Two or three times a week, she would come to my apartment or invite me over. It had become our dirty little rhythm, hidden away from the rest of the world in this quiet apartment building.

Now, months after giving birth, we were still going strong. Even stronger, actually.

Sometimes the baby was napping in the next room while I fucked her in their bed. She loved the thrill of it. The risk made everything more intense. She would text me, “He’s gone. ” Baby’s sleeping,” and I’d slip over quietly. The moment I stepped into their bedroom, she’d lock the door behind us but leave it cracked just enough to listen for any little cry. She’d bend over their bed, ass up, wearing nothing but a loose t-shirt. I’d stand behind her, rub my hard cock against her wet pussy, and slide in deep. I’d grab her hips and pound her from behind, the bed creaking softly under us. I’d slap her ass lightly—just enough to make it pink—and whisper, “You’re such a dirty secret slut, aren’t you? ” Letting the neighbor fuck you in your husband’s bed.”

She came harder when I talked dirty to her. Her pussy would clench around me, and she’d push back, desperate for every inch. “Yes… I’m your slut,” she’d moan into the pillow, trying to stay quiet. Those quick, risky sessions were some of the hottest. Knowing the baby was just one room away.

Last month, we had one of our longest sessions in my apartment. She arrived right after her husband left for work. Her body had bounced back nicely after pregnancy. Her hips were wider, her thighs fuller, and her breasts were still big and heavy from breastfeeding. The moment she walked in, she dropped her bag and kissed me like she’d been starving for days.

We spent almost three hours together. I started by laying her on my bed and slowly undressing her. I sucked on her nipples, tasting the sweet hint of milk that leaked out. She arched her back and moaned. “They’re so sensitive now,” she whispered. I kept going, licking and sucking until she was squirming.

Then I moved lower. I spread her legs wide and ate her pussy for a long time. She was already soaked. I licked her slowly, teasing her clit with my tongue, sliding two fingers inside her while I sucked. She came the first time after about ten minutes, her thighs shaking around my head. I didn’t stop. I kept licking, slower and deeper, until she came a second time, gripping my hair and whispering my name over and over.

After that, she wanted to please me. She pushed me onto my back and took my cock in her mouth. She sucked me slowly, taking her time. Her tongue swirled around the head, then she took me deeper, bobbing her head with wet, sloppy sounds. She looked up at me with those big eyes, her lips stretched around me. It felt incredible. She edged me for almost twenty minutes, bringing me close and then slowing down, until I was throbbing and begging.

Then we fucked in every position we could think of. I bent her over the armrest and pounded her hard, slapping her ass while she moaned. “I need your dick so bad,” she kept saying. “Fuck me deeper.” Next, she rode me on the floor. She climbed on top, her big breasts bouncing as she moved up and down. I grabbed her hips and thrust up into her, watching her face twist with pleasure.

After that, I stood up, lifted her against the wall, and fucked her standing. Her legs wrapped around my waist, her arms around my neck. We were both sweating. I could feel her pussy pulsing around me. We moved back to the bed for missionary, slow and close, kissing the whole time. Finally, I took her from behind again, this time on my bed. She squeezed me tight with her arms and her legs, whispering, “I don’t want to stop seeing you. Please don’t ever stop.”

We lay there afterward, catching our breath. She traced her fingers over my chest and told me how alive she felt with me. The guilt was always there, but the pleasure pushed it away.

I stay single. I go on normal dates sometimes, just to keep things looking ordinary. I meet nice women, have polite conversations, and sometimes even have okay sex. But nothing compares to this secret arrangement. Nothing feels as intense as sliding into Sarah while her baby naps nearby or hearing her whisper how much better I fuck her than her husband.

No one in the building knows. The daytime emptiness gives us perfect privacy. Most neighbors are at work during the day, so the halls are quiet. We’re careful with messages—nothing too obvious, just “Coffee?” or “He’s gone.” We never act suspicious when people are around. If we pass in the hallway, we smile politely and say hello like normal neighbors. But the second the door closes, everything changes.

She says she feels guilty sometimes. Late at night, when she’s lying next to her husband, the weight hits her. She told me she sometimes cries quietly, wondering how she became this person. But the pleasure is too strong. The way I make her cum, the excitement of the risk, the way her body craves me—it pulls her back every time. I feel the same. It’s wrong. Deeply wrong. But it feels too good to stop.

This secret has been going on for over a year. From her big pregnant belly, feeling the baby kick while I was inside her, to the emotional days right after birth, to now. Every time she texts me “He’s gone,” I still get excited. My heart races. My cock gets hard instantly. I know I’m going to fuck her again—hard, deep, and the way she needs it.

Yesterday, she texted again. “He took the baby out for two hours. Come now.”

I went over immediately. She met me at the door in just a robe. As soon as it closed, she let it fall. Her naked body looked perfect—heavy breasts with dark nipples, a soft stomach, and thick thighs. We started in the living room. I sat, and she straddled me, sinking down on my cock. She rode me hard, her tits bouncing in my face. I sucked them while she moved, tasting her milk again.

I don’t know how to stop either. This affair has become part of my life. The excitement, the pleasure, the connection—it’s addictive. Maybe one day reality will catch up. Maybe her husband will find out. But until then, every time that text comes, I’ll be ready.

Ready to fuck my secret lover again. Hard. Deep. The way only I can give her.

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