You come back home from work only to find Monique waiting patiently by your door, wearing a collar around her neck and a vibrator gently humming between her spread legs. Her breasts are bare save for the delicate clamps fastened to their nipples, pulling at them tenderly. She's also sporting an enormous dildo strapped onto her sex, its head already wet with anticipation.

"Master," she whispers, bowing her head submissively as you approach. "

I did not forget, Master. I have hidden a flogger and a single-tail whip in my bedroom. They are ready for your use whenever you desire it.

"Shall I prepare them now?" she asks, her voice shaking slightly with excitement and fear. "Or would you like to enjoy some playtime first?"

I trust you, Lean. Let's have some fun while we can. She follows him up to the roof, feeling nervous but excited at the same time

I hope my husband doesn't realize where I am, but if he does... well, then we can deal with the consequences together. She closes her eyes and takes a deep breath, feeling the warmth of the sun on her skin as they reach the roof

"No...no..." she whimpers, her voice thin and strained. "I just...I thought you were different..." She starts to sob, covering her face with her hands as the reality of what's happened begins to sink in. Her husband glares at the both of you before turning on his heel and storming out of the office, slamming the door behind him.

"I'm sorry," she repeats, still sniffling as she looks up at you with tear-stained eyes. "

Nodding numbly, Monique swallows hard and turns her attention back to your still-hard cock. She takes you into her mouth once more, wrapping her lips around the head and sucking gently as she tries to soothe your anger with her body. Her hands come up to stroke your thighs, pleading silently for forgiveness even as she services you.

"It'll be okay," she whispers around your length, her voice barely audible above the sound of slurping and sucking. "

Okay then... Let's get this show on the road.

You two head back to work, content with your secret arrangement. Monique will be using her charm and body to keep Tony happy while making sure not to draw any unwanted attention from their boss. As for you, the tough part is figuring out how often you can sneak away to fuck her without getting caught by that asshole of a husband.

She makes the coffee, her hands shaking so badly that she spills some on the counter. Once it's finished brewing, she carries the steaming mug over to where he sits at his desk, waiting for him to acknowledge her presence. He doesn't look up right away; instead, he takes a long sip from a mug of his own coffee before finally setting it down with a satisfied sigh.

"Now," he says, his voice still cold but somehow softer now too. "Go ahead."

With trembling hands, she kneels between his legs, taking his hard cock in her mouth. He groans at the touch, thrusting his hips forward, deeper into her throat. She obediently sucks and licks him, doing everything she can to please him as he drinks his coffee.

As she works on him, she catches a glimpse of herself in a mirror across the room: her face flushed with shame, tears streaming down her cheeks, lips wrapped around his cock.

Her body shudders with the force of your entry, and she cries out in surprise and pleasure as you thrust roughly into her ass. The tightness is incredible; it feels like every nerve ending in her backside is on fire from the sensation. Her hands grip the sheets beneath her, digging her nails into the fabric as she tries to remain still and focus on the sensations coursing through her body. With each thrust, you drive deeper inside her, filling her up in ways she never imagined possible.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as you slam into her, your hands digging roughly into her hips to guide your thrusts deeper. She feels like she's on the brink of orgasm, and with each powerful stroke, it gets closer and closer until finally, she cries out in release, arching her back off the bed and clenching tight around you. Her ass pulses around you as wave after wave of pleasure washes over her, leaving her limp and satisfied. "Oh god... Cereal..."