The climax

"Lilly, are you sure you want to do this?" Mark's voice was tight with tension as he watched his wife slip off her dress, revealing her naked body to the empty room. He was here for the last hour, watching his wife completing her maid duties with an unusual enthusiasm.

"Mark, we've already discussed this," Lilly said firmly, her hand resting on her hip. She stepped closer to him, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "We both want this. I know you do."

With a trembling hand, Mark reached out to cup her cheek. "But this is all so fast, last week we were a perfectly normal couple," he said, his voice thick with emotion, "It's like those pornos changed us overnight."

Lilly's smile was knowing as she leaned in to kiss him. "Maybe we just needed the right push," she murmured against his lips. "But if it's too much, tell me to stop. I don't want you to do anything you're not comfortable with."

"But what if Kyle refuses, that would be kinda awkward, wouldn't it?" Mark's eyes searched hers, looking for reassurance.

"Trust me, he won't," Lilly purred, "He is a teen, without girlfriend, who wanted a me to be his MAID. I'm pretty sure he's dreaming about this." She winked and gave him a playful push.

With a deep breath, Mark nodded, his eyes never leaving hers as she picked up another dirty pair of underwear from the floor. The fabric was sticky with cum, and she could see the bulge in Mark's pants growing as she held it up to her nose and inhaled deeply. "When you are downstairs, hearing my screams on his cock," She held him the spoiled fabric, "I want you to also feel this smell."

"Now, go wait for me downstairs," she ordered gently. "Kyle will be back any minute, and I want to be ready for him."

Mark nodded, his heart racing as he held Kyle's cum-stained underwear in his hand, when he closed the door Lilly sent him a wink. She felt a strange thrill coursing through her body as she knew she was about to cross a line she never thought she would. She had always been the submissive one in their marriage, but now she felt such a thrill ordering her hubby around. Maybe he was right and those pornos that Kyle gave her did change her.

Well, no time to ponder on this thought, Lilly quickly undressed herself, letting her clothes fall to the floor. She was feeling more excited than ever, her heart thumping like a drum in her chest. Standing in front of the mirror, she took in her naked form, her voluptuous curves and large, heavy breasts that hung low, the dark areolae of her nipples standing erect in anticipation. She knew that she looked pretty good for a 40-year-old woman, but, maybe some additional effort wouldn’t hurt.

"Maybe I can lay on his bed, like a little slut," Lilly murmured to herself, a devilish smile playing on her lips as she considered her options. She strutted over to the bed, truing it out with her hands, "Hmm, or maybe this," she thought, walking to his chair and bending over, her ass sticking out, "No, that is not it..."

Then suddenly the loud steps on the stairs echoed through the house, Lilly's heart skipped a beat as she realized Kyle was back. Quickly, she decided on her pose, dropping to her knees beside right in front of the door, her ample breasts pushed forward as she folded her hands behind her head. She spread her legs slightly apart, her knees pressing into the cold hardwood floor, and tilted her hips upward, offering her most intimate parts to the young man who was about to walk in.

The door creaked open, and Kyle's eyes went wide with shock and excitement as he took in the sight of Lilly, kneeling before him like a present waiting to be unwrapped. "What do we have here?" he sneered, his eyes roving over her naked body with a hunger that made her skin crawl.

"I... I'm here to serve you, Kyle," Lilly stuttered, her voice trembling with a mix of fear and arousal. "Please, I need you to fuck me."

Kyle stepped into the room, his usual dirty t-shirt now right in front of Lilly's face, his erect cock straining against the fabric. "What was that? Did you say you need me to fuck you?" he asked, a smug smirk spreading across his face.

"Yes," Lilly whispered, her voice shaky but determined, "I need it, Kyle. I'm here to serve you. To be your maid and your whore."

"Look at you, all eager," Kyle said, his hand reaching down to stroke her cheek, his thumb brushing against her swollen bottom lip. "But why? You have a husband who's more than capable of satisfying you, so why come to me?" His finger slipped on her eager lips, tracing their outline before sliding into her mouth. "Or the pornos I gave you no longer cutting it? You need the real deal now?"

Lilly's eyes fluttered shut as she sucked on his digit, savoring the taste of his skin. "It's not enough," she murmured, her voice muffled around his finger. "I need this... I need you."

With a chuckle, Kyle withdrew his hand, leaving her mouth open and begging for more. "And why should I give you what you want?" He stepped closer, his cock brushing against her cheek, leaving a sticky trail of pre-cum on her skin. "What makes you think I'd even consider it?"

"Please," Lilly begged, her eyes wide and a little surprised, "Don't you want me?" She made a point by moving her hand to cup her breasts and squeeze them together. The action made her nipples stand out more, and she moved further down pushing her fingers between her legs, spreading them wider and showing off her shaved pussy to Kyle.

"Okay, this is a compelling argument." He quickly dropped his trousers, revealing his massive, throbbing erection. Lilly's eyes grew wide with both a mix of fear and excitement. Kyle's cock was twice the size of Mark's, and she could feel her pussy clench with anticipation.

"Open wide," Kyle ordered, and she obeyed, her mouth stretching around the thick head of his cock. He tasted of musk and sweat, and she couldn’t help but moan around him as she felt his warmth fill her mouth. He was already leaking pre-cum, and she swirled her tongue around the tip, eager to please him.

"That's right, bitch," Kyle groaned, his hand tangling in her hair as he pushed her further down his length. Lilly's eyes watered as she struggled to take him all in, but she didn’t resist, feeling a strange sense of power in her submission. "You're going to make me cum so hard."

He began to fuck her mouth, his hips pumping in a steady rhythm, his grip on her hair tightening with each thrust. Lilly could feel the veins bulging along his shaft, and she knew he was close. Her own arousal was growing with each second, her hand slipping between her legs to rub at her swollen clit.

"Swallow it," Kyle grunted, pulling her off with a pop and aiming his cock at her open mouth. Lilly's eyes locked on his, and she nodded eagerly, her heart racing as she felt the first hot spurt of his cum hit the back of her throat. She swallowed quickly, the salty taste filling her mouth as he painted her face with the rest of his load.

Kyle's chest heaved as he caught his breath, a look of satisfaction etched on his face. He stepped back, letting his cock go slack. "Wow! That was fun!" Kyle looked down at the mess on Lilly's face, a mix of cum and saliva dripping down her chin. "But now, I am kinda hungry," he grabbed her hand and pulled her to her feet. "You better go make me dinner. I've had a long day," with that Lilly found herself thrown out of the room like a ragdoll, landing with a thud against the wall.

The **** of the push made her breasts jiggle, and she could feel a trickle of cum making its way down her chin, over her neck, and onto her chest. She looked down at herself, a mix of embarrassment and excitement swirling in her stomach. "What do you want me to make?" she called out, trying to keep her voice steady as she wiped her face clean with the back of her hand.

"I don't care," Kyle yelled back, "Just make it fast. And make sure it's good."

Lilly nodded to herself and turned, her bare feet padding down the stairs. As she walked, she couldn't help but feel a strange mix of emotions. She could not stop being angry, this little fuck just treated her like a whore, and yet, she was also incredibly aroused by it. The way he had used her mouth, his cum still worm on her cheeks... She had to make him dinner.

Entering the kitchen, she started to pull out ingredients for dinner, trying to focus on the task at hand. She had always enjoyed cooking, but tonight it felt almost therapeutic. The rhythm of chopping and stirring helped to push down the thoughts of what she had just done, the taste of Kyle's cum still lingering on her tongue.

It was then she heard Mark's footsteps approaching. She stiffened, suddenly aware of her nakedness, the sticky mess on her face and her exposed body. He appeared in the kitchen doorway, his eyes going wide as he took in the sight of his wife.

"Lilly, what happened?" Mark's voice was a mix of shock and arousal as he saw the cum on her face. His own cock began to swell in his pants at the sight of his wife, used and debased.

"Kyle," she murmured, her cheeks flushing. "He...he came on me."

"And you liked it," Mark said, his voice low and gruff.

Lilly looked up, meeting his gaze, and nodded. "Yes," she whispered. "I liked it, and now I am making dinner for him."

"For him?" Mark's voice was strained as he stepped closer, his eyes locked on her cum-splattered face. He could feel the heat in his cheeks as his own arousal grew, his cock now painfully hard.

"Yes," Lilly said again, her voice firm. "For Kyle. He's our guest, after all."

Mark took a deep breath, trying to process what was happening. He knew this was what he had agreed to, but seeing it in action was a different story. He walked over to her, his eyes never leaving her face. "Let me help you clean up," he said, his hand reaching for her cum-stained cheek.

"Thank you," Lilly murmured, leaning into his touch. His hand was gentle as he wiped the last of the sticky mess away, his thumb lingering on her lower lip before he bent down and kissed her, tasting the remnants of their teenage neighbor on her mouth. It was a strange mix of emotions, disgust and desire, but it only served to fuel Mark's excitement.

Together, they finished preparing dinner, Lilly's hands deftly moving around the kitchen while Mark helped where he could. They didn't speak much, the air thick with tension and unspoken questions. What had they become? How did they get here? But every time Mark looked at his wife's face, he knew the answers didn't matter. This was what they both wanted.

When the meal was ready, Lilly plated it up, her hands shaking slightly. "Okay, all done." She looked in Mark's eyes, "I hope he fucks me good after this."

Mark's cock twitched in his pants at her words, and he had to admit, the idea of his wife with Kyle was more thrilling than he ever thought it could be. He took the plate from her and set it on the tray. "You look so beautiful, Lilly," he said, his voice thick with desire. "I can't wait to see you."

Lilly did not answer Mark's question. Instead, she took a deep breath and walked up to Kyle's room, the plate of steaming food balancing precariously in her trembling hands. She knew what she had to do. She was going to serve him dinner, naked, and beg for his cock. It was a strange mix of fear and excitement that filled her as she approached his door. She paused for a moment, gathering her courage, before pushing it open with her hip.

"Here's your dinner, Kyle," she announced, her voice shaking slightly. She bent over, offering the plate to him, her breasts hanging low and her ass swaying enticingly.

Kyle looked up from his video game, his eyes going straight to the plate and then to her naked body. He smirked as he took in her willingness to serve him. "Good girl," He took the plate and set it on the table starting to engulf the food. "Now, let's see what you're really here for," He said, gesturing to his cock which was already starting to stand at attention again.

Lilly licked her lips, feeling her pussy throb at his command. She knelt beside him and crawled under the table, taking his cock in her hand. It was still warm and sticky from her earlier service. "Kyle," she begged, "But you will fuck me after this, right?"

Kyle grinned around a mouthful of food. "We'll see," he said, swallowing hard. "But for now, you can suck me off while I eat."

Lilly didn't need any further encouragement. She leaned in and took his cock back into her mouth, feeling it swell against her tongue as she began to bob her head. The smell of his cum and sweat filled the space around her, making her even more aroused. She could no longer care about her vows or what was considered right or wrong. All she knew was that she needed Kyle's thick, young cock inside her, filling her up and stretching her wide.

As she sucked, she felt Kyle's hand on her head, guiding her movements, pushing her to take him deeper. She moaned around his length, the vibrations sending waves of pleasure through him. He took his time, eating his dinner and watching her with a cruel amusement as she serviced him. Finally, he was done.

"Hey bitch!" A loud slap echoed through the room, and Lilly's cheek stung as Kyle's hand connected with her skin. "I am done, nice work with the dinner." He stood up from the table and got to his bed. "Now, come here and hop on that bid D! I want to see those titties bounce while you ride me!"

Lilly felt a mix of fear and excitement as she walked over to the bed, her knees wobbly with anticipation. She knew that she should not feel so aroused and hot right now. Kyle was just using her like a cheap toy, but she couldn’t help it. She was so wet, and she could feel her pussy begging for his massive cock. She climbed onto the bed and straddled him, her knees on either side of his hips. His eyes never left hers as she lowered herself down, feeling the tip of his cock nudge against her entrance.

"You're so fucking wet," Kyle said with a grin, his hand reaching up to cup her large breast, his thumb circling her sensitive nipple. "I bet you've been thinking about this all day."

"I have," Lilly admitted, her voice a breathy whisper. She gasped as he pinched the nipple, sending a bolt of pleasure straight to her core. "I've being thinking about it since you first showed me those videos."

"And now you're going to get it," Kyle said with a wicked grin, his hands moving to her hips, guiding her down onto his cock. She was tight, and he had to ease her onto him inch by inch, watching the expression on her face as she took his full length.

"Oh, fuck," she moaned, her eyes rolling back in her head. "You're so much bigger than Mark."

That last phrase really got Kyle going, and he couldn't hold back anymore. With a loud grunt, he bucked his hips upward, filling Lilly to the brim with his hot cum. She felt his thick seed spurt deep inside her, and she moaned with pleasure, her walls clenching around him. "Oh fuck, you're so fucking good," Kyle groaned, his grip on her hips tightening as he emptied himself into her.

Lilly's eyes watered as she felt Kyle's cock slide out of her, still pulsing with the last of his cum. He grinned up at her, his teeth sunk into his lower lip as he watched her. "You liked that, didn't you?" he asked, his voice filled with a smugness that only a teenager could muster.

"I did," she admitted, her voice still shaky. She couldn't believe she was saying it, but it was true. She had liked it. Liked it more than she ever liked anything Mark had done to her.

"Good," Kyle said, standing up and pulling on his pants. "Now, I'm going to fuck you again, but this time I want it loud. I want your husband to hear you screaming my name while I fill you with my cum."

Without another word, he grabbed her by the hair and dragged her out of the bed, pulling her to the floor. Lilly yelped in surprise, but she didn’t resist. Instead, she found herself eagerly kneeling before him again, her mouth watering at the sight of his still-hard cock. She took him in her mouth once more, her tongue swirling around the head as she took him deeper, trying to get him as hard as she could.

Kyle's hand was in her hair again, guiding her movements, and she could feel the tension in his body building as she sucked him off. She knew he was close, and she was eager to feel him inside her again. She felt his cock swell in her mouth, and she knew it was time.

He pulled her off with a pop and spun her around, pushing her onto her hands and knees. He lined up and shoved himself inside her, making her gasp around his cock. "Look at that, so eager for it," he murmured, his voice thick with lust. "Now let's make some noise for your cuck husband."

"Oh god," she moaned as he began to fuck her, her body rocking back and forth with each hard thrust. "Yea-yea, fuck me KYLE! Fuck me hard!" she screamed, her voice echoing through the room, the sound bouncing off the walls. She knew Mark was downstairs, listening and jerking his pitiful cock while she was being used by their renter.

Kyle chuckled, his grip on her hips tightening. "That's it, slut," he whispered in her ear, his breath hot and heavy. "Let him hear you." He smacked her ass, the sound resonating through the room.

"Oh, oh, KYLE! Yes!" Lilly screamed, her orgasm ripping through her like a tornado. She felt her pussy clamp down on him, her muscles spasming around his thick cock. The pleasure was intense, more than she had ever felt with Mark. It was as if her body had been waiting for this all along.

With a final grunt, Kyle pulled out and shot his cum across her face, painting her features white. Lilly moaned as she felt the hot stickiness cover her, her eyes fluttering shut in ecstasy. It was humiliating, degrading, and she had never felt more alive.

"Look at yourself," Kyle said, his voice filled with a dark amusement. "Cum on your face like a good little whore."

Lilly opened her eyes, looking into the mirror on the wall. Her mascara was running, and she was a mess of cum and sweat. But instead of feeling ashamed, she felt a strange sense of pride. She had done this. She had allowed this young man to use her, to claim her, and she had loved every second of it.

"Come on, get up," Kyle ordered, pulling her to her feet. "Make sure you give your cuck a full-mouth kiss." He smirked as he watched her bit her lower lip as she nodded, a hint of understanding in her eyes.

Lilly stumbled downstairs, her legs wobbly from the intense fucking she had just endured. She found Mark sitting on their marital bed, with his limp-dick in hand, his eyes glued to the door, waiting for her return. She walked in, her cheeks still red from Kyle's rough slaps, cum dripping from her chin onto her breasts.

"How was it?" Mark's voice was a mix of excitement and fear as he took in his wife's disheveled state.

"It was...amazing," she said, her voice still shaky from the aftershocks of her orgasm. "He's so much bigger than you, Mark. And so rough."

Mark's cock twitched at her words, a bead of precum forming at the tip. "I can see that," he said, his voice thick with his own arousal. "You look like a slut."

"I am," Lilly said with a shrug, a wicked grin playing on her lips as she wiped the last of the cum from her chin. "But that's what you want, isn't it?"

Over the next couple of days, Lilly found her life change dramatically. Nights were spent in Kyle's room, her moans of pleasure mixing with his grunts and the squeaking of the bed springs. Mark, for his part, was always eager to clean her pussy in the morning. Lilly could see how frustrated he was over Kyle demanding that she acted as his bed-warmer every night.

The dynamic grew more intense with each passing week. Mark would wake up to his wife's used pussy pressed against him in the mornings, her scent mingling with Kyle's musk. After a thorough cleaning session they would start on the breakfast, usually joined by Kyle once everything was ready. It took a bit of adjustments and some lonely nights spent watching pornos, but Mark got used to the sight on his wife blowing their young tenant just as he was consuming freshly prepared eggs and bacon.

The days grew into a routine of sorts, Lilly serving Kyle in every way possible while Mark went about his day, working his office job. Mark would return to find Lilly dressed in skimpy outfits, her makeup perfect, waiting for Kyle on her knees. Dinners were a silent affair with Mark cleaning up the kitchen while Lilly and Kyle would disappear upstairs. Some nights, Mark would try to sneak a pick at Lilly's bare ass slapping against Kyle's thighs through the crack of the door, her moans echoing through the house.

"Honey, I think you should move upstairs to the smaller bedroom," Lilly said one evening as they sat on the couch, her voice laced with a sweetness that didn't quite reach her eyes. Mark looked at her, his frustration boiling just beneath the surface.

"What are you talking about?" he asked, setting his book down.

"Well, Kyle needs more space, and it makes more sense for us to take the master bedroom. For the last week I have spent most of my time in his room, and you have being occupying the master bedroom alone," Lilly said with a gentle smile that did not quite meet her eyes. "So, you know, it's only fair."

Mark looked at her, his frustration simmering. "Is that what you really think?"

"It's just practical, Mark," Lilly said, her voice calm and measured as she sipped her wine. "Kyle and I have sex every night, we need the larger, more comfortable room. And let's face it, you're perfectly fine jerking your little clitty dick in the room upstairs. So, do we agree?"

**IDK why it is so hard to be consistent with the older style. I know this one is not as hot as the first chapter. I have tried, but it seems I need to be on right horny-inspiration balance, that is rather hard to capture... Anyway, that is all folks! **