Cheating on your wife on the wedding night
From Torg Adventure
“Suzi, didn't you have something you needed to take care of downstairs?”
“Huh?” says Suzi. You stand behind Hilda and wink at your new bride. She sighs with disappointment. “But we're married, sugar dumping. We're supposed to be together on our wedding night.”
You slide a hand up and down Hilda's arm without turning away from Suzi. “Don't worry honey, this is all part of the... fantasy.”
Suzi shakes her head with a sly grin. “Okay, I'll take care of that 'thing' downstairs. But you owe me!” She leaves the room, her long white dress flowing behind her. As she closes the door behind her you create a piece of paper on the hallway floor with instructions for when she should come back.
Hilda turns to you slowly. “I'm sorry, sir. Did I disturb you and your wife?”
“No, nothing like that. Well, a little.” You take one of Hilda's trembling hands in yours. “As soon as you walked in I knew I had to show you something.”
“What is that, sir?”
You lead the blonde hotel maid to a full length mirror. Standing behind her, you place your hands on her hips and say, “I wanted you to take a look in this mirror. There seems to be a gorgeous girl in it.”
Hilda blushes deeply. “Sir... your wife-”
“Forget my wife!” You slide your hands from her hips up to her huge breasts. Hilda's blonde pigtails slip over your hands as your squeeze Hilda's incredible chest through her dress. They're still super sensitive from your earlier wish, so Hilda's mouth drops open with a gasp as you caress them.
“I don't care about my wife right now. As soon as you came in I knew I had to have you.”
Hilda watches you fondle her large breasts in the mirror, incredibly turned on by the experience. “But sir, how can you say that? You wife is so beautiful! I can't imagine betraying such a gorgeous... unhhh!” Hilda's head lolls to the side as you kiss her neck. She places her hands on yours and presses them tight against her bosom. “Also... also... this is against the hotel's rules! I could lose my job!”
“Don't worry about your job,” you say. Your cock is so hard it is almost poking a hole through your tuxedo pants. The tall girl moans as you push it into her ass. “Hilda, my wife and I are rich as hell. You can come back to America with us and be our personal maid. The pay is much better than the chicken-shit you make here. Plus, you'll love the benefits!”
Hilda undoes the buttons down the front of her dress. “What kind of benefits, sir?”
“Medical, dental...” You lower a hand to her pussy, which has soaked through her panties and her dress. “Plus, a personal fucking from me whenever my wife isn't around.”
Hilda pulls the top of her dress open. She stares into the mirror at her plain white bra holding back her huge breasts as you grope her. “Yes! Do whatever you want with me, sir!”
What do you do to her first?
