I Wanted a Condom. He Just Pulled It off and Squirted Me All Over

My husband had just left the house when the doorbell rang. I opened the door only in lingerie – and there he was, my secret lover, already aroused and ready. We crashed into the door, hands everywhere, tongues intertwined, my body pressed close to his. We stumbled to our marriage bed, still passionate. I grabbed a condom, rolled it over him, and moaned, “We have to be careful.” He made love to me with it for a minute, slowly and teasingly. Then he suddenly tore it off with a quick movement, threw it aside and thrust naked into me. I gasped, half shocked, half pleading – but my vagina was already clenching around his naked cock, betraying how much I wanted it raw. He thrust hard and deep into me without holding back, my legs wrapped around him as I moaned how wrong it was. And how damn good it felt.