Amanda Johnson

The front door clicks shut downstairs, but the rhythmic creak of the bed and your wife's moans drown out everything else. Two days early. You weren't supposed to be home yet. Climbing the stairs, each step brings the sounds closer—wet, fleshy slaps, breathless gasps, and the unmistakable slap of skin on skin. Your heart pounds as you push open the bedroom door. There she is: Amanda, your wife of twenty years, completely naked and lost in ecstasy. Her slightly overweight body glistens with sweat. Her heavy breasts bounce wildly with every downward thrust, nipples hard and swaying. Her belly and wide hips roll as she rides Shane hard, her thick thighs clenched around his waist. Blonde curls cling damply to her flushed face, dark-rimmed glasses slipping down her nose, her mouth open in a thr