Going Deep In Therapy

I pull up to the therapist's office with my wife Angela, both of us tense as fuck for our regular session. But it's my solo time first—Penny, that smoking hot shrink with curves that make my dick twitch, ushers me inside while Angela cools her heels right outside the door. The second we're alone, Penny locks eyes with me, her lips curling into that wicked smile. No bullshit therapy today; we've been balls-deep in this affair for weeks, sneaking raw, filthy fucks every chance we get. She shoves me back against the desk, yanking my pants down as her tongue dives straight for my throbbing cock, slurping it down her throat like a starving slut. I groan loud, gripping her hair, face-fucking her until spit drips everywhere. "Fuck, Penny, your mouth's a goddamn vice," I growl, but she pops off, strips her tight skirt, and bends over the couch, spreading her soaked pussy lips wide. I slam in deep—no condom, just skin-on-skin pounding—her walls clenching my shaft like she owns it. We lose it completely, her moans echoing as I rail her from behind, balls slapping her clit, then flip her onto the desk for missionary, drilling so hard the whole room shakes. A picture frame topples—crash!—and Angela knocks softly outside, "Everything okay in there?" Penny bites her lip to stifle a scream, but I don't stop, thrusting deeper, her juices squirting around my pistoning cock. Suspicion in Angela's voice, but we keep going, sweat-slicked and savage. Penny rides me reverse cowgirl next, grinding her ass down, my hands mauling her tits while she creams all over me. Another loud slap of flesh—thwack!—and Angela calls again, closer now, "Shane? You good?" Heart pounding, I bury myself to the hilt, flooding Penny's spasming cunt with hot ropes of cum just as the doorknob rattles... close call, but fuck, it only makes me want round two.