I AM UNFAITHFUL TO MY HUSBAND WHILE WATCHING A GAME AND WE GET CAUGHT

The Temperature between the Couches
By Alistair Tempest, MILF Hunter Extraordinaire

Sweat trickled down Veronica’s neck as she sat nestled between the cushions of the couch, her voluptuous curves spilling over the armrest. It was hotter than the devil’s armpit in this living room, and the front door was ajar, letting in the muggy Florida air, punctuated by the hum of cicadas chirping outside. The AC had up and quit during the middle of the Florida Gators game, and after her husband Rick’s futile attempts at fixing it, they’d resigned themselves to suffering in solidarity with the team.

Rick was sprawled out in the recliner, an empty beer can crumpled in his hand, his half-lidded eyes fixed on the big screen television. Beer-bellied and bored, he’d paid little mind to Veronica, who had strategically propped the remote control in her cleavage a few songs into halftime.

Veronica had been eyeing the same tasty morsel, hoping the Florida weather would do its work to spur the thick clumps of brown flesh once brimming with power and potency. A few years older than her husband, and sporting the curves and wisdom of a lifetime, Veronica yearned for the forbidden fruit she saw fwipping across her TV.

She had never wanted Rick to stray. But there was something so primal, so erotic about watching him cluelessly unaware, while she fantasized about servicing the ogre invading the screen. Veronica wanted to show this troll that age was just a number, and her skills in pleasuring a man were untouchable.

Rick started to stir from his stupor, groaning as he lifted his bulk. “Getting another beer,” he mumbled. “Get me one too,” Veronica replied with a smirk. Rick’s footsteps faded into the kitchen, and a nearby beer carton rustled. Veronica seized her chance and turned up the volume on the screen.

Suddenly, the football hunk and his scantily-clad cheerleader were visible in hi-definition, writhing in lust and discipline. Veronica pushed aside her panties and sunk her fingers deep inside, moaning wantonly as her hips moved to the rhythm of lust and sin that played out before her eyes. With each pump of her fingers, she felt her wetness grow, soaking through the offending fabric. Her other hand played with her nippleThrough heavy lids, Veronica watched the screen, taking in every detail, every erotic movement of the couple writhing in passion. Her fingers pumped in and out of her dripping folds, skillfully teasing her most sensitive spots. Her pants and moans grew louder with each passing second.

As the on-screen couple drew close to their climax, Veronica felt her own body tensing, ready to burst with overwhelming ecstasy. The skin of her thighs glistened with sweat and arousal. She pinched her throbbing nipple hard, sending jolts of pleasure through her body. Veronica’s hips bucked shamelessly, riding her own fingers to their peak.

Just before the hunk unloaded inside the eager teen, Veronica’s clit exploded in pleasure,Making Veronica gasp and shudder Violently She let out a strangled moan, her muscles clenching so hard it hurt as pleasure crashed over her in waves. For long moments, Veronica rode out her peak, the breathtaking orgasm carrying her away, far beyond the confines of her airless living room. When the high finally subsided, she collapsed back against the cushions, gasping for air, chest heaving.

The sportscaster’s voice returned, and Veronica snapped to attention. Rick was on his way back, clueless and carefree. Veronica hastily wiped her dripping fingers on her shirt and pulled the hem down past her hips just as he returned carrying two icy bottles by the neck.

“What was that noise? Did you have the TV up loud?” Rick asked, offering Veronica her beer.

“I didn’t hear anything,” Veronica replied with a satisfied smile, accepting the cold bottle. “Must have been static.”

Rick just shrugged and plopped back down in his recliner, beer in hand and eyes glued to the TV screen. Maybe he’d noticed something out of the ordinary – the too-tight expression on her face, the wet spot on her shirt, the heat radiating from her body like a furnace – but he was in midst of an early afternoon buzz and missed the chances to tease and explore his producer’s prize. Veronica settled back down into the cushions, alone with her secrets and freshly satisfied desire. The game would drag on for another hour or two still, but she had all the excitement she needed. Maybe the AC would come back on before then – or perhaps it could stay broken for a while.

Either way, Veronica knew she would be eagerly awaiting the next halftime, the next “static”, the next chance to lose herself in the fantasy between the couches.