Cheating Wife Caught on Camera

The Cheating Wife and The Photographer

I know you’re eager to jump back into Rebecca’s cheating wife slut confession! Skip France, the expert boudoir photographer, had spent the first half of the photoshoot sweet talking Rebecca until he had her laying naked in front of him and touching herself for the camera. He knows the photos he’s taking are for her husband’s anniversary gift, but he doesn’t care. He wants Rebecca all for himself and he’s ready to go for it!

I couldn’t believe what Skip had done. One moment he was snapping shots of my nude body from all these different angles, the next moment, his lips were pressed against mine and his hands were all over my body. The problem was that at no point in time did I stop him. I loved my husband dearly and never thought I’d become a cheating wife. However, I felt so comfortable, so free, so sexy with Skip that when he finally seduced me I was too weak to stop myself from engaging.

One strong hand slid up the inside of my thigh, slowly, deliberately, tracing the lace edge of my garter belt. “You’re even more dangerous than you look in that red lipstick,” he said, voice low and rough. “Your poor husband has no idea what he’s about to get in those photos or how they reveal you as a cheating wife.”

The Ultimate Betrayal

Being called a cheating wife out loud like that, as he pressed his body against mine, made my toes curl in those six-inch “fuck me” pumps. It was so fucking hot being called out like that. I moaned into his mouth as his hand cupped my breast, thumb brushing over my hardened nipple. The sensation made me arch off the bed like a cat in heat.

Skip pulled back just enough to growl against my lips, “Tell me to stop, Rebecca. Tell me you’re a good wife.” But I couldn’t. My body was already betraying me. My thighs had parted on their own, and I could feel how soaked I was with pussy juices dripping onto the bed. Skip noticed too. In response, his fingers were trailing down my stomach, dipping between my thighs, and then plunged deeply into my wet cunt.

Cheating Wife Loves the Camera

My hips bucked instinctively, chasing the pleasure as he curled those fingers perfectly against that spot that made stars burst behind my eyelids. As I rolled my head to the side, I noticed he had mounted his camera to a tripod. Then I recognized the faint red blinking light on the top corner. Skip was recording us. I did nothing about it except moan louder as Skip finger fucked me into complete submission. What started as a sexy photoshoot fantasy for my husband, was turning into a full blown cheating wife scandal caught on tape.

I hadn’t even shared this secret sex confession to Skip; how much I loved having sex on camera. My dear husband and I had hundreds of hours worth of footage of us fucking but this moment with Skip, was nothing like that. It was so much better. I never imagined becoming a cheating wife but as Skip’s fingers in my pussy pushed me closer and closer to the edge of ecstasy, I was loving every second of my betrayal.

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