Rainy Day Canvas

The sharp scent of wet pavement and fresh espresso hit me the moment I stepped into the tiny corner café. Rain hammered the windows like it wanted in, and there she was—Lila, my wife of three years—already perched at the corner table with her sketchpad open. Her dark eyes flicked up to meet mine, and the heat in that single glance made my cock twitch against my jeans. God, she looked edible in that thin white blouse now half-transparent from the drizzle, nipples tight and visible.

I slid into the chair opposite her, water dripping from my hair.

"Hey, stranger," she said, voice low and teasing, lips curving. "Took you long enough. I was starting to think you'd leave me here all wet and needy."

"Needy, huh?" I leaned in, smelling her perfume mixed with rain. "You picked the model gig yourself. You sure about this?"

Lila's cheeks flushed but her gaze didn't waver. She reached under the table and squeezed my thigh, fingers brushing the growing bulge.

"Positive. The rain's keeping everyone else away. It's just us... and that empty back booth no one can see into. I want you to fuck your wife right here while I pretend to sketch you. Make it dirty, baby."

My pulse spiked. The café was nearly deserted—just the barista humming behind the counter and the steady drum of rain masking everything. Lila stood first, hips swaying as she led me to the shadowed booth at the rear. She slid in first, back to the wall, and I followed, heart hammering.

我们一躲起来，她就把我拉近，嘴巴猛地贴上我的。她的舌头火热而急切地滑入我的双唇之间，同时她的手拉开了我的拉链。

“嗯，已经为我这么硬了，”她贴着我的嘴低语。“掏出来。我现在就要你那根粗鸡巴插进你老婆的骚穴里。”

I freed my dick, heavy and throbbing, the head already slick. Lila hiked her short skirt up with one hand, no panties underneath—just her smooth, shaved pussy glistening. She spread her thighs wide under the table, one leg hooking over mine.

"Fuck, Lila... you're soaked."

"All your fault. Been thinking about this since I texted you." She grabbed my shaft, stroking me roughly, thumb circling the sensitive head. "Don't be gentle. Slide it in deep. Fill me up."

我向前挺进。她紧致火热的蜜穴在一次顺滑的挺进中吞下了每一寸，她的内壁像湿滑的天鹅绒一样紧紧裹着我。她用力咬着嘴唇忍住呻吟，眼睛微微颤动。

“哦操……是的。你的鸡巴撑开你老婆的骚穴感觉太爽了。”

我们一开始很慢，我的臀部浅浅地抽送，以免桌子晃动得太明显。每一次滑动都发出淫靡的轻微水声，大部分被雨声掩盖了。莉拉空着的那只手像拿着道具一样抓着她的速写本，铅笔胡乱画着线条，另一只手紧紧抓着我的肩膀。

"Harder," she breathed, voice cracking. "I want to feel you tomorrow when I sit down to paint."

I picked up the pace, driving deeper, the angle letting me grind against her swollen clit with every stroke. Her tits bounced under the damp blouse, nipples begging for attention. I pinched one through the fabric and she gasped, pussy fluttering around my dick.

"God, yes... just like that. Fuck your slutty little wife in this café. Anyone could walk by and see how full my pussy is."

The risk made everything sharper. I could feel her getting close already—her breaths turning into soft, desperate whimpers, thighs trembling against mine. I reached between us, finding her slick clit and rubbing tight circles while I pounded into her.

莉拉的头向后靠在卡座上，眼睛因快感而半闭着。

“我要高潮了……别停，求你了。我高潮的时候射进来。我想要你滚烫的精液一路流出来，直到回家。”

Her words pushed me over. Her pussy spasmed hard, milking my cock in rhythmic waves as she came with a choked moan she tried to hide behind her hand. I followed right after, burying myself to the hilt and pumping thick ropes of cum deep inside her clenching heat. The wet warmth of it mixed with her juices, dripping down between us onto the seat.

我们紧紧相拥，喘息着，我的额头抵着她的额头，外面的雨还在下。她的手指在我的脖子上懒洋洋地画着圈。

"Round two back at the studio?" she whispered, a wicked smile spreading. "I still need to finish that sketch... and maybe ride you properly on the drop cloth this time."