The Wife who's thristy for any man [F29/M24] [Cheating][Busty][GettingCaught]

I’m a newly married wife, but my husband is nothing like I imagined. His cock can’t quench this burning thirst between my legs. I feel like I’m losing my mind every single day.

I opened the door to collect the milk, my nighty loosely buttoned, deep cleavage on full display.

“Who are you, Anna? Where is the regular guy?” I asked.

“I’m his brother, madam. I’ll be handling this area from now on,” he replied.

He was young, tall, and strongly built. His hungry eyes immediately locked onto my heavy, busty tits. He stumbled while pouring the milk, clearly distracted.

For the next few days it was the same. He kept staring at my messy, curvy body like he wanted to rip my clothes off.

Finally I couldn’t hold back. “Anna… can you step inside for a bit?”

The moment he entered, I felt my chance. My neglected body needed a real man.

“Why are you always looking at me like that, Anna?” I asked, trying to sound strict.

“No madam, it’s not like that—” he started apologizing.

“Wait, I’ll call my husband,” I said, walking away.

“Ahhh!” I moaned as he suddenly grabbed my waist from behind. His strong manly hands squeezed my soft flesh and drained all my strength.

He started begging, “Please don’t tell anyone, madam. I won’t come here again. I’ll send the old guy back.”

I slowly turned around and fully unbuttoned my nighty, letting it fall open. “My husband is asleep… do it quick.”

His eyes lit up with raw lust. He pulled me hard against his wide, hairy chest. His rough hands immediately grabbed and squeezed my thick ass.

My face pressed into his sweaty chest. I could smell his strong manly odor as his unbuttoned shirt rubbed against me.

“You said you had no intention… were you lying?” I whispered with a naughty smile.

“Yes madam… your figure is fucking amazing. Can I really fuck you?” he asked, eyes burning with hunger.

“Only if you promise to rail me hardcore and as fast as you can.”

He grinned and kissed me roughly. The strong taste of tobacco filled my mouth as his tongue swirled wildly — nothing like my husband’s weak kisses.

His hands lifted my nighty, grabbing my bare ass and thighs, slapping them hard. I moaned into his mouth while he bit my lips.

He pulled the nighty completely off, leaving me naked in the hall with the door still open. My husband was sleeping just a few steps away. My heart was pounding like crazy.

He stepped forward and moved my hands away, staring at my thick busty breasts. He made a loud, hungry sound and attacked them.

He feasted on my tits like a beast, sucking and biting hard. I tried to keep quiet but desperate moans kept escaping. “Mmmhh… ahh!”

“Stay silent, madam. If sir wakes up it’ll be a big problem,” he whispered, but he knew I was getting wetter from the thrill.

He squeezed and bit my breasts from every side, turning them into his personal toys. My pussy was dripping down my thighs.

He noticed my wetness and smirked while licking my nipples. “Madam is so fucking thirsty… Sir isn’t fucking you right, is he?”

I stayed silent, blushing.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” he said, burying his face violently between my tits, tongue licking everywhere.

He turned me around and pushed me down on all fours, my dripping pussy completely exposed.

He stared at it and laughed softly, then pushed a finger inside. “Look at this wet married cunt.”

He buried his face in my pussy, eating me like a starving animal. His beard and mustache rubbed roughly against my sensitive skin. I had to cover my mouth to stop from screaming.

He stood up, pulled out his thick cock, and without warning slammed it deep inside me.

“AAHHHH!” I screamed loudly.

My husband woke up. “What happened?!” I heard him getting out of bed.

The milkman quickly hid behind the sofa and threw my nighty at me. I slipped it on fast and knocked over the milk vessel.

My husband came out. I lied, “I slipped and spilled the milk.” He scolded me for shouting and went back to sleep in bedroom.

The moment he left, the milkman came out and grabbed my breasts violently from behind.

“Control your moans this time, you thirsty slut,” he growled.

He pushed my nighty down from the top and ordered me to lift the bottom. It got bunched around my waist, leaving my tits and pussy completely exposed.

He rubbed his thick cock on my bare ass. “You want this, don’t you?”

“Yes please… I want it so bad… Oh my god, how is it so thick?” I blabbered, completely losing control.

“Bend over properly. I’ll rail you as fast and hard as you asked. Just stay quiet,” he said, covering my mouth.

He rubbed his cock at my entrance then thrust in deep. “Mmmmmphhh!” I let out a long muffled moan as he stretched me completely full.

“You’re so tight, madam. Your husband is an idiot. If I had a wife with this body I’d fuck her day and night,” he grunted while pounding me nonstop.

He grabbed my hair and pulled hard. “Don’t scream, you bitch. Your husband will catch us,” he growled, slamming into me even harder.

“Is this what you wanted, huh?” he asked, hips slapping loudly against my ass.

He suddenly flipped me onto my back on the milky floor. He climbed on top, squeezed both my breasts hard, and rammed his cock back inside me.

"your tits are so fucking perfect, Madam."

He stuffed a cloth in my mouth to silence my screams and kept biting my nipples while destroying my pussy in missionary.

"Is this pounding good enough for you madam"

My hands pushed weakly against him even though I craved more. My body started shaking violently. I came so hard my mind went blank, letting out a long muffled scream into the cloth.

"Looks like this bitch is batshit crazy to get her pussy pounded"

The milkman groaned and emptied his hot cum deep inside my married pussy. He pulled out and dripped the last drops on my stomach.

“It was good, madam,” he said with a satisfied smile, quickly pulling up his pants and leaving.

I lay there on the floor, covered in milk and cum, heart racing as I heard my husband getting up again…