Mr. Tim wiped the sweat from his brow as he surveyed the bustling warehouse floor. At 55, he owned the place, a sprawling operation filled with crates, forklifts, and the constant hum of machinery. His days were long, but his home life with Sunny Ray, his fiery 52-year-old redhead wife, kept him going. Sunny was a true MILF, with curves that turned heads and a laugh that lit up rooms. Her red hair cascaded in waves down her back, framing a face that mixed sultry experience with playful mischief. But lately, Mr. Tim had noticed her growing restless, her outfits getting tighter, her glances lingering a bit too long on the younger guys at work.
That morning, as he sipped his coffee in the office, Mr. Tim remembered the new flat-screen TV he’d bought for Sunny. It was a beast, 65 inches of high-definition glory, perfect for her binge-watching sessions. But he was swamped with inventory counts and couldn’t break away. His eyes landed on John Strange, one of his most reliable workers. John was in his late 30s, built like a linebacker with broad shoulders and a quiet confidence. He wasn’t the chatty type, but he got the job done without complaint.
“Hey, John,” Mr. Tim called out, waving him over. John approached, wiping his hands on his work jeans. “I need a favor. Got this new TV at home that needs installing for the wife. Sunny’s been nagging me about it. Can you head over there this afternoon and set it up? Put it wherever she wants, however she wants it. Here’s the address and spare key. Tell her it’s from me.”
John nodded, pocketing the key. “Sure thing, boss. No problem.”
Mr. Tim clapped him on the shoulder, oblivious to the spark he’d just ignited. “Appreciate it, man. Sunny can be a handful, but she’s worth it. Just make her happy.”
By early afternoon, John pulled up to the neat suburban house in his pickup truck. The TV box was already delivered, sitting on the porch like a giant cardboard monolith. He rang the doorbell, shifting awkwardly as he waited. The door swung open, and there stood Sunny Ray, a vision in a skimpy tank top that hugged her ample breasts and cutoff shorts that barely covered her round ass. Her red hair was tousled, as if she’d just rolled out of bed, and her green eyes sparkled with curiosity.
“You must be John,” she said, her voice husky and inviting. She extended a hand, her nails painted a bold red. “Tim mentioned you’d be coming. I’m Sunny. Come on in.”
John stepped inside, the scent of her perfume—something floral and intoxicating—hitting him immediately. The living room was spacious, with plush furniture and large windows letting in the sunlight. “Where do you want this TV, ma’am?”
Sunny laughed, a throaty sound that sent a shiver down his spine. “Call me Sunny. And wherever I want it? Tim said that?” She bit her lip, eyeing him up and down. John was taller than she’d imagined, his work shirt stretched tight over his muscled chest. There was something rugged about him, a raw energy that made her pulse quicken.
“Yeah, boss’s orders,” John replied, setting down his tools. He started unpacking the TV, mounting it on the wall as per her instructions—right above the fireplace, facing the couch. But as he worked, Sunny didn’t retreat to the kitchen or give him space. She hovered, handing him screws, brushing against his arm accidentally-on-purpose.
“You work with Tim a lot?” she asked, leaning against the wall, her cleavage on full display.
“Most days,” John grunted, focusing on the brackets. But he couldn’t ignore her. Sunny was a redhead MILF straight out of his fantasies—curvy hips, full lips, and an ass that begged to be grabbed.
Once the TV was up and wired, Sunny flicked it on, the screen bursting to life with a cooking show. “Perfect,” she purred, stepping closer to John. “But you know, Tim said to put it however I want and wherever I want. I think it needs… testing.”
John raised an eyebrow, sensing the shift in her tone. “Testing?”
Sunny’s hand trailed down his arm, her touch electric. “Yeah. Sit down.” She pushed him onto the couch, straddling his lap before he could protest. Her shorts rode up, revealing the lace of her panties. “You’ve been staring at me since you walked in. Don’t deny it.”
John’s hands instinctively went to her waist, feeling the heat of her skin. “Mrs. Ray—Sunny—I shouldn’t…”
“Shh,” she whispered, grinding against the growing bulge in his jeans. “Tim sent you here. This is what I want. And he said wherever I want.” Her lips crashed into his, hungry and demanding. John kissed back, his restraint crumbling as her tongue danced with his.
Sunny pulled away, her eyes locked on his. “I want you to fuck me, John. Right here, on this couch, with the TV you just installed watching us. Make me your slut.” She slid off his lap, dropping to her knees between his legs. Her fingers worked his belt open, yanking down his zipper. John’s Big White Cock sprang free, thick and veined, already hard and throbbing.
“Holy shit,” Sunny murmured, wrapping her hand around it. She stroked slowly, admiring the length. “Tim’s got nothing on this.” Leaning in, she took the head into her mouth, swirling her tongue around it. John groaned, his head falling back as she sucked deeper, her lips stretching around his girth.
The blowjob was sloppy and intense. Sunny bobbed her head, taking more of his Big White Cock with each pass, her saliva dripping down the shaft. She hollowed her cheeks, sucking hard, while her hand pumped the base. John tangled his fingers in her red hair, guiding her rhythm. “Fuck, Sunny… you’re incredible.”
She popped off with a wet smack, strings of spit connecting her lips to his cock. “You like that? Wait till you feel my pussy.” Standing, she peeled off her tank top, her heavy breasts bouncing free, nipples hard and pink. Then the shorts and panties followed, revealing her shaved pussy, already glistening with arousal.
John stood, shedding his clothes in record time. He was all muscle, his body honed from warehouse labor. Sunny pushed him back onto the couch, climbing on top. She positioned his Big White Cock at her entrance, sinking down slowly. The intercourse started deliberate, her walls clenching around him as she rode.
“Oh god, yes,” Sunny moaned, her hips rolling. John’s hands gripped her ass, spreading her cheeks as she bounced. The room filled with the sounds of skin slapping, her breasts jiggling with each thrust. She leaned forward, kissing him fiercely while grinding her clit against his pelvis.
But Sunny craved more. After several minutes of deep, pounding intercourse, she lifted off, her pussy juices coating his cock. “I want it in my ass, John. Fuck my ass.”
John’s eyes widened, but his dick twitched at the idea. “You sure?”
“Fuck my ass! Boss’s orders!” she demanded, the phrase slipping out with a wicked grin, echoing Tim’s innocent instructions in the dirtiest way possible.
She turned, presenting her ass to him on all fours. John spat on his hand, lubing his Big White Cock before pressing the tip against her tight hole. Sunny pushed back, relaxing as he eased in. The anal penetration was slow at first, inch by inch, until he was buried balls-deep in her ass.
“Yes! Harder!” Sunny cried, reaching back to rub her clit. John gripped her hips, thrusting steadily, the friction building heat. Her ass gripped him like a vice, milking his cock with every stroke. He picked up speed, slamming into her, the couch creaking under them.
Sunny’s moans turned to screams of pleasure. “Deeper, John! Fuck this MILF ass!” The anal fucking was relentless, his balls slapping against her pussy. She fingered herself furiously, the dual sensations pushing her toward orgasm.
Meanwhile, across town, Mr. Tim wrapped up a meeting, glancing at his watch. He wondered how the TV installation was going. Little did he know, his warehouse worker was balls-deep in his wife’s ass, turning their home into a cuckold playground.
Back at the house, Sunny came hard, her body shaking as waves of ecstasy crashed over her. “I’m cumming! Don’t stop!” John felt her ass spasm around him, nearly pushing him over the edge. But he held back, pulling out with a pop.
“On your back,” he growled, flipping her over. Sunny spread her legs wide, inviting more intercourse. John plunged back into her pussy, fucking her missionary style, their bodies slick with sweat. Her red hair fanned out on the cushions, her nails raking his back.
“You’re so much better than Tim,” she gasped between thrusts. “This Big White Cock owns me now.”
John pounded harder, the cuckold dynamic fueling his aggression. He imagined Mr. Tim walking in, seeing his wife impaled on his worker’s dick. The thought made him thrust deeper, hitting her G-spot.
Sunny wrapped her legs around him, pulling him close. “Cum for me, John. Give me that cumshot.”
He couldn’t hold out. With a roar, John pulled out, stroking his cock furiously. Thick ropes of cum erupted, splattering across her ass cheeks in a massive cumshot. Some landed on her pussy lips, dripping down, but most coated her ass, marking her as his.
Sunny reached back, smearing the cum on her ass, loving the warm stickiness. “Cum on ass… perfect,” she sighed, collapsing in bliss.
John panted, staring at the mess he’d made. “Boss is gonna kill me.”
Sunny laughed, pulling him down for a kiss. “He sent you here. This is Your Wife My Meat, remember? He shares whether he knows it or not.”
As the afternoon wore on, they cleaned up, but the fire wasn’t out. Sunny led John to the bedroom, promising round two. She dressed like a slut again, in lingerie this time, and dropped to her knees for another blowjob. Her mouth worked magic, deepthroating his Big White Cock until he was rock hard.
This time, they moved to the bed for more intercourse. Sunny on top, riding reverse cowgirl, her ass bouncing as she took him deep. John watched, mesmerized by the view, his hands guiding her hips. “You’re a fucking goddess, Sunny.”
She ground down, circling her hips. “And you’re my secret. Tim’s worker, fucking his redhead MILF wife. Cuckold heaven.”
Transitioning seamlessly, Sunny flipped around, offering her ass again. “Anal time. Fuck my ass like you own it!”
John obliged, lubing up with her pussy juices before sliding in. The anal was even more intense this round, doggy style on the bed. He spanked her cheeks, leaving red handprints, as he railed her. Sunny buried her face in the pillow, muffling her screams.
“Boss’s orders! Harder!” she yelled, the phrase becoming their mantra.
John’s thrusts grew erratic, the tightness overwhelming. He pulled out just in time, unleashing another cumshot across her ass. Cum on ass glistened in the sunlight filtering through the curtains, a special treat just for her.
They lay tangled, catching their breath. Sunny traced patterns in the cum on her skin. “Tim will be home soon. But this… this was exactly what I needed.”
John dressed, stealing one last kiss. “Anytime, Sunny. Boss’s orders.”
As he drove back to the warehouse, John couldn’t wipe the grin off his face. Mr. Tim greeted him with a thumbs up. “All good?”
“Perfect, boss. Sunny’s thrilled. TV’s exactly where she wanted it.”
Mr. Tim nodded, clueless. But in the cuckold world of Your Wife My Meat, the real installation had just begun—a secret affair that would continue, with Sunny Ray craving more from John Strange’s Big White Cock.
The encounters didn’t stop there. Over the next weeks, Mr. Tim’s “favors” became a pattern. Another errand, another visit, each time escalating the debauchery. Sunny greeted John at the door naked one day, pulling him straight to the kitchen for a blowjob over the counter. She sucked his cock with expert precision, gagging herself on it until tears streamed down her face.
“Swallow it all,” she begged, but John had other plans. He bent her over the table, fucking her pussy hard, the intercourse shaking the dishes. Then, anal on the floor, her ass high as he pounded away. The cumshot painted her back, but she scooped some to rub on her ass, savoring the cum on ass finale.
Another time, in the warehouse after hours—Mr. Tim had sent John to “pick up tools” from home, but Sunny met him there instead. The risk amped up the thrill. Hidden behind stacks of crates, Sunny dropped to her knees for a blowjob, the echo of her slurping mixing with distant machinery.
“Quiet,” John whispered, but Sunny just sucked harder, her red hair bobbing.
They fucked against a pallet, intercourse frantic and raw. Sunny’s legs wrapped around him, urging deeper. “Anal now,” she demanded, turning to brace against the wood. John’s Big White Cock stretched her ass, the anal fucking muffled by her hand over her mouth.
When he came, the cumshot hit her ass perfectly, dripping down her thighs. “Your wife, my meat,” Sunny whispered, quoting the site’s mantra.
Mr. Tim remained in the dark, but Sunny’s glow was undeniable. She flirted more openly at warehouse barbecues, her hand brushing John’s when Tim wasn’t looking. The cuckold tension built, unspoken but electric.
One evening, after a particularly grueling day, Mr. Tim came home early. He heard moans from the bedroom, his heart pounding as he crept closer. Peeking through the cracked door, he saw it: Sunny on her knees, giving John a blowjob, his Big White Cock disappearing down her throat. Then she mounted him, riding in wild intercourse.
“Fuck my ass! Boss’s orders!” Sunny cried, and Tim’s world shattered. But instead of rage, a twisted arousal stirred. He watched, hidden, as John flipped her for anal, slamming into her until the cumshot covered her ass.
Tim slipped away, conflicted but hooked. The cuckold revelation changed everything. He started “assigning” John more tasks at home, knowing full well what happened. Sunny Ray, the redhead MILF, had turned their marriage into a Your Wife My Meat fantasy, with John Strange as the star worker.
Their threesomes began subtly. Tim “accidentally” walked in one day, feigning surprise. But Sunny pulled him in, making him watch up close as she sucked John’s cock. “Join us, honey,” she said, and Tim did, jerking off to the sight.
The anal sessions became group affairs, Sunny taking both men, her body a playground. Cumshots on her ass from both, the ultimate treat.
In the end, the warehouse owner’s mistake birthed a new dynamic—unrestrained, explicit, and endlessly satisfying. Sunny Ray reveled in her role, the MILF queen of cuckold bliss, forever craving that Big White Cock and the cum that followed.
