Off Limits: A Forbidden And Seduction Erotica Compilation

The Maid III

Daphne

I don’t know what I expected to happen but it definitely wasn’t Chris thrusting deeper inside me while his wife stood just a few meters away from us, staring in horror.

“Uhhhh, Chris,” I couldn’t help but release a moan when he hit the best spot. I watched Claire’s shock turn into anger or was it jealousy. I wasn’t sure

She marched towards us her heels clicking against the floor tiles, while the man she came with stood still at the door way probably wondering what the f**k was going on

You b***h!" Claire shrieked, her voice cracking. "That’s my lingerie. You’re wearing my clothes while you let my husband—"

She lunged at us, her hands clawing to separate our bodies. Chris finally snarled and withdrew, the wet sound of our separation filling the room.

He stood there, his d**k heavy and slick, pulsing with a life of its own as he turned on her.

"How long, Chris?" Claire hissed, her chest heaving.

Chris didn’t answer. He took three steps toward instead and grabbed her neck.

"You don’t f*****g get to ask the questions, Claire. What do you actually want from me? Hmm?" his voice was a low, dangerous rumble. "I treated you like a queen. I gave you everything. And you choose this? You let some boy f**k you while I’m at home waiting for a crumb? Why?”

Her hands came up to his wrist, but she didn’t pull him away. She just held on.

“You weren’t wrong,” she whispered. “You were perfect.”

“Then what—”

Claire swallowed hard against his palm, her eyes finally flashing with the truth. "Because s*x with you was basic, Chris! It was boring. We have had the same s*x since the day we got married—missionary, lights off, you ask me if I’m okay every thirty seconds. You stop if I make a sound that sounds even slightly like discomfort. You treat me like I am made of glass.” She shook her head, her voice cracking.

Chris flinched as if she’d slapped him, disbelief flooding his expression. "What the f**k do you mean? I was so careful because I didn't want to hurt you."

"That’s the problem!" she shouted, cutting him off. "I don’t want pretty s*x, Chris. I don’t want you to ask me if I’m okay. I don’t want to feel like you’re afraid I’ll break.”

He released her throat and nodded twice, slowly. “Fine.”

Before she could say anything else, he grabbed the front of her designer blouse with both hands and ripped it apart, the buttons scattering all over the marble floors.

Before she could even gasp, he spun her around and slammed her face-first against the marble counter, right next to where I was still spread out.

“You want me to stop being careful?” Chris said from behind her, his voice dark and new.

He unclasped her bra in one sharp motion and let it drop. He grabbed her skirt with both hands and shoved it up to her waist with a violence that made her cry out.

"Get on the island," he growled. "Spread your legs. Now."

I watched, my breath hitching, as Claire obeyed with a frantic desperation. Chris stepped between them, and I watched his expression shift as his eyes moved over his wife, really moved over her, hungry and unrestrained like a man seeing something clearly for the very first time.

He reached down and grabbed his d**k, drawing the head slowly, deliberately, against her center. Not entering. Just hitting her c**t with the thick, blunt tip, slow circles that made her thighs tremble.

“Oh,” she breathed. “Oh, Chris—”

“Don’t talk,” he said. “You wanted this. Feel it.”

He kept going, that slow, rhythmic tapping — the head of his d**k hitting her c**t over and over, watching her face, watching the flush spread across her chest. Her head fell back. Her fingers gripped the edge of the marble.

That was when I moved. I couldn't just watch. I crawled across the cold marble until I was right behind her. I reached around, my hands finding her heavy breasts, squeezing them until she let out a jagged moan.

"What if we spice it up even more?" I whispered into her ear.

Chris looked at me, his eyes intense. "Well, Claire? Is this enough?"

"More," she sobbed. "Give me more."

I dove for her lips, our tongues tangling in a messy, wet kiss while Chris lowered his head, burying his face in her p***y. I rubbed her c**t with my thumb, my rhythm matching Chris’s tongue, until Claire’s legs were shaking so hard she nearly collapsed.

“Let’s go the couch.” Chris said. He glanced over his shoulder at Jonathan, who was still standing in the doorway. Still watching. His shirt was untucked, his tie loose, his eyes fixed on the island with the expression of a man who was not certain whether he had stepped into someone’s nightmare or fantasy.

Chris jerked his chin toward the living room.

“You too,” he said. “Come