The afternoon sun streamed through the open windows of the newly-listed house, dust motes dancing in the golden light. Charles Dera, our realtor, was a whirlwind of charm and expensive cologne. He was going through the usual motions, pointing out the granite countertops and the spacious backyard, but his eyes kept drifting towards my wife, Natalie Brooks.
I'd noticed it from the start – the lingering glances, the slightly too-long handshakes. And I wasn't entirely opposed. Natalie, my hot brunette wife, was breathtaking. A playful thought became a simmering desire as Charles leaned in close to her, whispering something about the master suite's view. The no panties flashing as she stretched up to get a better look.
Later, as we were supposedly discussing mortgage rates, Charles's hand brushed against Natalie's thigh. It was subtle, deniable, but the electricity in the air was undeniable. She didn't pull away. My pulse quickened. Maybe this "house humpers" situation was turning into a good plot.
"I think... I think we need to see the master bedroom again," I stammered, my voice thick with unspoken invitation.
Upstairs, the air crackled with anticipation. Charles cornered Natalie against the plush king-sized bed. Their eyes locked. He leaned in for a kiss, a slow, deliberate exploration that sent shivers down my spine. Then, more kissing with girls kissing and lots of tongue.
It escalated quickly. Clothes were shed, inhibitions forgotten. Soon, Natalie was straddling Charles, her moans echoing through the empty house. I joined in, my hands exploring her curves, tasting her skin. He wanted to give her a sloppy blowjob before the hot wife threesome. The POV gave me a boner and had me ready. Charles took my wife roughly from behind in doggystyle. The cum load was explosive, painting her inner thighs a pearl shade.
The afternoon bled into evening, filled with gasps, moans, and the undeniable thrill of forbidden pleasure. It was a real estate showing we wouldn't soon forget.