An invite

The thought of naked bodies did not leave Kyle's mind. The next few days were a blur of jerk-off sessions, his hand a blur on his cock as he thought of her tight pussy. He had to get her back. He had to. And so, he waited. And waited. And jerked off some more. Until finally, she texted him. "Hey, I need something to warm me up. Can you come over?"

He practically sprinted to her house, his cock straining against his pants. He knocked on the door, his heart racing like a teenager on prom night. She answered, dressed in a blue robe that barely covered her. "Hi," she purred, her eyes dark with lust.

He stepped in, his eyes devouring her body, and before he could even say hello, she was on her knees, her mouth wrapping around his cock again. He groaned as she sucked him deep, her teeth grazing his shaft as she bobbed her head. He could feel her tongue swirl around the tip, tasting him, teasing him. "Oh, fuck," he breathed, his hand tangling in her hair.

Emma looked up at him, her eyes smoldering. "You're going to fuck me now," she said, her voice a low growl. "And you're going to make me scream."

He didn't need any more encouragement. He picked her up, her legs wrapping around his waist, and carried her to the living room. He threw her onto the couch, making it bounce under her weight. He ripped off her negligée, his eyes feasting on her naked body. Her tits bounced as she lay there, her nipples hard and begging for his mouth.

Without wasting a moment, he bent down and took one in his mouth, sucking and biting until she moaned. His hand found its way between her legs, and he began to rub her clit with a fervor that surprised even him. She was already wet, already eager for him. "Please," she whimpered. "Fuck me."

He didn't need to be told twice. Kyle fumbled in his pocket for the small foil packet, his hands trembling with excitement. He had never felt more like a man than at this moment—his cock was hard and eager, and Emma was begging for it. He ripped open the condom with his teeth, the sound of the foil tearing echoing in the room.

"Such gentleman, bringing your own," Emma said with a smirk as she watched him roll the condom on. It was almost as if she enjoyed watching the process.

"Ready?" Kyle asked, his voice thick with anticipation as he rolled the condom down his length. He watched Emma's eyes widen as she took in the sight of his cock, sheathed in latex, and gave him a slow nod.

He slammed into her, his cock disappearing into her wet pussy. She was tight, so tight, but she took him all in, her body stretching to accommodate his size. He could feel the walls of her pussy gripping him, begging for more.

He pulled out almost all the way, then slammed back in, making her scream. He did it again and again, his hips moving like a piston, his cock pistoning in and out of her. She bucked her hips, meeting him thrust for thrust, her nails digging into his back.

The couch squeaked in protest, the headboard slammed against the wall. It was raw, it was primal. He could see the sweat glisten on her skin, smell the musk of sex in the air. He bit down on her neck, his teeth leaving little marks. She liked it rough, and he was more than happy to oblige.

Her moans grew louder, her pussy clenching around him. He could feel her getting closer, and he sped up, his cock sliding in and out of her like a hot knife through butter. "I'm going to cum," she screamed, her body tensing. "Oh, God, Kyle, I'm going to cum!"

With one final, **** thrust, Emma's body went rigid. She fell backward, her legs giving out from under her. Kyle followed, his cock still buried deep inside her as they both tumbled to the floor. She writhed beneath him, her body shaking with the **** of her orgasm. Her nails raked down his back, leaving a trail of red lines that made him wince—but the pain was so fucking good.

Panting, Emma looked up at him, her eyes glazed over with pleasure. "Oh, Kyle," she gasped. "Thank you so much for... helping me out."

Kyle's mind was racing, trying to piece together what she had just said. "What do you mean?"

Her smile was a bit too wide, her eyes a bit too bright. "You know," she said, her voice a little too casual, "with Tom being a bit... under the weather, I needed a little extra."

Kyle's heart sank. "Tom knows?"

Emma blinked up at him, a hint of confusion crossing her face. "Well, no," she said, "but he doesn't have to. I mean, this isn't cheating."

Kyle's mind went blank for a moment. "What?"

"It's just sex," she said, her voice a little more urgent. "You're not my boyfriend. You're just... satisfying a need."

Suddenly, Kyle heard a noise upstairs—a cough, maybe a footstep. Panic shot through him like a bullet. "Is Tom home?"

Emma looked at him, as if Kyle said something stupid, "Of course he is. I told you, he is a bit... under the weather today. I just needed some... relief, you know?"

Kyle's eyes grew wide as saucers, and he grabbed his pants off the floor. "Shit, is he coming down?"

"Oh, yes," she assured him, waving her hand dismissively. "He's just tired from work. Needs his rest and some tea, that is all." Her smile was wicked, and Kyle couldn't help but feel aroused again. Of course you have a relief, you horny slut of a-

His though were interrupted by the noise of a person going down the stairs made his stomach drop. He had just fucked his neighbor's wife, and she is laying on the floor naked with his cum covering her pussy. Man's feet appeared on the staircase, "Honey, can you bring me some tea?" The voice was deep and familiar—it was Tom.

Fucking Lock, Stock and Two fucking Barrels! "Emma, you have to hide from your hubby now! It's very important he doesn't see you!" Kyle's fast whisper somehow made his mind burst with flames, but he finished the sentence.

"Why is -," Her response was cut of by Kyle hand slapped over her mouth, but instead of anger her expression cleared. He could feel the blood draining from his face. "Please, this is very important." After waiting for her nod, Kyle hastily buttoned his shirt a bit and stood up. "Good day, sir."

Tom stopped and turned around, his gaze sweeping over the living room before landing on Kyle, who was frantically trying to look nonchalant. "Oh, hey, Kyle," he said, his tone slightly confused. "What are you doing here?"

"Emma just asked me to come over," Kyle said, his voice a little too high. He **** a smile, his heart racing. "She had to run to the store, and she wanted me to keep you company."

Tom looked him over, his eyes narrowing slightly. "Is that so?" He took a step closer, and Kyle could almost feel his skepticism. "What were you doing on my couch then?"

Kyle's mind raced. "Oh, uh, just... just she said you are sleeping." he stammered, trying to keep his cool. "Your wife didn't leave much instructions, to be honest."

Suddenly Kyle felt the wife hand moving up his leg, caressing him. What the fuck is she doing? He thought, panic rising in his throat as he tried to gently push her hand away without Tom noticing. "That's why I am here." He said trying not to break.

Tom's eyes searched the room, and Kyle's heart stopped when they lingered on the couch. He saw the robe, Emma's robe, lying in a heap on the floor. But Tom just yawned and nodded, turning back around. "Alright, then. Thanks, Kyle. I'll just go grab some tea and head back to bed."

As soon as Tom disappeared into the kitchen, Emma's hand shot back to Kyle's crotch, her mouth watering at the thought of his cock. She pulled him down to the couch, whispering, "Let's not waste this opportunity," and took him in her mouth.

Kyle moaned, his eyes darting toward the kitchen. "Emma, what if he—" But she silenced him with a firm hand. She knew exactly what she was doing. Her mouth slid up and down his shaft, her tongue swirling around the head. It was like nothing he had ever felt before—hot, wet, and hungry for more.

The kitchen was just a few steps away, and Kyle could hear Tom rummaging through the cabinets. The thought of getting caught was almost too much to handle, but it was also a massive turn-on. He tried to keep his voice down, his breathing shallow, as he whispered, "You're going to make me cum again."

Emma just hummed around his cock, her eyes sparkling with mischief. Her hand found its way between her own legs, her fingers slipping inside her pussy. The sound of water boiling was the only thing keeping the rhythmic squeaking of the couch springs from echoing through the house. Kyle's hand found her head, guiding her, pushing her deeper. He could feel his orgasm building, his balls tightening.

Tom called out, "Kyle, you need anything?" and Emma just giggled around Kyle's cock. "No, I'm good!" he called back, his voice high-pitched with false cheerfulness.

Kyle's eyes rolled back in his head as he came, his hips bucking as he shot his load into her mouth. She swallowed eagerly, licking him clean as if savoring every drop.

They sat there for a moment, both of them breathing hard, until finally, Emma pulled away, wiping her mouth. "Well, that was fun," she said, a naughty grin on her face.

Kyle couldn't believe what had just happened. He looked down at his pants, his cock still hard and wet from her mouth. "What the fuck?" he whispered.

Kyle's mind was racing. He looked back at the kitchen, checking on Tom, who was still blissfully unaware of the recent events. He had to act fast. "Emma, put your robe on," he hissed. "You're going to pretend you just got back from the store."

Emma just chuckled, standing up and walking over to her robe. She slipped it on with an ease that spoke of long practice, tying the sash around her waist with a flourish. "I'll do it, but you own me an explanation!" Her face was still flushed from their encounter, and she wiped the last traces of Kyle's cum from her mouth with the back of her hand.

What de hell she means by that. Explanation to how I don't want your husband to catch us doing the dirty deed right here, right now, on our living room floor. Kyle's thoughts were racing as he watched Emma saunter to the front door, and making a show out of opening it and loudly announcing her "entrance" from the store. "I'm back, sweetie," she called out, her voice a little too sweet.

Tom poked his head out of the kitchen, eyeing her suspiciously. "You went to the store in your bathrobe?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

Emma gave him a coy smile. "Sorry, haven't being to the store really," she said sweetly, sauntering over to Tom and handing him the tea cup from the counter. "But I had a bit of a... workout."

Tom looked at her, his expression confused. "A workout?" he repeated, taking the cup. "What kind of workout? Is that why you look soo... flushed?"

Emma's eyes twinkled as she leaned in to whisper in his ear, her hand caressing his chest. "You know how it is, dear," she purred. "Sometimes a lady needs a bit of heart-pounding cardio to kickstart her day. I like to keep things... steamy." She winked at Kyle, who was trying very hard not to laugh, his face red with the effort of keeping a straight face.

"But you're in your bathrobe," Tom said, his eyes narrowing. "And why does it smell like-"

Emma cut him off with a kiss, her tongue darting into his mouth. Kyle watched, his cock twitching as Tom's hand tightened around the teacup, the porcelain clinking against the saucer. He realized with horror that Tom could taste his own cum on Emma's lips, but the oblivious man just moaned into the kiss, his suspicion forgotten.

"Oh, dear. Why you kissed me? Now we both gonna be sick," Tom joked, his hand moving to stroke her hair.

Emma giggled, her eyes flicking to Kyle, who was trying to melt into the wall. "It's alright, Tom," she murmured. "You married a girl who loves to takes risk!"