Warm...wet...lips....

You let yourself be pushed into the seat of the couch. Your head is swimming...intoxicated by the illicit act. Your shorts are quickly undone and dragged to your ankles, and Kayla pushes her dress down to her waist, scooting in between your knees to rub her enhanced tits against your flagpole.

"Shust....relaxxx...." she's still slurring as she drools onto your cock and rubs the spit into the valley of her ample chest. "Let me make you feel good,baby."
You lean back, letting this pleasure happen. Her tits rub sensually against our shaft, and you moan softly at the lovely sensation.
"You have a real nice dick, James..." she whispers as she works."Jenna should...n't take it for granted...."
"What are you talking about....mmm...." you groan with pleasure, but your concern is rising.
"I watched her tonight. It's just my opinion...but a faithful woman doesn't dance like that with other men..."
"I told.. you.... mmm..." you shift, stepping out of your pants and spreading your knees wider. "We have a rule..."
"Yeah..." Kayla leans down, engulfing your head in her warm, wet mouth. The insides of her cheeks are velvety and hot....you let out a long groan of pleasure. "I know what you said...but I also know what I saw..."
You suppose its a little hypocritical to worry about Jenna's fidelity while you're getting a titty fuck from Kayla, but the worm of worry does start to work its way into your mind. It's a double standard. You can fool around, but if Jenna..... "I...."
"Shh....don't worry about all that right now. Just enjoy this."
A few minutes of drunken tittyfucking and slobbering ensues, culminating in some of the sloppiest deepthroating you've ever received. Your balls tighten, and you grip Kayla's hair as you shoot a load into her hungry mouth.
"fffffffffffff.....uck...."
"Mmmmhmmm...." she moans as she shows you the puddle of cum in her mouth.

She swallows, smiling. "Thanks for the nut, James. Now go back to your lovely wife. I need to get some sleep..."
You dress and sneak back upstairs, not knowing how to feel. Guilt over your indiscretions meshes incongruously with suspicion over Jenna. You slide back in under the covers, but sleep is slow in returning.