Evening at Emma's place

Kyle stumbled out of the mall, his mind still reeling from the mind-blowing blowjob Sandra had just given him. The bag with the lingerie he had bought for Emma swung from his hand, forgotten in the wake of his carnally-induced euphoria. He made his way back to his house, his thoughts racing. Would Emma like the lingerie? Would she wear it for him? The mere thought of her in his gift made his cock twitch in his pants.

Once near his house, he saw Emma's car in the driveway. "I wonder if I can make her wear it right now," he thought to himself, a smirk playing on his lips. He walked over to the Taylor's house, feeling a bit like a kid on Christmas Eve. His heart racing, he rang the doorbell. The door swung open, and there was Tom, looking surprised to see him. "Hey, Kyle, what's up?"

"Emm," Kyle was a bit caught off guard, but things like, "I am here to fuck your wife, sir," didn't usually fly with the neighbors. "I was just passing by and I had something for Emma," he said, trying to sound as casual as possible. He hoped Tom wouldn't notice the bulge in his pants.

"Okay, she is in the shower so you can leave it with me," Tom said with a smile. Right, cause passing a bag with sexy lingerie to the husband is totally normal. "No, I think it's better if I give it to her personally," he said, his voice firm, "You know, it is okay if I just go give it to her right now." Now, that was a risky strategy, yet Kyle was ready to see if it pays off. In case of total burst-put he could always claim innocent through ignorance.

"Alright, she's in the bathroom, it is second door to the right on the second floor, pass through the bedroom," Tom nodded, a hint of confusion in his eyes, that soon disappeared. Kyle decided to not mention that he knows where the bathroom is and how to get there, instead. "Thanks, and you also want to go to the golf club." Now, the last one was a total try-out of his mind-control abilities. But by the look of confusion on Tom's face, it seemed to have some effect.

"Now, why was I?" Tom asked himself, scratching his head as he tried to recall his plans. Kyle took this moment to push his advantage, "You were saying you wanted to go to the golf club tonight, right?" Suddenly, the spark of pain shot through his skull as if a firing rod had been hammered into his brain. What the? Kyle thought, the migraines were definitely new.

"Oh yeah, totally," Tom said, his eyes glazing over slightly as he nodded. "I'll grab my clubs and be right back." He turned and disappeared down the hallway. Kyle took a deep breath and stepped into the house, his heart thundering in his chest. Tom walked by him, now with a more relaxed expression on his face, "Have a good game, sir," Kyle called out, hoping his voice didn't betray his excitement. He definitely planed to play some.

"Emma? It's me, Kyle," Kyle called out as he ascended the stairs, trying to keep his voice steady despite the pounding in his chest. He reached the second floor and made his way to the bathroom door, the sound of water running faintly through the walls. He paused outside the door, listening to ensure she was still inside. He could hear the sound of the shower being turned off and the patter of bare feet on the tiles. He took a deep breath, trying to control his excitement, and then pushed the door open.

The sight of her naked body was like a sucker punch to his libido. The steam from the shower had coated her skin in a fine mist, making her appear like a goddess freshly risen from the depths of a lusty sea. Water droplets clung to her curves, tracing the lines of her voluptuous figure as they trickled down her body. Her dark hair was plastered to her shoulders and back, her grey eyes gleaming with surprise and a hint of excitement. She had a towel wrapped around her, but it did a poor job of covering her hips or shoulders.

"Hi Kyle, what are you doing here?" she asked, a playful smile playing on her lips as she raised an eyebrow. She reached for the hair-dryer on the counter, and accidentally untied the towel, letting it fall to the floor. She gasped and chuckled, "Oh, Kyle, be a dear and help me with this," she said, turning to reveal her round, wet ass, "Can you dry my back?"

Kyle stepped into the bathroom, his eyes feasting on her naked body. He went on his knees to get the towel and the full view on her legs and ass. He took a deep breath, trying to compose himself, and began to gently pat her legs with the towel. Starting with her feet and going all the way up to her knees, he took his time, enjoying the feel of her soft skin under his touch. He could feel his cock growing harder with each motion. He though Emma said something as he saw her lips move in the mirror, but it was hard to hear through the sound of the hair dryer. He moved up to her thighs, taking his time to rub the towel over her sensitive skin, getting closer and closer to the warm, wet folds between her legs.

Emma shivered as the towel reached up between her legs. She knew what he was doing, and she couldn't help but let out a little moan. She turned off the hair dryer and turned to face him. "Kyle," she whispered, her voice husky with desire, "What are you doing?"

"What do you mean?" he replied innocently, his eyes locked on hers in the mirror, his hands still moving over her thighs, "You asked me to help you dry off."

"I mean here? What if Tom walks in? We planned to spend the evening together." She said, her voice trailing off as she leaned slightly closer to him. Kyle knew she was playing hard to get but her body was betraying her, her nipples had hardened into little pebbles, begging to be touched. He leaned in closer, his face hovering just above her crotch. "Your husband decided to go to the golf club tonight. I convinced him it was a good idea," Kyle murmured, his voice thick with lust.

Emma's face was a bit angry and sad, but only before Kyle's tongue snaked out and licked her clit. "Oh!" she exclaimed, her hand flying to her mouth to muffle her moan. She looked down at him, his chubby face buried between her thighs, his eyes closed in pure ecstasy as he savored her sweetness. She felt his hands spread her legs wider, giving him better access to her pussy. She couldn't believe Tom had left them alone again, but she wasn't about to argue with fate.

"Mmm, Kyle," she whispered, her legs quivering. She leaned back against the vanity, her eyes closing as she felt his tongue probe her folds. He licked her slowly at first, tasting her, learning her. He had done this before, but it had never felt so intense. It was as if he could feel her soul through her pussy. She felt his hands grip her hips, holding her in place as he began to explore her with more urgency. His tongue was everywhere, flicking and teasing, pushing into her wetness and retreating just as she was about to cum.

"Please, just do it," she begged, her voice shaking. Her hands grabbed his hair and pushed his face deeper into her crotch. Kyle didn't need any more encouragement. With a couple of deep and fast strokes of his tongue, he found her clit and began to suck on it. The sound of his wet slurps filled the bathroom as he feasted on her. His hands found her breasts and squeezed them gently, his thumbs playing with her small pink nipples.

Emma threw her head back, her eyes squeezed shut. She was so close, so very close. "Yes, Kyle, yes," she moaned, her voice echoing off the tiles. She felt the tension building in her core, a pressure that was both terrifying and exhilarating. Then, it hit her like a wave. Her pussy clenched around his tongue as she came, her body spasming with the **** of her orgasm. She screamed his name, the sound piercing the quiet of the house. Her knees gave out, but Kyle was there, holding her up, his tongue still lapping at her juices.

With an upward push Kyle placed Emma on the edge of the vanity, her legs spread wide open for him. He stood up, his eyes never leaving hers as he took off his shirt, and unbuttoned his jeans, letting them drop to the floor. His boxers followed, and out sprang his thick, hard cock. "You're so much better than Tom," Emma was still panting, "He's never made me feel like this." She waited for him to get one of her legs on his shoulder, "Are you going to fuck me now? Show this housewife what a real man feels like?" she goaded him, her voice thick with lust.

Kyle smirked, "Patience, Mrs. Taylor," and leaned in to kiss her deeply. His tongue danced with hers, tasting a hint of her sweetness on her lips. He felt her hands go around his back and pull him closer, her nails digging into his skin as she moaned into his mouth. He kissed down her neck, his teeth grazing her skin gently before making his way back down to her chest. He took one of her small, dark nipples into his mouth and sucked, feeling it harden even more as he did so. His other hand found its way down to her pussy, his fingers sliding easily through her wetness.

She squirmed and gasped, her hips moving to meet his hand. "Oh, fuck," she whispered, "You're driving me crazy." But instead of shoving his cock into her, he decided to play it slow. Kyle teased her clit with the head of his cock, rubbing it gently back and forth, making her whimper. "You want it? I want you to beg me," he demanded, his voice low and gruff.

"Please, Kyle, I need it," she begged, her eyes wide with desire. She reached down and grabbed his shaft, guiding it to her opening. "I want to feel you inside me. Please fuck this cock-hungry cheating wife," she whispered, her voice filled with need. He knew she was playing the part, but the words still sent a thrill through his body. He positioned himself, the tip of his cock at her entrance, and kissed her deeply.

As their tongues danced together, he pushed into her, inch by inch, feeling her tight pussy stretch around him. She gripped the edge of the vanity, her knuckles turning white, as she took all of him. He felt her wetness envelop him, her heat surrounding his length. "Oh, Kyle," she moaned into his mouth as he filled her completely. He pulled out almost all the way before slamming back in, making her gasp.

He began to fuck her in earnest, his hips moving in a rhythm that matched the beating of their hearts. Her legs were wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer, her heels digging into his back as he drove into her. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed through the bathroom, mixing with their moans and gasps. "Oh, yes, just like that," she whispered, her breath hot against his ear.

Kyle pulled back to look at her, his grey eyes dark with lust. "You're so beautiful, Mrs. Taylor," he groaned, "Your pussy is so tight, so wet." He leaned in to kiss her neck, his teeth scraping her skin as he began to pick up the pace. She threw her head back, arching her back as he pounded into her. Her breasts bounced with every thrust, and Kyle couldn't resist. He leaned down, taking one into his mouth, suckling her nipple as he continued to fuck her.

Emma's eyes rolled back in her head, her body on fire with pleasure. "Oh, god," she moaned, "It's so much better than with Tom." She could feel another orgasm building, her walls tightening around his cock. "You're going to make me cum again," she whimpered.

"Oh yea? You gonna cum like a good cheating slut?" Kyle saw her biting her lower lip and get her eyes a bit unfocused as he pumped into her faster, his hand still teasing her clit. "I think I know how to get you there," He reached up and grabbed her nipples, "You ready?"

Emma could only nod frantically, her breath coming in short gasps. "Yeah, yes, yes," she murmured, her eyes locked on his as he began to flick her nipples with his fingers, "Please, let me cum." Her expression got almost twisted as she panted heavy while looking straight into his eyes.

Kyle smiled, "Sure, Mrs. Taylor," and he twisted her nipples. Her face got mixed with pain and pleasure as she opened her mouth to scream only to get gagged by his tongue, kissing her deep, muffling her cries of passion. Her pussy was pulsing around his cock, orgasm spasms starting to take over. She hugged him tightly with both her hands and legs, not letting him to pull out while she was riding the wave of pleasure.

"Emmm..." Her long moan filled his mouth as he felt her pussy contract around his cock, her juices coating him. She opened her eyes and gently licked his lips, tasting herself on him. "Mmm, I taste so good," she whispered, a mischievous smile playing on her lips. Her legs now slowly moved his frame, making his cock go in and out of her. "And you made me cum again," she paused to kiss his neck, "But I want you to cum inside me. I want to feel you fill me up, baby," she whispered sweetly in his ear, her voice a siren's song of lust.

Kyle could feel his orgasm approaching, his balls tightening. Her words combined with kisses and a gentle hug her pussy gave his cock was pushing him over the edge. "Emma," he moaned, his hips moving faster, "I think I am about to cum." He was so close, so close to filling her with his hot seed.

"Don't hold it, just fill my slutty pussy," Emma whispered, her eyes half-closed with pleasure. She felt his cock swell even more inside her, and she knew he was about to explode. She squeezed her muscles around him, her nails digging into his back. "Cum for me, baby," she urged, "Knock me up, make my belly swell with your baby." The last comment was too much for Kyle, pushing him over the edge.

With a guttural groan, he released his hot load deep inside her, his cock pulsating with each spurt of cum. He could feel her pussy milking him, eagerly taking every drop he had to give. His eyes rolled back in his head as the most intense orgasm of his life washed over him. "Oh, fuck," he gasped, his hips jerking as he emptied himself into her.

Emma's eyes widened with pleasure, feeling his warmth fill her up. "Oh, Kyle," she breathed, her voice a mix of amazement and satisfaction. She felt his cum coat her insides, and a thrill shot through her. Her own orgasm was still echoing through her body, making her tremble. She kissed him deeply, sharing her own flavor with him.

"If you keep pumping your baby batter into me like that," Emma whispered into his ear, her breath hot and moist, "You just might get me pregnant." Kyle's cock twitched inside her at the thought, and she giggled, feeling it. "It's not like I wouldn't love to have a baby," she added, her voice taking on a more serious tone. "I and Tom talked about it already, and I think we are ready to try."

"But you don't care if it is not Tom's baby?" Kyle murmured, his eyes searching hers for any hint of regret or doubt. He pulled out of her slowly, his cum dripping out of her pussy and onto the floor. He took a step back, taking a moment to appreciate her pussy glistening with his semen, slowly slipping from it on the vanity.

Emma closed her legs, and reached with her hand to close her vagina, almost as if to keep the cum in, "Well, Tom hasn't been too appreciative of me lately," she said with a shrug, "Maybe it's fair he doesn't be the one to knock me up." She took the towel and started to clean up sweat, "And we keep it a secret," she winked at him, "He won't get suspicious, you look kinda like him anyway."

Kyle chuckled as he heard her, "Wow, wow. Are you sure you want me to be your baby's father?" Now the idea of cucking Tom was definitely arousing, but he wasn't sure if this was a good idea. Like, being a dad, in general. "Why don't we hop in the shower and talk about it alter," he suggested, trying to get his thoughts in order. "You know, before Tom gets back, and I go home," he winked back.

Emma's smile grew wider, and she reached out to grab Kyle's hand, "Oh, I think I'll find some arguments to convince you," she said playfully as she pulled him into the shower. The warm water cascaded over their bodies, washing away the sweat and cum, mixing with their laughter. She stepped under the water, her hand still in his, and began to soap herself up. "You know, it's not like you would have to be responsible," she said casually, "Once your swimmer do the job, I just let Tom cum in me, and tell him it's his," she giggled, her hands reaching down to find Kyle's cock quite excited.

"And to make it easier for you," she whispered, getting down on her knees, "I'll make sure you have a good time every time you cum in me." With that, she took his cock into her mouth, her eyes looking up at him as she began to blow him. Her tongue swirled around the head, teasing the slit before taking him deeper. She bobbed her head, her cheeks hollowing out as she sucked him, her hand pumping his shaft in rhythm with her mouth.

Kyle's eyes rolled back in his head as Emma's mouth worked him over. Her tongue was a masterful instrument, bringing him closer to the edge once more. He could feel his cock swelling in her mouth, his balls tightening. He reached down to play with her hair, gently guiding her movements, as the warm water cascaded down their bodies. "Oh, fuck," he groaned, his hips jerking as she deep-throated him.

Emma pulled back with a pop, to look up at him with a naughty glint in her eye. "You taste so good, Kyle," she murmured, before leaning back in to suck him again. Her hands found his ass, pulling him closer, her nails digging into his flesh. Soon enough, she felt his hands grip her hair and she knew he was close. His grip got even tighter and he began to jerk as he came, filling her mouth. She pulled back, showing him her mouth full of his seed before swallowing it with a dramatic gulp. She looked up at him with a smug smile, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

"So, have I made you feel good ?" she teased, standing up and rinsing her mouth with the shower water. "You like watching me swallow your cum?" Her hands ran over her whole body, making sure to raise her boobs right up to his face to show how much she enjoyed his taste. "Do you think you have enough motivation to come again?" Her expression clearly said that she would really like him to cum again.

"Sure, Mrs. Taylor. I'll get here first thing after your hubby leaves tomorrow," Kyle said, reaching out to cup her breasts before leaning for a quick suck on her nipple, "But let's get clean now." He grabbed the soap and began to lather her body, enjoying the slick feeling of her skin under his hands. He took his time, making sure not to miss an inch of her body, and soon enough they were out of the shower, drying each other off with fluffy towels.

Kyle soon noticed the hand bag he brought from the mall, and remembered the excuse of why he came here. "Oh, shit," he said, "I almost forgot, I brought you something." He handed her the bag with the lingerie.

"Oh," she looked amused and surprised, "That is unexpected." She reached in the bag, her hand grabbing the first piece of lingerie, a lacy red thong, "Oh baby, that is so sweet!" She pulled him for a quick kiss. "And you guessed my sizes too!" There was another kiss, "Do you want me to put it on? So that you can fuck me again?"