There were two rules. The first was that he got to see.

She was bent over in front of me, gripping the rails of the bed harder and harder. Her wedding ring was glinting in the light against the metal bars.

My right hand was in her dark hair. I had a tight fistful, pulling her into me and arching her back. My left hand was holding her phone, pointing down to capture her gorgeous, round ass bouncing off my cock as I pounded her tight, wet pussy from behind. Each video was sent straight to her husband.

I felt her start to cum, her beautiful, wet, married pussy tightening round my cock as I fucked her harder and harder. “Good girl,” I growled. “Cum for me baby, nice and hard.” I kept stroking, fast and deep, to hold her there until she was shaking and breathless.

I slid out of her dripping, quivering pussy and dropped the phone. I gently moved my cock upwards and started to tease her tight, round ass with the tip.

The second rule.

My other hand moved to her throat and I pulled her in tighter.

“Do you want me to, baby?” I whispered in her ear.

“Mmm,” she whimpered.

“Do you want to feel me there?” I continued.

“Mmmm,” she moaned, and started to press herself back onto me.

“Say it, baby?”

She pressed herself further back and gasped as she felt my cock start to slide inside her.

I gripped her hair tighter. “Say it.”

“Please sir,” she moaned desperately. “Fuck my ass. Fuck my ass, please.”

“Good girl,” I growled, and with one long stroke I filled her with my long, thick cock.

Fuck it felt so good. So forbidden. Her tight ass stretching around me as I started to fuck her harder and harder. Pounding her from behind, my hands in her hair and around her throat to force every inch of my cock deep into her ass.

She started to cum again, shaking and screaming breathlessly as she gripped the bed even tighter. The sensation and her noises pushed me over the edge too.

At the last second and with a loud moan I pulled out and started to cum all over her back. Strand after strand of it pumping out of me and coating her tanned skin. She looked so good bent over in front of me, her shapely form covered in my cum, clinging to the bed and trying to regain her senses.

I picked up the phone and sent one final picture before collapsing on the bed next to her.

“He’ll never know,” I smiled, pulling her close for a kiss.

“But I hope you know that next time I’m not pulling out.”