Moglie troia tradisce e viene inculata per strada da un collega di lavoro

The sun blazed down on the narrow cobblestone street, casting a golden glow over the old buildings lining either side. A gentle breeze rustled through the nearby trees, providing a momentary reprieve from the summer heat. Little did the passersby know, a naughty encounter was about to unfold.

Giovanna sauntered down the pedestrian street, her stiletto heels clicking on the uneven stones. Her short denim skirt fluttered around her thighs, drawing appreciative glances from the men around her. She wore a tight, low-cut top that showcased her ample cleavage and toned midriff. Over this, she donned a black zip-up hoodie. Her auburn hair cascaded down her back in loose curls.

As she reached the doorway of her husband’s workplace, she paused. Peeking through the window, she spotted him hunched over his desk, engrossed in paperwork. A smile played on her lips as she watched him through the glass. The urge to stir up some trouble flashed in her emerald eyes. Taking a deep breath, she pushed open the door and sauntered inside.

Marco looked up, startled by the sudden intrusion. “Giovanna, what are you doing here?” His voice held a mixture of surprise and concern.

She approached his desk with a seductive sway in her hips. “I was in the neighborhood and thought I’d surprise you for lunch.” She leaned over his desk, giving him a generous view of her assets.

Marco swallowed hard. Despite his misgivings, he couldn’t deny the effect his wife had on him. “I… I have a lot of work,” he stammered.

Giovanna pouted, her full lips glistening with gloss. “Can’t you take a break for your wife?” Her eyes locked onto his, a mischievous glint sparkling within.

He glanced around, noticing their coworkers’ curious stares. “Look, can we talk about this outside?” Marco pleaded, desperate to avoid a scene.

Giovanna smirked, standing upright. “Fine. Meet me out back in five minutes. Don’t keep me waiting, honey.” With a wink, she slipped back out the door, leaving a flustered Marco behind.

Intrigued, he finished what he was working on in record time. Slipping out the back door, he entered the alleyway behind the building. The small, enclosed space was isolated and secluded.

“Giovanna?” he called out hesitantly.

She emerged from the shadows, a sultry smirk on her face. “Here.” Two words laden with implication.

Marco stepped closer, his heart racing. “What’s going on? Why did you want me to meet you out here?”

Giovanna walked up to him, trailing a finger down his chest. “I wanted to show you something.” She turned around, lifting her skirt to reveal she had nothing on underneath. “Surprise.”

Marco gaped, shocked by the sight. “Giovanna! What if someone sees?”

She glanced over her shoulder. “That’s the point, isn’t it? The risk of getting caught, right here where anyone could walk by?” Her voice was a husky purr.

Marco’s breath hitched, his body responding despite his misgivings. Giovanna turned and pushed him against the brick wall. Pressing herself against him, she captured his lips in a searing kiss.

He stiffened initially but soon gave in, his hands roaming over her curves. Giovanna moaned into his mouth, grinding against him. Her hands fumbled with his belt, pulling it loose. She reached inside to grip his hardening length.

Marco gasped, his head spinning with desire and apprehension. This was dangerous, out in the open like this. But the forbidden nature of it all only served to inflame his lust. He returned her kisses with equal fervor, his hands slipping under her top to palm her breasts.

Giovanna pulled back, a coy smile on her face. “Not so reluctant now, are you?” Her hand stroked him, drawing out his length. She placed a trail of kisses down his neck and chest before dropping to her knees.

“Giovanna, wait…” Marco protested weakly, even as his hips bucked involuntarily. She shushed him, taking him into her mouth. Her lips wrapped around his shaft, her tongue swirling around the sensitive head. He groaned low in his throat, one hand sliding into her hair.

She worked him over with skill, her hands pumped in tandem with her mouth. The slick heat of her tongue drove him to the brink. Just as he teetered on the edge of release, she pulled away, leaving him aching and desperate.

“I want you to fuck me, Marco,” she breathed, standing and turning to face the wall. “Here, right now. Don’t hold back.”

Marco gripped her hips,pressing his throbbing erection against the curve of her ass. She looked at him over her shoulder, biting her lip. “Come on, honey. Fill me up.” Her voice was a silken caress.

Unable to deny either of them any longer, Marco lifted her skirt and positioned himself at her entrance. With one swift thrust, he buried himself inside her welcoming heat. They both groaned at the sensation, her walls gripping him like a velvet glove.

He started to move, each stroke sending sparks of pleasure straight to his core. Giovanna met his thrusts, her hands braced against the wall. Their flesh slapped together in the confined space, echoing lewdly.

“More,” Giovanna gasped out, arching her back to take him deeper. “Harder, Marco. Fuck me harder.”

He obliged, pistoning into her with renewed fervor. She cried out, her inner muscles clamping down on him. One hand flicked her skirt up while the other slid between her thighs, rubbing her sensitive nub. The added stimulation sent her over the edge.

“Marco! Yes!” Giovanna threw her head back as her orgasm ripped through her, her body convulsing under his. The feel of her coming apart on his cock pushed him over. With a guttural groan, he emptied himself inside her, his hips slapping against hers as he rode out his release.

They stood there for a moment, chests heaving, slowly coming down from the high. “I love you,” Marco murmured, pressing a tender kiss to her shoulder.

Giovanna turned in his arms, a satisfied smile on her face. “I love you too. And by the way…” She wiggled her hips, his softening cock still nestled inside her. “Thanks for the break, honey.”

Marco laughed, his hands caressing her back. “Anytime, amore mio. But maybe next time we should go to a hotel, yes?”

She shrugged, not looking the least bit repentant. “Where’s the fun in that? I have to keep you on your toes.”

Catching her lips in a deep kiss, Marco conceded she may have a point. Till next time, he thought with a grin. The adventure was only just beginning.