Very naugthy evening

"Well, yes!" The words barely left Kyle's mouth before Emma took the thong and began to slide it over her hips. Her legs looked so long and smooth in the red lace, and as she turned a little, Kyle was also able to see her ass perfectly framed. The thong was barely visible, nestled between the cheeks of her ass like a secret waiting to be revealed.

"Do you want me to continue?" Emma looked a bit uncertain as she saw the bulge in Kyle's pants growing again. "You know, I can always save some for later," she teased him with the last piece of lingerie, a matching bra.

"Nah, I want you to keep going," Kyle said, his voice thick with desire as he took a step closer to Emma. Her eyes sparkled with mischief as she held the bra up, examining it against her chest. Her nipples perked up, seemingly eager to be caged in the crimson material. Soon enough, she slipped the straps over her shoulders, and the cups fell into place, lifting and shaping her breasts just enough to make them look irresistible.

"You like it?" Emma asked, spinning around in a playful twirl, the red fabric of the bra setting off the natural palette of her skin. Her breasts bounced lightly in the cups, and Kyle could see the faint outline of her areolae and the hardened tips of her nipples. His cock twitched, straining against his jeans, reminding him just how much he wanted her.

"I like it a lot. Let's go to the bedroom now," Kyle managed to say through gritted teeth, his eyes never leaving her tantalizing body. The way the red lace hugged her curves was driving him wild with anticipation. He grabbed her hand and led her to the bed.

"On your back, baby," Kyle's voice was a gruff whisper, and Emma obeyed, her heart racing as she laid on the bed, watching him with hungry eyes. She felt a thrill at his command, the power exchange sending a shiver down her spine. "Daddy's going to take good care of you," he said, his tone dripping with authority.

Emma bit her lower lip as she watched Kyle remove his own clothes, his chubby frame revealing the powerful cock. She bit her lips running a comparison to her husband's, which was more... manageable. Just think about it. made her spread her legs in anticipation, the cool air of the room caressing her wet folds.

"Look at me," Kyle demanded, his eyes meeting hers as he climbed onto the bed, straddling her. His cock was already thick and hard, pointing straight at her like a weapon of pleasure. She licked her lips, her breath coming in short gasps. "You're going to take all of it, aren't you?"

"Yes sir, all of it," Emma murmured, her eyes never leaving Kyle's as she laid back on the bed, her legs spread open for him. Her hands found their way to her breasts, playing with the red lace that covered them, her nipples poking through the fabric as if begging for attention.

Kyle leaned over her, his weight pressing down on the bed but not touching her. He could feel the heat coming off her body, smell the sweet scent of her arousal mixed with the faint musk of their earlier encounters. His mouth watered as he stared at her, taking in every inch of her. He reached down and gently grabbed her hands, pulling them away from her breasts and above her head. "Let me," he murmured before capturing her mouth in a searing kiss.

"Honey, I am home!" The sound of Tom's voice echoed through the house, interrupting the passionate moment. Kyle's heart skipped a beat, realizing that Tom had returned earlier than expected.

"Goddammit Tom," Emma cursed under her breath as she jumped off the bed, her heart racing. "I am sorry, sir. My stupid hubby is home," she whispered frantically, trying to compose herself. "You have to hide."

Kyle's mind raced as he quickly surveyed the room for a good hiding spot. His eyes fell upon the guest room across the hall, and the small peephole he had drilled there a few days ago. The adrenaline spiked as he dashed into the room, his cock still rock hard. He barely had time to hide behind the bookshelf with a clear view of the peephole before he heard Tom's footsteps approaching the bedroom door.

He could not see much from his vantage point, but the sound of Tom's voice grew closer. "Welcome home, baby," Emma called out sweetly, her voice a stark contrast to the panic that was surely racing through her mind. "I got you something special."

"You always do, babe," Tom replied, his footsteps now just outside the bedroom door. "Let me see."

"No peeking," Emma giggled as she playfully shooed Tom into the bedroom. She had quickly thrown on a silk robe, tying it tightly around her waist to cover the revealing lingerie she had just been wearing for Kyle. Her heart was racing, but she managed to keep her voice light and flirty. "I'll go fix you a drink, while you get ready."

With a knowing wink at Kyle, she closed the bedroom door firmly behind her. She took a deep breath and stepped to the guest room door, before swinging it open. "Kyle," she whispered, her voice thick with desire, "I am so sorry for the interruption." She walked over to him, and pressed her warm, soft lips to his, her tongue darting out to taste him briefly.

"Can you wait some more? Just a bit longer," Emma whispered urgently, her eyes pleading with Kyle as she stepped out of the guest room. "I'll find a way to make it up to you."

Kyle nodded, his heart hammering in his chest. He watched her sashay down the hallway, her hips swaying in a way that made his mouth water. Soon enough she was back, a glass of amber liquid in her hand. "Shh," she whispered, looking at Kyle, while opening the bedroom door.

Emma stepped into the room and handed the drink to Tom. "This is for you, my love," she said, her voice dripping with sweetness. "I made it just how you like it."

Tom took the glass, his eyes on Emma's silk-covered body, his own desires stirring. "You're always so thoughtful," he said, his voice a mix of affection and curiosity. He took a sip, "Now, come here and give me that kiss you owe me," he demanded playfully, reaching for her.

Emma stepped aside, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Oh, you have to finish it first," she said, her voice low and sultry, "You know I made it just for you." She took the glass and raised it to his lips, tilting it slightly so that Tom had **** but to swallow the contents.

"What is up with you and the..." Tom looked a bit dazed for a moment, "today?" he slurred. His eyes suddenly looked heavy, and she could feel his grip on the glass loosen.

Emma's heart was racing, but she kept her voice steady. "Oh, I just wanted to make sure you had something to relax with after a long day at work," she said, taking the almost empty glass from his hand and placing it on the nightstand. "You look tired, baby. Why don't you sit down?"

"Yeah, I guess I am," Tom mumbled, his eyes closing as he leaned back on the bed, right in the spot she was enjoy Kyle's company moments ago. She could see his shoulders slump as the **** began to take effect.

Emma's eyes never left him as she took a step back, her body still humming with the anticipation of what was to come. "Oh, I am so happy you're here," she whispered, her voice filled with genuine excitement. "It will be so fun!"

"Me too," Tom slowly responded, before his head lolled back on the pillow, and he was out cold.

Emma felt a mix of relief and excitement wash over her. She looked down at herself, ensuring she looked fresh and appealing for Kyle's eyes. She smoothed down her hair and fixed her new lingerie, making sure every detail was perfect.

Quickly, Emma opened the bedroom door, only to see Kyle urgently beckoning her. His eyes were wide with excitement, and she could see his dick still hard in his pants. She stepped out into the hallway, closing the door softly behind her.

"Sir?" Emma whispered, her eyes looking in his, "Are you jealous? Is that why you are out in the hallway? I was just bringing my hubby a drink." Her eyes twinkled with mischief, and she stepped closer to him, her breath warm against his cheek. "It was a little something to help him sleep," she confessed, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper.

Kyle's heart was racing. "You nasty bitch," he murmured in amazement, his voice hoarse with excitement. "You actually did it." He could feel his cock throb with each beat of his heart, the anticipation of what was to come almost too much to handle.

"I had to," Emma purred, her hands sliding over his chest. "I couldn't have him interrupt you, not when you're are so exited." Her hands grabbed his balls and shaft, "He won't wake up for a few hours. And when he does, he won't remember a thing."

Kyle's eyes widened with excitement, her body on full display, and her husband snoring away just a few feet away. He stepped closer to her, his hands finding her hips, and he pulled her closer to him. "You're mine now," he murmured, his breath hot against her neck.

Emma giggled, a thrill of excitement coursing through her body. "Take me sir," she whispered, her voice breathless. Kyle's eyes darkened, and without wasting another moment, he bent her against the bedroom door, her lush red lingerie contrasting starkly with the white wood. His cock, still thick and hard, nudged against her wet folds, teasing her as he positioned himself.

With one powerful thrust, Kyle was inside her, filling her completely. Emma's scream was heard, muffled only by the hand that Kyle quickly clamped over her mouth. She bit down on his palm, her teeth grazing his skin as she moaned around his fingers. "Be quieter, slut," he whispered in her ear, his voice a mix of pleasure and warning. "We wouldn't want to wake your hubby, would we?"

Emma's eyes grew wide with the thrill of the risk. She nodded frantically, her body already adjusting to the feel of him, stretching around him like a tight glove. Kyle began to move, his hips slamming into her with a **** that made the bedroom door shake. Her moans grew louder, and she leaned more into the white wood of her marital bedroom door, her breasts pressing against it.

"Oh God," she gasped as Kyle's cock hit her G-spot. Her nails dug into his back, leaving red half-moons in his skin. Her body was on fire, and she didn't care if the whole neighborhood heard her. She just wanted him to fuck her harder.

He slapped her ass, the sound echoing through the hallway, making her jolt. "What I told you, slut," he hissed into her ear, his voice thick with desire.

Emma bit her lip hard to stifle her cries. She knew Kyle was right. Her husband lay passed out in their bed, oblivious to the illicit pleasure happening just a few feet away. But the feel of Kyle's thick cock plunging into her was overwhelming. She could feel the wetness of her own arousal slicking their bodies together, making every movement more intense.

Kyle's rhythm grew more frenzied, his breath hot and heavy against her neck as he whispered dirty words into her ear. "You're such a good slut for me, Emma," he groaned. "I can feel how much you want it."

Emma's body responded to his praise, her muscles tightening around his shaft. She was so close to the edge, her legs shaking with the effort to remain standing. The hand that wasn't muffling her moans had moved to her own breast, squeezing and teasing the sensitive flesh through the red lace. Her other hand slid down to her clit, rubbing it in slow circles that had her panting.

"I'm going to cum," she whispered, her voice barely audible even to herself. Kyle's thrusts grew more erratic, his breathing more ragged. He was close too.

With a final grunt, Kyle drove himself into Emma, filling her with a hot burst of cum that made her walls contract around him. She felt the heat of his release deep within her, the sensation sending her over the edge. Her own orgasm hit her like a tidal wave, making her legs wobble and her knees buckle. She bit down hard on her hand to keep from screaming out.

Their bodies trembled against the hall way floor as they dropped on their knees. Emma was resting her body against the bedroom door, while Kyle enjoyed the look of body dressed in red lingerie. His cock was still semi-hard, but he knew he would be ready again soon. The scent of sex hung thick in the air, and it was all he could do to not take her again right there. But Emma had other plans.

"Come with me," she whispered, her breath hot against his ear as she helped him to his feet and opened the bedroom door. The sound of Tom's snoring was the only thing that filled the room. "He won't wake up," she assured Kyle with a wicked smile. "He's a heavy sleeper."

Kyle's heart almost skipped a bit when Emma got on all fours and positioned herself right on top of her sleeping husband, her legs straddling Tom's chest, while her breasts hang right above his face. "Ca you fuck me again, sir?" she whispered, her voice a mix of excitement and challenge.

"Yes, I think I can," Kyle's voice was barely a murmur, his cock standing at full attention again. He took a moment to appreciate the sight, Emma ass and pussy were on full display right above her hubby's **** frame. He stepped closer and Emma spread her legs wider, inviting him to fill her again.

Kyle took a moment to admire her wet folds, glistening in the soft light that filtered through the curtains. He leaned in, his cock nudging against her entrance, feeling the heat inside. With a wicked grin, he positioned himself and pushed in slowly, watching her face as she bit back a moan. Her eyes squeezed shut, and her back arched, pushing her breasts towards Tom's face.

"Good girl," Kyle murmured, his hands gripping her hips firmly. He began to pump into her, his thick cock stretching her pussy with every thrust. Emma's eyes rolled back, and she began to moan louder, but quickly got shut up by Kyle's hand pushing a pillow in her face.

"Keep it down," he warned her, his voice a harsh whisper. "We don't want to wake the cuck."

Emma moaned into the pillow, her eyes squeezed shut, as Kyle's thick cock slid into her pussy from behind. The feel of him filling her up was intense, especially knowing that her husband lay just beneath her, uselessly oblivious to her betrayal. Kyle's strong hands gripped her hips, his fingers digging into her flesh as he pounded her mercilessly. She could feel the bed shake with each thrust, the headboard thumping against the wall in a steady rhythm that matched her racing heart.

Her own juices, mixed with the remnants of Kyle's earlier release, began to dribble down her inner thighs, soaking the red lace of her thong. She felt a perverse thrill as a warm, sticky trail of cum seeped onto Tom's pants, which were crumpled on the floor by the bed. The thought of her husband discovering the evidence of her infidelity later sent a shiver down her spine, and she pushed back into Kyle, urging him to fuck her harder.

Kyle's breath was hot and ragged in her ear, his teeth nipping at her neck as he picked up the pace. His cock was like steel inside her, stretching her to the limits of pleasure and pain. Each thrust sent waves of sensation through her body, her breasts jiggling with the **** of his movements, the fabric of her bra barely containing them. Kyle's thrusts got faster and more intense, and Emma could feel her orgasm building again.

Her pussy clenched around him, and she could feel the warmth of his cum filling her up. It began to spill out, running down her inner thighs and onto Tom's pants. The sight of her own juices mixing with Kyle's seed on her husband's clothes was almost too much, and she bit down hard on the pillow to keep from crying out. Her whole body was shaking, her orgasm building like a crescendo of pleasure that she could hardly contain.

Kyle's grip on her body loosen and she dropped on her hubby's chest, her pussy still throbbing from the intense orgasm. He pulled out with a wet sound and Emma couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction looking at Tom's peaceful face, completely unaware of the depraved act that had just been performed on top of him.

"Now, let's make this look like you had fun with him," Kyle whispered into her ear, his voice still filled with lust. "Take off his pants," he instructed.

Emma smirked as she slithered off Tom's body and began to unbuckle her husband's belt. With trembling hands, she unzipped his pants and pulled them down, exposing his soft, flaccid cock and balls. She stroked him lightly, feeling a twinge of guilt mingled with the excitement of what she was about to do.

"Open your legs," Kyle said, his own cock now softening but still covered in their combined juices. She complied, spreading her thighs wide as he stepped closer, his cum-covered cock hovering over her husband's crotch.

"What are you doing?" she whispered, playing along.

"You want him to think you were a good wife, don't you?" Kyle's eyes twinkled with mischief as he pushed Emma's dripping slit against Tom's cock, smearing juices all over it. "Let's make it look like he had the time of his life," he said, his voice filled with dark amusement.

Emma eagerly joined in on Kyle's deceptive game, her hands trembling with excitement and mischief as she positioned Tom's limp cock just so, her own juices still coating her fingers. She leaned in close to Kyle, her eyes sparkling with devilish delight. "Should we leave a little something extra?" she whispered, her breath warm and sweet against his skin.

Kyle's eyes narrowed, a wicked grin spreading across his face as he nodded. "Yeah," he said, his voice low and filled with lust. "Let's give him a taste of what he's missing." He reached down and scooped up a glob of their combined cum from Emma's thigh, then gently placed it on Tom's lips, smearing it around with his thumb. "Now, kiss him," he instructed.

Emma leaned in, her lips meeting her hubby's, the sticky residue of her affair transferring between them as she kissed him deeply. She felt a thrill, knowing that Tom would have no memory of what had really happened. His mouth was warm and inviting, and she couldn't help but feel a twinge of arousal as she kissed him with passion sharing her and Kyle's cum with her hubby.

When she pulled away, she whispered, "Goodnight, darling," her voice a perfect mix of love and deceit. She nodded to Kyle who was slowly getting out of the room. They couldn't help but exchange glances filled with excitement and anticipation for their next encounter.