Two weeks ago, my husband brought a foreign exchange student into our home; the son of an important client. I never thought I'd be in this situation, but I had to make sure he felt comfortable staying with us, no matter what. At first, his stares made me uneasy. He couldn't keep his eyes off my tits, and I could tell how much he wanted to feel them. I was doing a good job ignoring him, but everything changed when my husband left for a business trip. The foreignt's student accent was enough to make my pussy wet, his whispers made my entire body tremble, and I found myself craving his hard cock every night. I couldn't take it anymore! I needed his fingers inside my pussy. As he licked every part of it with his soft, wet tongue, I knew I had to suck his dick. It was so big that I needed him to fill me up right there. I rode his cock, not giving a damn if we got caught. If cheating is wrong, why does his dick feel so right inside me?
