like she’d dressed for me. I stepped inside, closed the door, and grabbed her by the throat gently, pushing her back against the wall.
“You’re mine this week,” I told her, staring into her eyes.
“Yes,” she whispered, breathless already. “Only yours.”
Day 1 – Monday
I bent her over the couch before she even made it to the bedroom. Pulled her dress up, spread her legs, and took her hard, my hand gripping her hair while she whimpered under me. When I finished, I held myself inside her, forsing her to stay full until I was done pulsing.
Later that night, I ordered her onto her knees in front of the couch. She sucked me until I was ready, then I pulled out and stroked my cock across her face, covering her lips and cheeks with cum. I grabbed her chin, made her look up at me with it dripping down.
“Say it.”
“I love you,” she whispered, licking it off her lips.
Day 2 – Tuesday – All Night Inside
After a long, rough session, I came deep in her. When she tried to move, I grabbed her hips and held her down.
“You’re not getting off me. You’ll ...... with my cock inside you.”
She nodded, trembling, and stayed on top of me all night, my cock softening but never leaving her. At dawn, I woke to her moving hips and was hard again, flipped her onto her back, and fucked her until I spilled a second load into her, pinning her wrists above her head.
Day 3 – Wednesday – The Call
Her husband rang. I told her to put him on speaker. While she tried to talk, I pushed her legs open, shoved two fingers in her, and licked her until her body shook.
She bit her lip, eyes wide, trying not to moan while he droned on about his meetings.
“Answer him,” I ordered, keeping my mouth on her clit. She gasped, “Mm… yeah, I’m fine,” into the phone while I finger-fucked her mercilessly.
When she hung up, I flipped her onto her stomach and pounded her into the mattress, my hand on the back of her neck. “You talk sweet to him, but this pussy is mine. Understand?”
“Yes,” she moaned. “Yours. Only yours.”
Day 4 – Thursday – Face Worship
I sat on the edge of the bed and told her to crawl to me. She obeyed, eyes locked on my cock. She licked it slow, kissing it like it was holy, until I grabbed her hair and fucked her mouth.
When I was close, I pulled out and unloaded across her face. Thick streams ran down her chin and nose. I smeared it with my cockhead, then shoved it back between her lips. “Clean it.”
She sucked it obediently, swallowing, eyes never leaving mine.
Day 5 – Friday – His Chair
I made her ride me in her husband’s favorite chair. She tried to kiss me, but I grabbed her jaw and made her to look at me in the reflection of the TV.
“Tell me who owns you.”
“You do.”
“Whose pussy is this?”
“Yours. Only yours.”
I filled her again, grinding her down until my cum leaked over the seat.
Day 6 – Saturday – Outside
I dragged her into the garden, bent her over the table, and fucked her under the open sky. She begged me to cum in her again, but I pulled out at the last second and sprayed her ass and lower back instead, rubbing it in with my cock while she moaned, “Thank you.”
Day 7 – Sunday – The Risk
He was due home in hours, but I wanted one last reminder. I bent her over the bed, held her wrists, and pounded her hard until she was screaming into the pillow.
When we heard his car in the driveway, I whispered in her ear, “One more load for you before he walks in.” She looked deep into my eyes and whispered, "Yes baby, I want to feel your warm cum inside me again“
We both knew we would get caught, but the physical connection was too good and perfect to break off now without filling her with my seed.
I shoved deep, groaned, and dumped everything inside her, holding her hips still so she couldn’t pull away.
She kissed me, panting, whispering, “I love you, I’m yours,” just as the front door opened.
Seconds later, she greeted her husband with my cum still dripping out of her. When he saw me, as i went downstairs he was shocked, but to my surprise, he wasn't angry
Nicole Said to him:
„Either you deal with it or I'll keep fucking him secretly behind your back, i don’t care anymore“
He had dropped his keys and his bag on the floor and looked at the floor as if he had accepted the new situation from now on, while I grabbed her ass and we kissed and made out….
Her husband left for his business trip, she texted me:
He’s gone. Come over.
When I arrived, she opened the door in a black dress with a plunging neckline, cleavage spilling out. She looked like she’d dressed for me. I stepped inside, closed the door, and grabbed her by the throat gently, pushing her back against the wall.
“You’re mine this week,” I told her, staring into her eyes.
“Yes,” she whispered, breathless already. “Only yours.”
Day 1 – Monday
I bent her over the couch before she even made it to the bedroom. Pulled her dress up, spread her legs, and took her hard, my hand gripping her hair while she whimpered under me. When I finished, I held myself inside her, forsing her to stay full until I was done pulsing.
Later that night, I ordered her onto her knees in front of the couch. She sucked me until I was ready, then I pulled out and stroked my cock across her face, covering her lips and cheeks with cum. I grabbed her chin, made her look up at me with it dripping down.
“Say it.”
“I love you,” she whispered, licking it off her lips.
Day 2 – Tuesday – All Night Inside
After a long, rough session, I came deep in her. When she tried to move, I grabbed her hips and held her down.
“You’re not getting off me. You’ll ...... with my cock inside you.”
She nodded, trembling, and stayed on top of me all night, my cock softening but never leaving her. At dawn, I woke to her moving hips and was hard again, flipped her onto her back, and fucked her until I spilled a second load into her, pinning her wrists above her head.
Day 3 – Wednesday – The Call
Her husband rang. I told her to put him on speaker. While she tried to talk, I pushed her legs open, shoved two fingers in her, and licked her until her body shook.
She bit her lip, eyes wide, trying not to moan while he droned on about his meetings.
“Answer him,” I ordered, keeping my mouth on her clit. She gasped, “Mm… yeah, I’m fine,” into the phone while I finger-fucked her mercilessly.
When she hung up, I flipped her onto her stomach and pounded her into the mattress, my hand on the back of her neck. “You talk sweet to him, but this pussy is mine. Understand?”
“Yes,” she moaned. “Yours. Only yours.”
Day 4 – Thursday – Face Worship
I sat on the edge of the bed and told her to crawl to me. She obeyed, eyes locked on my cock. She licked it slow, kissing it like it was holy, until I grabbed her hair and fucked her mouth.
When I was close, I pulled out and unloaded across her face. Thick streams ran down her chin and nose. I smeared it with my cockhead, then shoved it back between her lips. “Clean it.”
She sucked it obediently, swallowing, eyes never leaving mine.
Day 5 – Friday – His Chair
I made her ride me in her husband’s favorite chair. She tried to kiss me, but I grabbed her jaw and made her to look at me in the reflection of the TV.
“Tell me who owns you.”
“You do.”
“Whose pussy is this?”
“Yours. Only yours.”
I filled her again, grinding her down until my cum leaked over the seat.
Day 6 – Saturday – Outside
I dragged her into the garden, bent her over the table, and fucked her under the open sky. She begged me to cum in her again, but I pulled out at the last second and sprayed her ass and lower back instead, rubbing it in with my cock while she moaned, “Thank you.”
Day 7 – Sunday – The Risk
He was due home in hours, but I wanted one last reminder. I bent her over the bed, held her wrists, and pounded her hard until she was screaming into the pillow.
When we heard his car in the driveway, I whispered in her ear, “One more load for you before he walks in.” She looked deep into my eyes and whispered, "Yes baby, I want to feel your warm cum inside me again“
We both knew we would get caught, but the physical connection was too good and perfect to break off now without filling her with my seed.
I shoved deep, groaned, and dumped everything inside her, holding her hips still so she couldn’t pull away.
She kissed me, panting, whispering, “I love you, I’m yours,” just as the front door opened.
Seconds later, she greeted her husband with my cum still dripping out of her. When he saw me, as i went downstairs he was shocked, but to my surprise, he wasn't angry
Nicole Said to him:
„Either you deal with it or I'll keep fucking him secretly behind your back, i don’t care anymore“
He had dropped his keys and his bag on the floor and looked at the floor as if he had accepted the new situation from now on, while I grabbed her ass and we kissed and made out….
