Page 135 of Tell Me All Your Lies

“Yes,” she groans as she holds onto my shoulders.

“Fuck me. I need you to show me how much you want me.”

“Only you,” she says as she starts her small thrusts on my cock.

“I hope all our neighbors can see you riding my cock. Knowing that you’re drenched for your husband.”

“Yes, Grant. I love that I’m your wife.”

Cara starts to bounce up and down on my cock, and I let her keep control. The way she grinds against me shows how much she’s using me for her pleasure. I would happily give this to her every time she needs it.

“Come on, wife. Come on my cock. We’ve got work to do.”

Cara bounces harder, and I suck on her tits, which I know she loves. She moans wildly, and I can tell she’s about to come.

“Yes, I love that,” she says.

I gently bite at her nipples before swallowing her breasts in my mouth one at a time. Unable to help myself, I grab her ass and roughly pull her to go faster.

She pants loudly and then screams as her cum finally drenches my cock. I follow behind moments later.

“Good little wife.”

She pants as she comes down from her high.

“What do you do to me?” she whispers.

“Hopefully everything.”

She laughs lightly before pulling away and getting redressed. I wipe up and pull up my pants and boxers.

Cara snuggles into my side on the bench once she’s fully dressed. Only a few minutes pass as we watch the house when one of the SUV doors swings open. A guard gets out, followed by Taby.

She looks around the driveway and glances toward our house. The guard takes notice of it, too, and I watch as they talk to one another while looking in our direction. Thankfully, we know how to stay hidden while still watching through this window.

“What do you think she said?” Cara asks.

“I think we’re going to be getting that visit.”

“I’m going to start preparations.”

“For what?”

“The worst case.”

Cara stalks off, and I watch as she begins checking the locations of our hidden weapons throughout the house.

I keep a lookout for any sign of what’s to come next.

“Cara,” I shout.

“What is it?”

“Fred.”

Cara scurries toward the front of the house again.

“What do you mean?” she asks.

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