Laundry room door creaks open. Midnight. House dead quiet. Wife sleeps upstairs. Kids too. Neighborhood slumbers. Moonlight filters through blinds. New outlets gleam. Smooth plastic. His work. Doubt gnaws. That bar story. Brunette slut. Insatiable. Can’t be Sonia. But…
Tuesday. I fake work. Slip back. Hide in hallway closet. Dark. Dusty. Heart thuds. Doorbell buzzes soft. Footsteps. Parquet groans under heels. Her laugh. Low. Excited. Door opens. His voice. Deep. ‘Missed you, little slut.’ Slap. Flesh smacks. She giggles. They shuffle past. To salon. Door ajar. Light spills. Crack wide enough. I peek. Breath held.
The Contact
Her black dress hugs curves. Tiny tits perk. He towers. Muscled chest strains shirt. Hands grab ass. Knead hard. Dress hikes. Lace stockings. String thong. ‘Wet already?’ Finger dives between thighs. She moans muffled. ‘Dripping, whore.’ She nods. Hungry eyes. He shoves her. Knees on sofa. Chest down. Ass up. High heels dig carpet. Face to camera… no, to me. Through crack.
Fingers plunge pussy. Sloppy wet sounds. She bucks. ‘Humph.’ He licks. Tongue laps. Two fingers now. Scissoring. She writhes. Ten minutes. Teasing. ‘Want cock?’ ‘Yes!’ She spins. Jeans drop. Thick cock springs. Veiny. She gulps. Sucks greedy. Gags. Balls cupped. Slobber drips. ‘Filthy cocksucker.’ She hums approval. He yanks hair.
The Indiscretion
‘Back on all fours.’ Ass high. He spits. Finger rims anus. Pushes in. She gasps. ‘Like ass play, bitch?’ ‘Mmm.’ Two fingers. Alternates holes. Licks rim. She quakes. Trembles. Pussy gushes. Floor creaks under shifts. Neighbors might hear. Thin walls. My cock throbs. Hand strokes slow. Silent.
He mounts. Cock spears pussy slow. She freezes. Then sighs long. Hips roll. He pumps. Faster. Sofa squeaks. She screams stifled. Bites lip. Cums hard. Collapses. ‘Not done. Anal now.’ ‘Bastard…’ ‘Doggy, whore!’ She obeys. Spit lubes. Cock nudges pucker. Inches in. She tenses. Ondulates. ‘Love getting ass-fucked?’ ‘Yes…’ ‘Louder!’ ‘I love getting ass-fucked! Fuck my ass!’ He rams. Brutal. She howls low. Orgasms chain. He grunts. Fills her guts. Collapse. Sticky.
He wipes. Dresses. ‘Next Tuesday. Surprise coming.’ She nods. Shamefaced. Door shuts. Footsteps fade. I creep out. Hallway shadows. Stairs creak soft. No one stirs. Bed. Wife snores. Secret burns. Cock hard again. Stroke to memory. Rage. Lust. Wife’s a slut. Neighborhood sleeps. Blissful ignorance. To be continued…