PropertySex – Horny wife cheats on her husband with real estate agent

Title: “A Real Estate Transaction to Remember”

Olivia, a bombshell real estate agent, sauntered into the dimly lit living room, clicking her heels against the hardwood floor. She had just finished showing the property to yet another disinterested couple. Just as she began straightening up the scattered brochures, she heard footsteps coming from the stairs. To her surprise, Mark, the husband of the couple, walked in, his eyes hungrily roaming over her curves.

“Mrs. Hanson isn’t back yet,” Mark said, his voice low and husky.

Olivia’s heart skipped a beat. She knew better than to be alone with a married man, but there was something about Mark’s dark eyes that made her legs weak. “She’ll be back soon,” Olivia replied, her voice barely above a whisper.

Mark took a step closer, his hand reaching out to trace the curve of her hip. “But until then, we’re alone.”

Olivia swallowed hard, her body responding eagerly to his touch. She knew she should put an end to this, but her nipples hardened as he pulled her close. “Mark, we can’t,” she breathed, even as she melted into his arms.

He chuckled, a deep rumble that sent shivers down her spine. “Can’t we?” he murmured against her ear before biting down on the sensitive lobe.

Olivia gasped, her hands clutching at his broad shoulders. “But what about your wife?” she managed to ask, even as her fingers tangled in his hair.

“Catherine will understand,” he said, his hands roaming over her body, squeezing and caressing. “Besides, I know she’s had her eyes on you since the day we met.”

At those words, Olivia felt a surge of desire. She had always suspected that Catherine was bi-sexual, the way she would linger on Olivia’s cleavage when she thought Mark wasn’t looking. Could it be that she wanted Olivia as much as Mark did?

As if reading her mind, Mark whispered, “Join us tonight. Let us show you how much we desire you.”

Olivia hesitated for only a moment before giving a slight nod. She knew this was wrong on so many levels, but she was powerless to resist the temptation.

Later that night, Olivia found herself ringing the doorbell of the Hanson home, her heart pounding in her chest. Catherine opened the door, and Olivia felt her breath catch in her throat. The other woman was stunning, her red dress hugging her curves, her hair tumbling loose around her shoulders.

“Olivia,” Catherine purred, her eyes glowing with desire. “We’ve been waiting for you.”

Without another word, she pulled Olivia inside, her mouth crashing against Olivia’s in a passionate kiss. Olivia moaned, their tongues tangling as she let Catherine back her up against the wall.

They made out hot and heavy, hands groping and devouring each other’s bodies. Mark appeared moments later, grinning at the sight of the women. He circled behind Olivia and unzipped her dress.

“Fuck, look at those tits,” he groaned, fondling her large breasts. Olivia gasped as he played with her sensitive peaks, twisting and pinching.

Catherine sank to her knees, pulling Olivia’s panties down. “Mmm, you’re already so wet,” she purred, even as she buried her face between Olivia’s thighs.

“Oh God, yes,” Olivia cried out, her head falling back against Mark’s firm chest. He nibbled and sucked on her earlobe as his hands continued their relentless assault on her aching nipples.

Catherine licked and sucked Olivia’s dripping slit, her fingers probing deep inside. Olivia was so turned on, she could barely stand, her legs trembling with ecstasy.

“Fuck, I need to be inside you,” Mark growled, his thick cock prodding against her ass. With a swift move, Olivia was spun around and pushed onto the sofa. Mark positioned himself between her thighs, his cockhead teasing her weeping opening.

“Please,” Olivia begged wantonly, too far gone to care about anything but being filled completely.

With a loud grunt, Mark buried his shaft inside Olivia’s tight channel, his hands gripping her ankles. He powered in and out, pounding her hard and deep. Each powerful stroke hit her g-spot, sending jolts of pleasure through her overwrought body.

From her vantage point on the sofa, Olivia had a perfect view of Catherine frigging herself furiously, her hips undulating as she fucked her fingers. The sight of the other woman pleasuring herself was almost too much for Olivia.

She could feel herself rushing towards a massive orgasm, her inner muscles clenching and fluttering around Mark’s pistoning cock. With a loud cry, she came, her vision going white as wave after wave of ecstasy crashed over her.

Moments later, Mark gave a deep groan, his cock pulsing as he emptied his balls deep inside Olivia’s spasming channel. The feeling of his hot cum shooting inside her triggered another mini-orgasm, Olivia’s body shaking as she rode out the aftershocks.

Spent and panting, Olivia collapsed onto the sofa, her chest heaving. Mark pulled out, and she watched as Catherine leaned over and eagerly cleaned his still-hard cock.

“Fuck, you two killed me,” Mark said, falling back on the sofa. Olivia snuggled up against him, while Catherine sidled up on his other side. They stayed like that, basking in the post-coital bliss, until they all fell asleep, sated and content.

From that night on, Olivia became the Hansons’ secret mistress, joining them frequently for hot, steamy trysts that always left her satisfied and craving more. She found herself coming up with excuses to show the home, purely for the chance to be with her lovers again.

Olivia never considered that she was being unethical, or that it was improper to engage in sexual acts with clients. All that mattered was the pleasure she felt when she was with Mark and Catherine, the way their bodies moved together in perfect rhythm, like they were made for each other.

She knew, deep down, that she was just a plaything to them, a novelty they would eventually tire of. But for now, she would enjoy the fantasy, the delicious depravity of cheating on the agreement she had with society. Olivia knew she would probably go to hell for fucking the client, but the devil’s railroads sure did feel damn good, and she was willing to pay the price to ride the ride. After all, sinning never felt so sweet.

As she lay there between them, their mixed fluids drying on her skin, Olivia knew she would never be the same again, changed by the depravity she let herself experience. And she secretly couldn’t wait to do it again.