Red-Hot Hotwife

Chad catches a sexy redhead at the club—Lauren Phillips with the kind of curves that stop traffic. She flashes a wicked grin, whispers dirty promises, and next thing he knows they're stepping through her front door and straight into her husband Robby Apples, parked on the couch like he owns the spot. Chad freezes. "What the fuck is this, some kind of prank?" he snaps. The couple lays it out quick: Lauren’s a hotwife, Robby’s got a hard-on for watching her get dicked by strangers, and most guys bail the second they hear the pitch. So she sweet-talks them home with that body until they’re halfway hard, then springs the real deal. They’re betting Chad won’t chicken out. He wavers, sure, but when Lauren peels off that dress and the spark in Robby’s eyes tells him this is no joke, Chad decides to stay. Clothes hit the floor fast. Lauren drops to her knees first, greedy tongue working Chad’s cock while her husband watches, already palming himself. Chad grips her hair, feeds her deeper, watches Robby’s grin spread. Every thrust into her soaked pussy feels dirtier with an audience—knowing Robby’s stroking to the sight of his wife’s tits bouncing and Chad’s dick disappearing inside her. Chad’s hesitation melts. By the time he’s pounding her from behind, slapping her ass red and calling her a filthy hotwife, he’s all in, grinning right back at the cuck who paid for the show.