Lilly and her husband Mark - Cautionary Tale of Watching Porn

"How much for the room?" Kyle asked, his voice a bit muffled by the greasy burger in his hand.

Lilly looked up from her book, sizing him up. "Three fifty a week, utilities included. It's the second floor, private bathroom."

Mark leaned against the doorway, arms folded. "You sure this is a good idea, Lilly?"

Kyle swallowed his mouthful. "I'm good for the money," he said, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "Just got my scholarship. Need a place close to the college."

Lilly's eyes narrowed slightly. "You're going to college?"

He nodded, a smug smile playing on his lips. "Yeah, full ride. Got brains to go with the brawn, you know?"

Mark stepped into the room, eyeing Kyle's bulging belly with suspicion. "What's your name, son?"

"Kyle," he said, extending a hand. "Kyle McDowell."

Mark took his hand in a firm grip. "I'm Mark, Lilly's husband. We need someone reliable."

"I'm as reliable as they come," Kyle assured them, his eyes roving over Lilly's figure.

"I don't know, Mark," Lilly said, her voice trailing off as she considered the situation. "We've never had a boarder before."

"Look, I'm clean, I'm quiet, and I keep to myself," Kyle promised. "You won't even know I'm here."

"We're not just talking about renting out a room, Lilly," Mark said, his voice low. "We're talking about our home."

Lilly sighed, closing her book. "I know, Mark. But we could use the extra income."

"If you guys are okay with it," Kyle interjected, "I'd be happy to pay a month upfront."

Mark studied him for a long moment before finally nodding. "Alright, Kyle. You can move in next week."

Lilly's smile was tight as she agreed. "Welcome to our home."

Kyle's grin widened. This was going to be better than he'd ever dreamed. The only way to make the arrangement better is if the hot milf were to serve him as his personal maid. "Hey, Lilly," he began casually, "since I'm paying rent and all, I was thinking maybe you could help me out with something else. You know, for some extra cash?"

Lilly's eyebrows shot up, but she was intrigued. "What did you have in mind?"

"Well," he leaned in, his eyes glinting with mischief, "I noticed you don't work. How about you be my maid? Keep my room spick and span, do my laundry, maybe even cook me a meal or two?"

Mark's jaw clenched, and he stepped forward, his suspicion now full-blown anger. "What the hell, Kyle? That's not part of the deal."

But Lilly held up a hand, silencing her husband. "Mark, let's not jump to conclusions," she said, her voice calm yet firm. "I have plenty of time on my hands. And if it means helping Kyle out and earning a little extra, I'm okay with it."

"Lilly, you don't have to," Mark protested, his eyes flickering between his wife and their new boarder.

"I know I don't have to," she replied, her eyes meeting Mark's. "But I want to. Besides, we need extra cash. You know, for out future baby?"

Mark's expression softened, his hand dropping from his hip. "Alright, if you're sure."

"I am," Lilly said, turning back to Kyle with a smile. "I am glad to help, Kyle. Just let me know your schedule so I can make sure I'm available when you need me."

Kyle's eyes lit up like Christmas lights at the thought of Lilly, dressed in something skimpy, attending to his every need. "That's great," he said, trying to keep his excitement in check. "I'll be in and out a lot with classes and all, but I'm sure we can work something out."

The coming Monday was the first time for Lilly's new duties as Kyle's personal maid. She walked into his room with a sense of trepidation, the faint smell of something musky and unwelcoming assaulting her nose. She found the pile of dirty laundry in the corner, and her stomach churned as she noticed a few crumpled napkins and a pair of socks with an unmistakable stain on the floor. Kyle was already out, probably at college, leaving his mess behind like a slug's trail of slime.

"Young people," she murmured to herself, bending down to pick up the offending articles with a pair of tongs. She tried not to let her revulsion show as she dropped them into the washing basket. Mark had made it clear that he didn't want her doing this, but she'd insisted, knowing how important it was to keep their home running smoothly and to help Kyle feel welcome. Plus, the extra cash was a nice bonus.

As she picked up the last napkin, she couldn't help but wonder about the kind of things Kyle got up to in his free time. She'd heard rumors about his habits from the neighborhood kids, but she'd never paid them much mind. Now, however, she couldn't ignore the glaring evidence of his teenage lust. She felt a strange mix of pity and disgust for the overweight boy who clearly was in dire need of opposite sex companionship.

"I wonder, what does he get off to," Lilly mused to herself, her curiosity piqued as she noticed that the PC was in sleep mode, she lightly touched the mouse pad bringing it to life. The screen revealed a webpage with a title that made her blush. "Cheating Housewives," it read. She couldn't believe her eyes. The thumbnails of videos were all of women, some her age, some younger, in various states of undress and compromising positions.

Her heart racing, she hovered her mouse over one titled "The Milf Next Door." She felt a sudden warmth spread through her body, and her hand, almost of its own accord, reached down to her thigh. Without realizing it, she began to massage the fabric covering her sex, the dampness already seeping through her panties.

The video began to play, and she watched in horror and fascination as a young man, not unlike Kyle, ravished a woman who bore a striking resemblance to herself. The scene unfolded with a raw intensity that made Lilly's breath hitch in her throat. She couldn't help but feel a thrill at the depravity of it all.

Her hand had moved under her dress, and she was now rubbing her clit in slow, lazy circles. She was so lost in the scene that she didn't even realize it until she heard the door open. Her hand froze mid-stroke, and she yanked it away from her wetness as Kyle stumbled into the room, a bag of fast food in one hand and his phone in the other, scrolling through his social media with the other.

He looked up, his eyes locking onto hers. For a moment, she felt like he could see right through her, know what she'd been doing. But he just gave a lazy smile and dropped his bag on the floor. "Hey, Mrs. Higins," he said, his voice dripping with a tone that made her skin crawl.

"I was just, uh, cleaning," she stuttered, trying to compose herself. She quickly closed the laptop and stood, smoothing her dress.

"Yeah, I can see that," Kyle said, his eyes lingering on her flushed cheeks and the way she held herself. "You're a real life-saver."

"It's no trouble," she said, her voice a little too high. "I'm just going to take your laundry downstairs now."

"Cool," he said, flopping onto the bed. "Make sure you don't miss any of my goodies."

Lilly felt a shiver run down her spine as she left the room, the image of the video playing in her mind. She didn't know why she felt this way, but she locked herself in the first floor bathroom, her hand between her legs, trying to finish what she'd started. But it was no use. She hadn't cum, and she was left feeling frustrated and confused.

That night, she approached Mark, wearing the lingerie she'd bought for their anniversary but never had the nerve to wear. She'd hoped it would spice things up, but lately, their sex life had been as bland as the tasteless chicken breasts she'd been feeding Kyle for dinner.

"Mark, honey," she began, her voice low and sultry. "I've been thinking... maybe we should do it tonight."

Mark looked up from the TV, surprise flickering across his face. "What brought this on?" he asked, setting down the remote.

"I just... I want to feel close to you," she said, moving closer to him on the couch. "You know, with everything going on with Kyle, I just need to feel desired."

Mark sighed, pushing himself to his feet. He knew he couldn't say no to her, not when she looked at him like that. "Alright, let's go to bed," he said, taking her hand and leading her upstairs.

Once in their bedroom, Lilly began to strip off her clothes, letting them fall to the floor in a pile. Mark followed suit, his eyes tracing the curves of her body that had filled out over the years. Despite her age, she was still a beautiful woman, and he felt a flicker of arousal.

They climbed into bed, Lilly straddling Mark's hips. She leaned down to kiss him, her large breasts pressing into his chest. He could feel her heat, and he knew she was already wet for him. He slid into her with ease, their bodies moving together in a rhythm that was as familiar as breathing.

But as they made love, Lilly couldn't shake the image of Kyle's crude porn from her mind. The way the young man in the video had taken the woman, with such hunger and passion, was nothing like the gentle, almost perfunctory way Mark was moving inside her. She tried to focus on the sensations, but she couldn't. Constant flashes of the video played in her mind's eye, only distracting her from the task at hand.

"Harder," she whispered to Mark, her nails digging into his shoulders. "I want you to fuck me like you mean it."

Mark, surprised by her sudden aggression, complied, his strokes becoming more urgent. Soon enough he grunted and came, but Lilly's own orgasm remained elusive. She rolled off of him, feeling both relieved and frustrated.

"Is everything okay?" Mark panted, wiping the sweat from his brow.

"It's fine," she said, plastering a smile on her face. "Just tired, I guess."

Mark frowned, not convinced. "Lilly, we can talk about it if there's something bothering you."

"No, really," she assured him, her voice strained. "It's nothing."

The next week, Lilly found herself back to Kyle's room. She picked up the dirty laundry basket, her nose wrinkling at the scent of sweat and stale cum. The pile of underwear at the bottom looked particularly nasty, stains spreading like a Jackson Pollock painting of lust. Despite her revulsion, she couldn't help but feel a strange fascination. As she sorted through his clothes, her eyes strayed to the computer screen. It was open to the same website she'd found last week.

Her heart pounding, she clicked on one of the videos. It was a scene of a young wife being taken by a college-aged boy, his cock plunging in and out of her with reckless abandon. The woman's cries of pleasure filled the room, and Lilly felt a shiver of something akin to excitement run through her. She told herself it was just curiosity, but as she watched, her hand slipped into her own panties, her fingers finding her clit slick with arousal. She stroked herself in time with the video, her mind racing with thoughts of what it would be like to be used so roughly.

The sounds grew louder, and she found herself panting, her breasts heaving with every touch. Her eyes flicked to the door, making sure it was still firmly closed. Her other hand reached into the basket, her thumb brushing against the fabric of one of Kyle's stained pairs of briefs. She brought it to her face, the scent of his stale cum making her nose wrinkle, but she didn't stop. Instead, she inhaled deeply, the smell only serving to fuel the fire burning within her.

The mix of visual and olfactory stimulation was unexpectedly effective to say the least. Lilly's eyes remained glued to the screen, her hand moving more vigorously in her underwear, as her other hand pressed the stained underwear to her nose, breathing in the musky scent of Kyle's arousal.

"Oh my god, yes, pound me daddy! Yes, like that!" The woman on the screen screamed as she squirted all over the floor of the set, just in time with Lilly's own climax. Her hand was a blur in her panties, her other hand clutching the crusty underwear to her face. She bit back a moan, her eyes squeezed shut tightly as she rode the wave of pleasure that crashed through her.

When she came back to her senses, she realized that the room smelled. Not just the usual smell of a teenager - a mix of sweat and cum. No, now the room smelled like her. The scent of her own arousal mingled with the stench of Kyle's unwashed laundry. She quickly stood up and reached the window, barely managing to cover her tracks and make her clothes back in order just as soon as the door was open.

"Hello Mrs. Higins," Kyle greeted her with a smirk as she entered his room the next week. His eyes wandered over her form, noticing the laundry basket she held. "Thank you for your usual service." His eyes didn't stop of the basket however, and traveled up to the cut in her blouse.

Lilly had to use all her mental power to stop herself from biting her lip watching the horny kid stare at her breast. He would probably cum right in his pants if he knew what she had just done, but she couldn’t let him see how his depravity was affecting her. "You're welcome, Kyle," she replied, trying to keep her voice steady as she took the basket past him. She could still smell the mix of her and his smells on her fingertips. It was a heady scent, and she felt a flush creep up her neck.

"You're looking good today, Mrs. H," Kyle said, his eyes never leaving her chest. "Love the blouse."

The compliment was unexpected, and it hit her like a sledgehammer. Her breath caught in her throat, and she felt a strange thrill at his words. "Thank you, Kyle," she murmured, giving him a light smile and closing the door. She had to get out of there before she gave in to the urges that were building inside her again.

As soon as she was out of his room, Lilly practically ran to the bathroom, her heart racing. She set the laundry basket down by the door and locked herself in. The sight of her flushed face and heaving chest in the mirror was a stark reminder of her recent transgressions, but she couldn't ignore the desire that was coursing through her veins. She reached into the basket, her trembling hand closing around a pair of Kyle's dirty socks.

Her thoughts raced as she brought the socks to her face, breathing in the heady scent of his musk. It was like nothing she'd ever smelled before, and it sent her spiraling into a vortex of lust. She leaned against the sink, her hand slipping into her panties. Her other hand held the socks tightly to her nose, inhaling deeply as she began to rub her clit in tight circles. The fabric was rough and unyielding, but the scent was like a ****, making her head swim with images of Kyle's thick cock stretching her wide, filling her up with his seed.

The video from last week played in her mind on repeat, the sounds of the woman's moans echoing through the bathroom as Lilly's own grew louder. She could feel the orgasm building, her body tensing with each stroke. She was so close, she was almost there, when the front door cracked open and Mark's voice interrupted her.

"Lilly?" He called out, his footsteps heavy on the wooden floor.

Panic shot through her like a bolt of lightning. She hastily pulled her hand from her panties and shoved the socks into her pocket, her heart hammering in her chest. "In here," she called, her voice strained.

Mark poked his head into the bathroom, a look of confusion crossing his features. "What are you doing in here?" He asked, his eyes taking in her flushed face and the way she was clutching at her chest.

"Just... feeling a little faint," she managed to say, her voice shaky. "Must be the cleaning fumes."

Mark stepped into the room, his eyes narrowing as he took in her disheveled appearance. "Are you sure this maid job is what you want to keep doing?" He asked, concern etched on his face. "You seem to be stressed."

Lilly took a deep breath, trying to compose herself. "It's fine, really," she assured him, plucking a strand of hair from her forehead. "It has nothing to do with Kyle's room."

"Okay, but remember, I'm right here if you need anything," Mark said, his hand on her shoulder, squeezing gently.

Lilly **** a smile. "I'll be fine, I promise."

As Mark left, she couldn't stop but feel annoyed. She tried to go back in the mood she was in but it was gone. The smell of Kyle's cum and dirty socks was still good, but the rush was gone. She quickly washed her hands and took a deep breath. She had to keep herself together. She still had to do the laundry.

The rest of the week was a blur of tension and frustration for Lilly. She went through the motions of her daily life, her mind forever drifting back to the scenes she'd watched in Kyle's room. She tried to ignore it, to focus on her marriage and her duties as a wife, but the images and smells stayed with her, haunting her every waking moment.

That night, unable to sleep, she found herself in front of her computer, her fingers trembling as she typed in the URL of the porn website she'd discovered. She told herself it was just research, that she needed to understand what had happened to her in that moment of weakness. The videos played out in front of her, one after the other, but as she watched, she realized that she wasn't looking for a way to recreate her own experience. No, she was searching for something else, something darker.

Her hand strayed between her legs, her mind racing with thoughts of the young, hung men on her screen and the smell of Kyle's cum on her skin. She watched as the women on the screen were taken, used, and discarded, and she felt a strange kinship with them. They were just like her, **** for something they couldn't quite put their finger on, willing to let anyone give it to them, no matter how rough or degrading.

But even as she brought herself to the brink of orgasm, she couldn't find that sweet release. Her body was a taut bowstring, wound up so tight it might snap at any moment. She needed more, something she couldn't quite articulate.

The following day, as Mark and Kyle were out of the house, Lilly found her way into Kyle's room upstairs. The room was in a much better shape than before she cleaned it, but to her delight, she noticed a crumpled sock on the floor. It was stiff with the unmistakable scent of dried cum. Her heart racing, she picked it up, feeling the fabric cling to her fingertips. "Oh fuck yes," she murmured to herself, immediately dropping to her knees, and putting a hand under her dress to tease her already wet pussy.

"This is what you want, isn't it?" she whispered to the empty room, her voice thick with lust. "You want Kyle to fill you up, don't you?" She slipped the sock over her hand, the fabric coarse against her sensitive skin as she began to masturbate furiously. In her mind, she saw herself spread out on the bed, her legs wide open for him as he pounded into her. The image of his thick, veiny cock made her moan. She could almost feel it stretching her, filling her up, making her his.

"Yes Kyle," she whispered into the empty room, her hand working faster now, the sock gliding over her clit, "I want you to fuck me like the whore I am." Lilly's eyes were closed, her body writhing with every stroke. The words were a stark contrast to the prim and proper exterior she usually presented to the world.

"I want you to fill me up," she panted, her voice barely above a whisper. "Make me scream your name while my husband is downstairs." The thought of Mark, oblivious to her betrayal, only made her more aroused. She was so close, so very close to the orgasm she'd been craving all week.

Her hand moved faster, her thoughts racing. "Oh Kyle," she moaned, "You're so much better than Mark." Her eyes snapped open as the words left her mouth, but she didn't stop. She didn't want to stop. The guilt was there, a sour taste in her mouth, but it was drowned out by the sweet scent of the sock.

"You're going to make me cum," she gasped, her voice hoarse. "You're going to make me cheat on him with your big, fat cock." The words were a confession, a declaration of her desires. She was lost in the fantasy, her body responding to the dark thoughts that swirled in her mind.

Her orgasm hit her like a freight train, her body shuddering with the **** of it. She collapsed onto the floor, the cum-stained sock still in her hand, her panties drenched. She tried to catch her breath, her chest heaving as she lay there, feeling both satisfied and disgusted with herself.

As she lay there, the door to Kyle's room creaked open. Panic surged through her as she realized he'd come home early. Her eyes darted to the open door, and she saw his shadow fall over her. "Mrs. Higins?" He called out, his voice filled with surprise.

Lilly's heart stopped as she saw Kyle's face appear in the doorway. He took in the sight of her, sprawled on the floor with his cum-soaked sock in hand, her dress hiked up to her waist. She couldn't speak, couldn't think, couldn't do anything but stare at him with wide, horrified eyes.

Kyle's expression was one of shock, "Emmm," he tried to say something, but his voice cracked, "I didn't know you were into... this kind of stuff."

Lilly's mind raced as she hastily tried to think of an explanation. "It's not what it looks like," she said, her voice trembling as she pushed herself to her feet, tugging her dress down. "I was just... I mean, I found your sock, and it was... dirty, so I was going to throw it in the wash."

Kyle raised an eyebrow, a knowing smirk playing at the corners of his lips. "And you had to smell it first?" He took a step closer to her, and she almost took a step back, but managed to hold her ground.

"It's just... the smell was overwhelming," she said, her voice trailing off. "I'm sorry."

"Don't be sorry," Kyle said, his voice taking on a more serious tone. "I get it. Sometimes, you need something more... intense."

Lilly felt her cheeks burn even brighter. "What are you talking about?" She asked, trying to keep the tremor from her voice.

"Look," Kyle said, holding up his hands in a placating gesture. "I know you're a grown woman with needs. And if that's what gets you off, then who am I to judge?" He stepped aside, giving her room to leave the room. "But maybe next time, you could try some of the better stuff?"

Her heart skipped a beat. "What do you mean?"

"Porn," Kyle said, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. "The stuff on that website is for beginners. I've got some real gems saved on my computer."

"I don't think that's a good idea," Lilly said, her voice shaking.

"Why not?" He countered, leaning against the doorframe. "It could spice things up in your marriage. You guys seem pretty vanilla."

The thought of Mark watching porn with her, especially the kind of porn Kyle watched, was mortifying. But something about the way Kyle spoke made her consider it. "Okay, what do you suggest?" She asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Kyle's smirk grew wider. "I've got just the thing," he said, reaching for his drawer and getting a thumb-drive. "Take this," he handed it to her. "It's got some videos that might help you... and Mark," he added with a wink.

Lilly felt a mix of fear and excitement as she took the thumb-drive. "What's on here?" She asked, her voice trembling.

"Some of my personal collection," Kyle said with a shrug. "Trust me, it's the good stuff. Stuff that'll really get you going." He winked at her again.

Against all logic, she found herself nodding. "Okay," she murmured, taking the thumb-drive. "I'll give it a look."

That night, once Mark was home and Kyle was ensconced in his room, Lilly approached her husband with a newfound sense of boldness. "Mark," she began tentatively, "I've been thinking... I want to try something different in the bedroom."

Mark looked up from his newspaper, eyebrows raised in surprise. "Okay," he said, setting the paper aside. "What do you have in mind?"

"Well," she took a deep breath, her heart hammering in her chest, "I was thinking we could watch something... together."

"Like a movie?" He asked, his voice a mix of confusion and curiosity.

"More like... porn," she whispered, her cheeks flushing. "Before we, you know..."

Mark's expression was a mix of shock and excitement. "Really?" He asked, his voice gruff.

"Yeah," she said, her voice growing stronger. "I think it could help us... connect."

He nodded slowly, his eyes lighting up. "Okay, I'm down for that."

Lilly plugged the thumb-drive into their laptop, her hand shaking as she navigated to the first video.

"We are going to just watch it then?" Mark asked, his voice thick with anticipation as he saw the nervous excitement in Lilly's eyes. She nodded, handing him the laptop.

The video played, the images flickering across the screen. The young, tanned pool boy's muscles rippled as he worked, catching the eye of the bored housewife. Mark's grip tightened around the laptop as the plot unfolded, his surprise morphing into intrigue.

"Is this what you had in mind?" He asked, glancing at Lilly. Her eyes were glued to the screen, her breathing shallow. She nodded, her cheeks a deep shade of red.

On the screen, the housewife began to flirt with the pool boy, her husband nowhere in sight. Mark felt a twinge of something unfamiliar as he watched the scene, "Do you like it, honey? It's pretty hot, isn't it?" Lilly's voice was a sultry whisper beside him, her eyes glued to the screen.

"Yeah," he replied, his voice hoarse with excitement. "It's definitely... different."

Lilly leaned closer, her hand finding its way onto Mark's thigh. "It's okay to admit it," she said, her eyes flicking to his crotch where his erection was already starting to show. "It turns you on."

"Maybe," he said, his eyes never leaving the screen. The scene had progressed to the point where the wife had led the pool boy into the house, her hand sliding down his board shorts.

"What if it was me?" Lilly whispered, her hand moving up Mark's thigh. "What if I was the one with the pool boy?"

Mark's eyes snapped to hers, the shock in them replaced by a flicker of something darker. "What?" He croaked, his voice strained.

"Just imagine it," she said, her voice low and seductive. "Imagine coming home to find me with some young stud, his cock buried deep inside me."

"Lilly," Mark breathed, his hand covering hers, stopping it from moving any higher. "What are you saying?"

"I'm saying," she leaned in, her breath hot on his neck, "that I am ready for what should cum next." With that, she turned to him and kissed him, her hand now moving up his chest to the waistband of his pants. She could feel his heart racing through his shirt, his erection pressing against her palm.

Mark didn't know how to respond, his mind reeling from the sudden turn of events. But his body had no such reservations. He kissed her back, hard, his hand finding its way to her breast, squeezing gently. Lilly moaned into his mouth, her hand moving to unbuckle his belt.

They stumbled to the bedroom, their clothes falling away in a frenzy of lust. Mark's eyes were glued to Lilly's body, her curves more voluptuous than ever before. He'd always found her beautiful, but now, with this newfound sense of power and desire, she was a goddess.

Lilly pushed him onto the bed and straddled him, her wetness coating his stomach. She took his cock in her hand, stroking it lightly before sliding it into her waiting pussy. Mark groaned as she took him in, her walls tightening around him as she began to ride him. She'd never been so brazen before, so hungry for sex.

The video played on in the background, forgotten as the couple lost themselves in each other. Lilly threw her head back, her hips moving faster and faster as she approached climax. Mark's hands were everywhere, cupping her breasts, squeezing her ass, his thumb finding her clit.

"Oh, Mark," she moaned, her voice thick with desire. "Fuck me harder. Make me cum like you never have before."

He complied, his own need spurred on by her wanton behavior. His hips bucked up to meet hers, his cock sliding in and out of her in a rhythm that was almost violent. Lilly's moans grew louder, her body tightening around him.

"I'm gonna cum," she panted, her eyes squeezed shut. "I'm gonna cum on your cock."

The words were a catalyst, and Mark felt his own orgasm approaching. He reached up to pinch her nipple, rolling it between his thumb and forefinger as he thrust into her one final time.

Lilly's climax washed over her, her body convulsing with pleasure. She threw her head back and screamed, her pussy spasming around Mark's cock. He followed suit, his own orgasm tearing through him like a tornado. They collapsed together, their bodies slick with sweat and cum.

"That was... intense," Mark said, his voice hoarse and breathless as he lay on his back, his chest heaving. Lilly collapsed onto him, her body still trembling with the aftershocks of her orgasm.

"Mmhmm," she murmured, nuzzling against his neck. "It was amazing." She turned back to the laptop still playing the video that was near the end, "Let's finish watching thought!"

The video was approaching its climax, with the pool boy pumping vigorously into the housewife, her moans of pleasure escalating. "Oh fuck," she screamed on the screen, "I'm gonna get pregnant with your baby!"

Lilly's eyes widened, and she couldn't help but let out a little giggle. "She is so hot," she whispered, her breath hot on Mark's neck. Her hand meanwhile found their way down to his torso.

"Yeah," Mark managed to get out, his voice still shaky from their own passionate encounter. "But what about the... you know, the part where she says she's going to get pregnant?"

"It's just a fantasy," Lilly said, her voice a purr. "And it's hot, right?" Her hand finally found his newfound erection, giving it a gentle squeeze.

Mark swallowed hard, his eyes on the screen as the pool boy pulled out and shot his load over the housewife's stomach. "I guess it's... intense," he admitted, his voice thick with arousal.

"Imagine if it were me," Lilly whispered, her breath tickling his ear. "Would you like to see me like that?" Her hips began to rock against his, the friction sending sparks through his body.

"Oh fuck," Mark groaned, his eyes glued to the screen. The thought of his own wife taking another man's load was too hard for him to process while her hands handled his sensitive head.

Lilly's breath grew ragged as she watched the pool boy's cum shoot across the screen. "Are you ready to cum? Are you ready to fill me up with your seed?" she whispered to Mark, her hand moving faster on his cock.

Her words however did not make him closer to climax. Lilly's hand didn't stop moving as she suddenly got closer to his ear and whispered, "But that is not what you want, do you Mark?" She leaned in, her breath hot and heavy on his neck, "You want it to be Kyle's cum filling me up, don't you?"

Mark's body suddenly went rigid, his eyes snapping to hers, just as she felt his cock almost explode. He groaned, his cum spurting out of him and she watched him producing the biggest load she's ever seen. It shot hard and far to the side of the bed, hitting the sheets with a wet splat.

"Lilly, I love you! That was incredible," Mark said, his chest still heaving from their intense lovemaking.

"I know," she replied, a wicked glint in her eye.

They made their way to the bathroom, their bodies entwined. Mark turned on the shower, the water cascading down like a warm embrace. Lilly stepped in, her eyes never leaving his as she began to soap up her luscious curves. He followed her, the sight of her body sending waves of desire through him. They stood under the spray, the water washing away their sweat and the last vestiges of their inhibitions.

"I can't believe we did that," Mark murmured, his eyes dark with passion.

"It's okay," Lilly said, her voice soothing. "It's just a fantasy. Something to spice things up."

"Yea, exactly!" Lilly smiled at her husband's quick reply.

Once they were done with the shower, Mark and Lilly stumbled into their bedroom, their bodies still humming with the aftermath of their intense encounter. They quickly changed the bed sheets and fell asleep in each others arms.

The next morning started with the exchange of awkward smiles but quickly turned to routine. Mark went to work, leaving Lilly alone in the house. She couldn't shake the feeling that something had changed between them, something that had been changed by the explicit videos.

As she went about her cleaning duties, Lilly found herself feeling a strange sense of anticipation. It was as if the air in the house had become charged with something electric, something she couldn't quite put her finger on. When she heard the door open and the heavy footsteps of Kyle trudging up the stairs, she couldn't help but feel her heart race. She tried to ignore it, focusing instead on the dust bunny she was about to vanquish with her vacuum cleaner.

Soon enough, however, the footsteps went down the stairs, and the door to the living room swung open. Lilly tensed, her hand hovering over the vacuum switch. Kyle walked in, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "So," he began, his voice a lazy drawl, "how was your night with Mark?"

Lilly's cheeks burned, and she tried to keep her voice steady. "It was fine," she said, hoping the tremor didn't betray her. "Why do you ask?"

"Well, it is not every day I share porn with a lady whom a caught masturbating in the middle of my room. I just want to make sure that the visuals helped," Kyle said with a smirk, his eyes traveling up and down Lilly's body in a way that made her feel both naked and exposed, despite the clothes she wore.

"It was good," she suddenly felt as if she wears too much cloth, "We had a splendid time!" She tried to keep her voice light, her hand gripping the vacuum handle a little tighter than necessary. "I am busy now," she said, hoping he'd take the hint.

"Oh, do you plan lock yourself in the bathroom and masturbate again?" Kyle's question hit Lilly like a sledgehammer, as she was already imagining a couple of new uses for the showerhead. She flinched, her eyes shooting to his. "Kyle, I know stuff happened yesterday, but that was it," she said firmly, trying to keep her voice steady.

"Mrs. Higins," Kyle's voice was a purr, as he stepped closer to her, his foot propped up on the couch. "I don't know why you are so hostile, I am just trying to help." He made an innocent face, but the glint in his eyes said otherwise. "You were so distressed yesterday, and I helped, haven't I?"

The question made Lilly a bit uncomfortable but she had to admit, it had worked. Now she kinda felt at the wrong for attacking Kyle for his perfectly reasonable question. "I suppose," she said with a sigh. "But now I really need to be alone!"

"Well, that is exactly what I mean, Mrs. Higins," Kyle said, his smirk never leaving his face. "Yesterday you seemed to be enjoying the scent of my socks, so I figured I could save you the trouble of sneaking around." He lifted his foot, his toes wiggling slightly. "Why don't you take this one right now?" He offered her his sock, still on his foot.

Lilly felt a jolt of electricity shoot through her body at the offer. "Excuse me?" She managed to get out, her voice a little shakier than she'd have liked.

Kyle chuckled, his smirk growing wider. "Take it," he said, nudging his foot closer. "You know you want to."

She stared at his sock, it was kinda true that she did cum hard when she smelled his last one. The scent was intoxicating, a strange mix of sweat and something she couldn't quite put her finger on. She looked undecided and before she opened her mouth again, Kyle interrupted.

"C'mon," he urged, his foot still hovering in the air. "You know it'll make you feel good. And maybe," his eyes searched hers, "you'll thank me for it."

The words hung in the air, a challenge she hadn't expected. For a moment, she wavered, the memory of her climax with his sock still fresh in her mind. Then, with a resigned sigh, she knelt before him. "Fine," she said, her voice a mix of defeat and curiosity. "But just this once."

Kyle's smile grew, his eyes gleaming with triumph as Lilly knelt before him. He lifted his foot, giving her better access to his sock. She took it in her hand, feeling the warmth and weight of it, the fabric clinging to the contours of his foot.

"Thank you," she murmured, her voice laced with both gratitude and embarrassment.

"My pleasure," he replied, his tone dripping with innuendo.

For a moment, she hesitated, the smell of his foot filling her nose. Then, she took a deep breath and pulled off the sock, her eyes never leaving his. The smell was even stronger now, a potent cocktail of sweat and desire that seemed to cloud her judgment.

"Now, why don't you tell me what you really think?" He asked, his voice low and seductive.

Lilly couldn't find the words to respond, instead she just moaned in a sudden wave of desire. She looked up at Kyle, his eyes on her with a mix of amusement and lust. She felt her cheeks burn with embarrassment but she couldn't stop herself, she needed to cum again.

Her hand slid down to her crotch, her fingers pushing aside the fabric of her panties to rub her clit in slow, teasing circles. "Oh God," she whimpered, her eyes sliding shut as the sensation grew.

"Look at me," Kyle's voice was a command, and she obeyed, her eyes snapping open to find him staring down at her with a predatory gaze.

"Masturbate for me," he said, his foot still hovering above her head.

"Kyle," she protested, "I can't do that."

"Why not?" He asked, his tone teasing. "You've done it before."

"But you weren't here," she said, her voice shaking.

"And now I am," he said, "Beside, you love to be the cheating housewife, don't you? Just like in the video," He winked at her, his foot moving closer to her face.

Lilly took a deep breath, her resolve crumbling. She pulled her dress up, revealing her bare pussy to Kyle. He watched with hungry eyes as she began to rub herself, the smell of his sock filling her senses. She couldn't believe what she was doing, but she couldn't stop.

"Good girl," Kyle murmured, his voice thick with desire. "Now tell me, who do you think about when you touch yourself?"

Her eyes remained locked with his, a storm of emotions crossing her face. "I think about you," she whispered, her voice barely above a breath. "About your fat smelly body, your nasty habits, and that... that thing between your legs."

Kyle chuckled, his eyes never leaving hers as she spoke. "Nice, I think you should watch some more of my videos, Lilly," he said, his voice low and coaxing. "Really get yourself and your hubby going."

"I... I'll consider it," she said, her breathing shallow as her hand moved faster over her clit. Kyle's eyes were like lasers, burning into hers as she spoke. He stepped closer, his own arousal evident in the bulge of his pants.

Without another word, he reached down and pulled out a pair of boxers from his pocket. They were damp and sticky, and Lilly could see the clear outline of a cum stain. "Here," he said, holding them out to her. "Why don't you try these?"

Her eyes went wide, but she couldn't deny the excitement that coursed through her at the thought. She took the boxers from him, her hand trembling slightly. The smell of his cum hit her like a ton of bricks, and she felt her pussy clench with need. Without another thought, she brought the fabric to her nose and inhaled deeply, her eyes rolling back in her head at the intensity of it.

"Good," he said, his voice like a caress. "Now, why don't you taste it?"

Lilly's eyes snapped to his, and she knew she was crossing a line she couldn't come back from. But the desire was too strong, the need to feel that connection again too overwhelming. She leaned in, her tongue darting out to lick the cum stain, her eyes never leaving his.

The taste was salty and musky, and it sent her over the edge. Her hand moved faster over her clit as she moaned, the sound echoing through the room. Kyle watched her, his own cock straining against his pants as she licked and rubbed herself. "That's it," he encouraged, his voice a low growl. "Cum for me, Lilly."

And she did. Her body convulsed, her orgasm ripping through her like a wildfire. She cried out, her pussy clenching and releasing as waves of pleasure washed over her. Kyle's boxers fell from her mouth as she collapsed to the floor, her legs trembling uncontrollably.

Kyle stepped closer, his hand reaching out to stroke her hair. "See?" He said, his voice gentle now. "It's just a bit of fun. Nothing to be ashamed of."

Lilly looked up at him, her cheeks flushed, her body still spasming with the aftermath of her climax. She didn't know what to say, so she just nodded, her eyes glazed over with pleasure.

"Now," he said, his smile widening, "Be a good little housewife, and make sure to watch another video with your hubby tonight." He gently caressed her red-hot cheek.

Lilly nodded, still lost in the aftermath of her climax. The boxers lay discarded beside her, the scent of Kyle's cum still thick in the air. "I will," she slowly stood up, holding Kyle's dirty boxers in her hand. "I will throw these in the laundry."

Kyle chuckled and left her alone. Well, that was one hell of a morning, Lilly thought, her cheeks still flushed with embarrassment and arousal. She threw the boxers into the laundry basket and tried to get back to her chores. The rest of the day was a blur as she couldn't stop thinking about the taste of Kyle's cum on her tongue, and the upcoming porn-session with Mark. She had prepared the dinner and setup the table in their bedroom, so that they could watch the videos while having sex.