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I'd been home alone, expecting my wife's best friend to stop by. She'd mentioned bringing some clothes she'd borrowed. But as I lay on the couch, I heard soft footsteps and saw her tiptoeing in, wearing nothing but a smile. She froze, realizing her mistake, but I was already hard, my eyes drawn to her luscious curves. She crept closer, a finger to her lips, beckoning me to be quiet. I stood, pulling her into a passionate kiss, my hands exploring her full, firm breasts. She moaned softly, pushing me back onto the couch, straddling me in the missionary position. I thrust into her, her tight pussy enveloping my thick cock. She rode me slowly, her big ass bouncing gently, her big tits swaying. I grabbed her hips, pulling her down harder, faster, until we both came, her pussy convulsing around my cock. We froze, hearing my wife's key in the door, before she slipped off me, leaving me to clean up her creamy mess.