I fucked my friend’s wife in the forest

Under the canopy of twisted, gnarled trees, I crouched behind her, my cock already stiff from the sight of her plump ass cheeks peeking out from those ridiculous pink pants. She was sprawled over a moss-covered log, her tits squished against the rough bark, and her eyes locked onto some distant point in the underbrush. I could see the damp patch growing on her panties as I knelt behind her, my hands gripping her hips, fingers digging into the soft flesh. I yanked her pants down to her knees, exposing her glistening cunt. I spat on her asshole, rubbed the saliva in with my thumb, and then lined up my cock, rubbing the head against her wet pussy lips. She moaned softly, pushing back against me, eager for more. I slammed into her, my balls slapping against her clit, her tight pussy gripping my cock like a vice. She cried out, her fingers scratching at the bark as I pounded into her, the sound of flesh on flesh echoing through the forest. I reached around, my fingers finding her clit, rubbing it in harsh circles as I fucked her harder, deeper. Her breaths came in ragged gasps, her body tensing as I felt her pussy clench around me, her orgasm ripping through her. I grunted, my hips moving faster, chasing my own release. I pulled out, my cock throbbing, and came all over her ass, my hot cum dripping down her crack, mixing with the saliva and her juices.

My hands trembled as I zipped up my pants, leaving her there, bent over the log, her pants around her knees, her ass still red from the slapping. She looked back at me, her eyes glazed, a satisfied smile on her lips. “Fuck, that was good,” she whispered, her voice hoarse from screaming. I just smirked, adjusting my cock in my pants, already thinking about the next time. The forest was our secret, our dirty little playground, and I intended to make the most of it. Her husband was a fool, leaving her alone with me, trusting that I wouldn’t fuck her like the slut she was. But I did, and I would again, anytime I wanted.