Ethan's hands roamed greedily over Lisa Harper's sweat-slick body as he pinned her against the headboard of the king-sized marital bed. The 42-year-old milf's auburn hair spilled across the pillows like silk, her full lips parted in desperate, slutty gasps. She wore nothing but the thin gold wedding band that had adorned her finger for eighteen years — a mocking symbol of the dull, passionless marriage she'd endured.
He had her thick thighs folded back, knees crushed to her heaving tits in a brutal mating press that spread her dripping, married pussy wide open. Her swollen folds glistened obscenely, pink and puffy, juices already leaking down her ass crack onto the sheets that still smelled of her husband's cheap cologne.
"Look at you," Ethan growled, dragging the fat, throbbing head of his veiny cock through her slick, cheating slit, coating himself in her creamy arousal. "Forty-two years old, mother of two, church-going wife… and here you are, soaked like a desperate whore, begging a man half your husband's age to wreck this neglected milf cunt."
Lisa whimpered, hips bucking wildly, trying to impale herself on him. "Please… Ethan… stop teasing my slutty pussy… I'm aching… I need that big cock inside me!"
He smirked, circling her swollen clit with his leaking tip until her entire body shook, fresh juices squirting out in shameful little spurts. "Need what, Lisa? Say it like the cheating cum-dump you are."
Her cheeks burned crimson, but raw lust destroyed any remaining shame. "I need your thick, veiny cock stretching my married pussy raw… I need you to fuck me harder than my pathetic husband ever could… pound me until I squirt like a bitch in heat and forget his worthless name!"
Ethan's eyes flashed with dark triumph. Without warning, he slammed forward — one savage thrust burying every inch of his rock-hard shaft balls-deep into her starving hole.
Lisa's back arched violently off the bed, a guttural scream ripping from her throat. "Fuuuck! So big… you're splitting my cunt open… ruining me!"
Her walls clamped around him like a hot, velvet vice — tighter and wetter than any woman he'd ever fucked. Years of sexual starvation had turned her pussy into a greedy, dripping mess that sucked at him desperately.
He gave her no mercy. Pulled back until only the head stretched her entrance, then rammed back in — balls slapping her ass with a wet smack. Again. Harder. Faster. The room filled with filthy sounds: the obscene squelch of her cream frothing around his pistoning cock, the loud slap of skin on skin, her massive tits bouncing like jelly with every brutal thrust.
"Fuck, this cheating milf pussy is gripping me like it's starving," he groaned, gripping her ankles and forcing her legs even wider, opening her completely. "Your husband must have a pathetic little prick. This hole hasn't been properly fucked in years."
Lisa could only sob in ecstasy, drool trickling from the corner of her mouth as her tits jiggled wildly. He leaned down, biting one fat nipple hard enough to make her scream, then sucking it deep while hammering her G-spot relentlessly.
"Ethan… I'm cumming… oh god, I'm cumming on your cock!" she wailed, body convulsing as her first orgasm exploded. Hot squirt gushed around his shaft, soaking his balls and the sheets in a lewd puddle.
He fucked her straight through it, forcing her into a second climax immediately — her eyes rolling back, tongue lolling as she babbled incoherently, pussy spasming like it wanted to trap him forever.
"That's it, you filthy married slut," he snarled, flipping her onto her stomach without pulling out. He yanked her hips up, arching her back deep, and mounted her like a breeding animal.
Now he went even deeper — the head battering her cervix with every savage thrust.
He grabbed a fistful of her hair, yanking her head back as he railed her dripping cunt.
"Whose pussy is this, Lisa? Tell me while I destroy it!"
"Y-YOURS!" she screamed, pushing back desperately, ass cheeks rippling from the impacts. "This pussy belongs to you! My husband doesn't deserve it… he never made me squirt like a whore!"
His free hand cracked down on her plump ass — hard, stinging spanks that left red handprints and made her walls clench tighter. She yelped, then moaned louder, the pain pushing her toward another edge.
He spanked her again and again, watching her thick cheeks jiggle, feeling her greedy cunt tighten with every strike. "That's right. You're just a cheating milf cum-dump now. My personal breeding hole."
The dirty words shattered her. Her third orgasm crashed like a tidal wave — pussy clamping so hard it nearly pushed him out. She screamed into the pillow, squirting violently down her thighs and his balls.
Ethan's balls tightened, heavy and full. "Beg for my load, slut. Beg me to breed your married womb."
Lisa broke completely. "Please… cum inside me… breed your cheating milf slut… pump my womb full of your thick seed… I want your baby… knock me up… not his… never his pathetic cum!"
That did it.
With a primal roar, Ethan buried himself to the root and erupted.
The first rope blasted out like a firehose, painting her insides white. Then another — thicker, hotter — flooding her fertile depths. He ground against her cervix, pumping rope after rope deep, making sure every drop claimed her womb.
Lisa screamed through her fourth orgasm, body convulsing uncontrollably, pussy milking him greedily for every last spurt. Her walls fluttered and squeezed, desperate to keep him inside.
He stayed buried as he finished, stirring his load deeper with slow grinds. Only then did he pull out — watching in dark satisfaction as thick, white cum immediately gushed from her gaping, ruined pussy, forming a creamy puddle on her husband's side of the bed.
Lisa collapsed forward, panting, body glistening with sweat and squirt. Ethan rolled her onto her back, spreading her legs wide to admire his work — her pussy red, swollen, overflowing with his seed.
He shoved three fingers inside, finger-fucking his cum deeper, making her whimper and twitch from overstimulation.
"You're mine now," he whispered. "Even if I die today, I died owning this milf pussy."
As if on cue, the bedroom door exploded open.
Mr. Harper stood frozen in the doorway, grocery bags dropping from his hands. His eyes widened in horror at the sight: his naked wife sprawled on their bed, legs spread, cum leaking from her well-fucked cunt, while a younger man knelt between her thighs with his spent cock still dripping.
"You… you bastard!" he roared, grabbing the kitchen knife from the fallen bag.
Ethan didn't move. Didn't cover himself. Just smirked as the man charged.
The knife plunged into his chest. Once. Twice. Blood sprayed across Lisa's breasts.
As darkness closed in, Ethan's final thought was pure,
Fuck
Just when he thaught everything was over and closed his eyes, he heard a strange sound.
[Processing started].....[Processing finished]
Forest air. Magic humming in his veins. A body reborn — younger, stronger, cock heavier than ever.
Golden system text floated before his eyes:
[Transmigrator Ethan — Welcome to Aetheria.]
[Unique System: Milf Dominion Awakened]
[Free Claim Active: Dominate any mature female with intent and eye contact.]
[Bonuses explode with NTR depth.]
[First target: Married milf, 38, maximum repression. Distance: 80 meters.]
Ethan rose, naked and unashamed, his new power thrumming through him.
Through the trees: a village inn. A stunning auburn-haired woman hanging laundry, her curves mouthwatering.
Her oblivious husband inside.
Ethan's grin was feral.
Time to start the real conquest.
To be continued…