When Emma emerges into the living room in her hooker get-up, she assumed Daniel would be standing there with his camera pressed to his face, ready to snap as many photos as he could. It's not every day that his wife dresses up so well that she could probably replace one of the slutty women guarding the street corners. But she was astonished to find her husband with a hand in his pants and a look on his face that twisted something deep inside her gut. Before she knew it, Daniel was stalking towards and popping open her black trench coat; one hand gripping her hip and the other grasping a handful of her blonde hair. Gasping into Daniel's mouth when a hand goes for her breast, the squeeze makes her knees shake for a moment. This was roughness that Emma hadn't felt from her husband before; especially when that hand then trailed down her body, pulled her panties aside in order to rub at her, and massaged the sensitive area.<br/><br/>"Did you just-" Emma was cut off though when her body was thrusted against the wall, and her husband's hands were hoisting her up. She felt the penetration of Daniel's cock up into her tight and warm pussy, and her hands immediately wrap around his shoulders. Nails digging into his back and a cry ripping through her throat. With closed blue eyes and bright red cheeks from the animalistic approach that Daniel took to have sex with her, Emma felt like every second they spent up against the wall was minutes of the hottest sex she's ever had with her husband.<br/><br/>She wasn't even surprised whenever Daniel climaxes a lot sooner than normal. He must have really been worked up, and it's alright. Because she came moments before he did. Panting and slouching against one another as their climax highs coursing through their bodies. Rubbing his back, Emma moans softly and could feel her pussy pulse with the pumping blood rushing through her veins. "That's okay. You're okay. Oh my goodness, Daniel," she squeaks out with a giggle.