Tom's change in diet

While Tom was still reeling from the kiss, Emma winked at him and hopped off the table, her skirt falling back into place. She sauntered over to the sink, her hips swaying seductively. "Kyle, darling," she said, her voice light and playful. "Why don't you go get ready for our outing tonight?"

Kyle nodded, his own cock already beginning to stir again at the thought of what the evening might hold. He disappeared up the stairs, leaving Tom alone with his wife's lingering scent and the sticky mess on his own face.

Emma washed her face and chuckled at Tom's reflection in the mirror. "You look like you've seen a ghost, darling," she said, her voice a gentle tease. "It's just a bit of fun, you know I love you. Now, go hide in the closet and work with your hand."

While Tom was in the closet, Emma turned to Kyle, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Well, it looks like someone was quite excite to cum all over my face, right in font of my hubby," she said, her voice filled with a playful lilt.

Kyle grinned back at her, his cheeks flushed with pleasure. "It was amazing, Mrs. Taylor," he said, his voice still shaky from his orgasm.

Emma leaned in close, her breath warm against his ear. "You like to call me that, hm?" she whispered, a knowing smirk playing on her lips. "You like the fact I am a married woman, don't you?"

Kyle's cock twitched at the thought, his cheeks burning with a mix of excitement and embarrassment. "Yes, Mrs. Taylor," he murmured, his voice thick with desire.

Emma stepped back, her eyes gleaming with amusement. "Good," she said, her voice a sweet purr. "I am glad your cheating slut is fun to play with." Her fingers gather Kyle's sticky liquid from her face and brought it to her mouth, sucking them clean before turning to the sink to wash up.

"Alright, Kyle," Emma said, turning off the faucet and wiping her face dry. "Let's get you dressed and ready for our night out."

"Another one? Already?" Kyle's eyes widened, but the excitement was clear in his voice.

Emma nodded, a mischievous smile playing on her lips. "Yes, Kyle. I've invited Sandra to join us tonight," she said, her voice a seductive whisper. "I know how much you enjoy her. Besides, no point in stalling your... education."

Kyle's heart raced as she leaned in and touched his crotch, giving him a gentle squeeze. "What do you mean? I thought we have a good pace here?" Kyle nodded in the direction of the corridor, where Tom was beating his meat.

Emma giggled, her hand lingering on Kyle's erection. "You know exactly what I mean," she said, her voice a sweet purr. "There's no point in stalling you in having sex with a woman?"

"What? Sex with a woman?" Tom was flabbergasted as he stepped out of the closet, trying to compose himself and hide the fact that his hands were sticky. He couldn't believe the audacity of the situation, but his cock twitched at the thought of what the night might hold.

Emma looked at him with a smirk, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "Yes, darling," she said, her voice a sweet purr. "Today Kyle will have some nice sex, maybe even anal, you know?"

Tom's jaw clenched, and his fists balled up at his sides. "But I thought..."

Emma cut him off with a wave of her hand. "Oh, you're adorable, thinking that," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "But no, Kyle's going to be busy with Sandra. You don't know her... But you will, she is coming home with us."

Tom felt his cheeks redden, his mind racing with a mix of anger and arousal. He swallowed hard and nodded, trying to compose himself as he took in the sight of his wife's hand still lingering on Kyle's erection.

"But, Emma..."

Emma turned to face Tom, her expression one of mock innocence. "What, darling?" she asked, her hand moving on Kyle's crotch. "You seem a bit flustered. Haven't I told you to jerk off? Did you do it?"

Tom's eyes darted to the floor, unable to meet hers. "Yes, I did," he murmured, his voice strained.

Her smirk grew wider. "And where did you do it?" she prodded.

Tom's cheeks burned. "In...in my hand," he admitted.

Emma stepped closer, her eyes gleaming with a mix of amusement and challenge. "Let me see," she purred, holding out her hand. Tom hesitantly raised his sticky hand, and Emma took it in hers, her touch surprisingly gentle. She brought it to her nose and took a deep inhale, her eyes closing in pleasure. "Mmm, you've been a good boy," she said, her voice low and sultry.

"Now, why don't you be a good hubby and clean up," Emma said, her voice a mix of sweetness and command.

Tom reached for a towel, but Emma grabbed his hand, stopping him mid-motion. "No, darling," she said, her voice a soft command. "You don't need that. You're going to clean up in a different way."

With a wicked glint in her eye, Emma brought Tom's sticky hand to his own mouth and tilted his chin upward with her other hand. "Open," she instructed, her voice a sweet purr that brooked no argument. Tom's eyes were wide with shock, but he complied, parting his lips as Emma guided his hand closer.

Kyle's eyes were glued to the scene, his asshole of neighbor was licking his own sperm off his hand. "See darling, it's not so bad, is it?" Emma said with a wink at Tom. "From now on, you will clean up after every mess you make, okay?" Tom nodded, his pride bruised.

"Now, Kyle, let's go dress up and prepare for the evening," Emma said, releasing Tom's hand and turning away with a flourish of her skirt. As they left, Tom had to watch his wife's ass being squeezed by Kyle's eager hands, the chubby teen's fingers digging into her flesh as if he owned it. The sound of their laughter echoed down the hallway, leaving Tom in a state of confused arousal and anger.

In the living room, Emma picked up her phone and sent a quick text to Sandra, her thumbs moving with a practiced grace. "Sandra is ready," she said, her voice filled with excitement. "And she's going to be so thrilled about the night."

Kyle's heart raced at the thought of the sexy young blonde waiting for them, his imagination already painting vivid images of the fun they'd have together. "What about your cuck?" he asked.

Emma sent him a sultry smile upon hearing that. "I love how you call him that, my young bull." She pulled out him in for a kiss, her tongue dancing with his as she whispered, "Let's go."