Yes -Blink

Samuel finally broke the kiss. A thick string of saliva connected him to Amelia for a brief second before snapping. Amelia gasped for air, her chest heaving violently.

"Good girl," Samuel murmured, his thumbs wiping the moisture from her flushed cheeks. "See? That's how you kiss someone properly."

He gave her swollen lips another wet smooch, carelessly gripped her open blouse, and in one swift motion slid the garment down her arms and tossed it aside right next to her discarded denim shorts.

"Oh my, " Amelia panted, seeing her white blouse being tossed carelessly on the dirty floor. Her mind was floating elsewhere. "That was... that kiss was so deep, Samuel."

"And that's how it should be. From now on, you should only kiss like that, understood?" he chuckled. "Well, maybe not with Marcus, he doesn't seem to like fun things."

She smiled foolishly, her naive heart swelling with pride at the validation. "I promise. I'll give you proper kisses from now on only."

Samuel didn't waste any time. He gripped her narrow waist, hoisted her up easily, and set her down on the marble of his kitchen counter.

"Eep!" Amelia’s bare thighs parted instinctively to wrap around his hips. "Geez, Samuel, the stone is freezing!"

"It'll cool you down," Samuel said, adjusting himself between her legs.

Samuel's crotch lined up perfectly with her pink slit. Even through his thick trousers, he could perfectly feel the moisture of her wetness. He wanted nothing more than to lay her down and fuck her roughly. But he knew better. He had controlled himself until today; rushing the final wall here might break her out of the trance. He wanted a completely compliant Amelia who would be at his beck and call, whenever and wherever he required.

Thinking so, he leaned forward and buried his face directly into her deep, sweaty cleavage. He nuzzled the soft, pale flesh for a moment before opening his mouth and latching onto her stiff, pink left nipple. He sucked it hard, while his right hand aggressively kneaded her other breast.

Amelia jumped, her back arching. "Geez! Samuel! you surprised me," she giggled, her hands flying up to rest on his gray hair. She wiggled her legs, completely tickled by the sudden, wet heat. "Ahaha, What are you doing~"

"Sucking your tits what else?" He said as a matter of fact-ly.

"My word Samuel, you're acting like a hungry little kid! Are you craving for your mother?"

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Samuel pulled back with a loud smack "A kid? I'm just enjoying my slut's body, does a kid do this too?" He moved to her right breast, giving the nipple a firm pinch before latching on again. "Besides, I told Marcus I needed you to teach me how to handle these heavy tomatoes. I'm just practicing. Though I've got to say, you have such gorgeous tits, Amelia. You must do a lot of cardio to keep them so perky"

Amelia beamed, her chest puffing out proudly. "I told you! I exercise every single day,"

"Well, you're a good bitch for keeping yourself so tight," Samuel praised. As he slurped at her breast, his right hand slowly trailed down her flat stomach.

He slipped his fingers past her belly button, reaching the soft, golden curls of her pubes. He didn't hesitate. He cupped her bare pussy, his thumb immediately finding her swollen clit.

Amelia gasped sharply, her giggles dying instantly in her throat. Her eyes snapped open.

"Wait, oh my! Samuel, stop!" She grabbed his thick wrist, genuinely panicked. Her ingrained, religious upbringing finally hit a sudden, hard boundary.

Samuel paused, keeping his hand firmly planted against her soaking wet slit. "What’s wrong, my sweet whore? You were just getting comfortable."

"You can't go down there!" she squeaked, her face burning red. "That's... oh heavens, that's for married couples only!"

Samuel raised an eyebrow. "Amelia, you're sitting butt-naked on my kitchen counter with your tits in my mouth. What exactly are you worried about?"

"It's different!" Amelia pleaded with an earnest whisper. "I promised that I'll be your slut, Samuel. And I really am, you can do anything with me, I also enjoy your company. B-but this is cheating! Touching the sacred spot of a woman.. that's for married couples only, and I'm married to Marcus!"

Samuel stared at her earnest face. Internally, he wanted to just roar with laughter at this absurdity. The mental gymnastics of this woman were truly staggering. She was sitting completely naked on his kitchen counter, her breasts covered in his saliva, letting him call her a whore happily, yet she firmly drew the moral line at his fingers touching her pussy?

He used all his nerves to keep his face straight, adopting a mask of gentle wisdom.

"Amelia, honey," Samuel sighed with a gentle smile. He looked her dead in the eyes. "Cheating is when a man puts his cock inside you. Did I take my pants off?"

"N-no..." she stammered.

"Exactly," Samuel reasoned smoothly. "I'm not putting my dick in you. We aren't fucking. This is just pleasuring. It's practically a massage. A sweet woman like you spends her whole day cleaning a house, cooking, dealing with a husband who doesn't want you to have fun, and raising a teenage boy who doesn't even talk to you properly. So as your friend, I just wanted to make you feel a little better. Do you think getting a back massage makes you a cheater?"

"So... it doesn't count as real cheating?" she whispered, her resolve crumbling.

"Not even close," Samuel promised. "Now, open your legs a little wider for me, aren't you my slut?."

"Yes.. I am your slut," she mumbled sweetly, letting her thighs fall wider apart.

Samuel didn't hesitate and pushed two wrinkled fingers directly past her dripping wet lips and deep inside her tight cunt.

Amelia’s back arched violently. "Ahhh!"

Samuel began to pump his fingers in and out of her tight cunt, his thumb simultaneously pressing hard against her clit. Sending waves of pleasure to her brain.

"Oh my... oh! Anh... S-Samuel!" Amelia gasped, her head thrashing side to side. "Geez... it feels... ahh! So much!"

"Sweet Jesus, you are soaked," Samuel grunted, increasing his pace.

Amelia moaned, her fingernails digging desperately into Samuel's shoulders. "Mmm... yes... right there... please!"

"Please what?" Samuel teased, leaning in to bite her neck in the heat of the moment, but catching himself just in time. A bruise there would be impossible to hide... "Huh slut? What are you saying, please say clearly."

"S-Samuel... Samuel, don't stop! Massage me... massage me harder!"

"Greedy whore," he mocked, twisting his fingers sharply inside her.

"Ahh.. oh.. anh...anh....anh Oh! Oh!" Amelia completely lost her mind. The intense, overwhelming pressure built rapidly in her lower belly. Her eyes rolled back, and her toes curled against Samuel's waist. "Oh-my-gosh! Oh-my-gosh! I'm gonna- I'm gonna-!"

Samuel kissed her mouth shut to muffle her scream as her first orgasm ripped through her. Her vaginal walls clamped down tightly around Samuel's fingers, spasming continuously. A massive gush of hot fluids completely soaked his hand and dripped down the marble face of the kitchen cabinets.

Amelia slumped forward, her heavy breasts resting on his chest, panting like a dying animal. "hhah.. oh my... goodness.... hah....Samuel... that was.... amazing.." she wheezed, trying to rest her body.

But Samuel didn't pull his hand away. He just smirked and immediately resumed pumping his fingers into her ultra-sensitive, twitching flesh.

"Ah! Wait! I already..." Amelia gasped, her eyes flying open.

"Did I say we were done?" Samuel smirked "A good slut doesn't tell a man when to stop. I know how to relax my bitch. You're going to keep going until I say so."

"But... oh my! Ahh! It's too sensitive! Ah, Samuel... ahhh!"

Amelia’s protests melted instantly back into ****, wet moans. Her red, slick vaginal walls tightening around Samuel's fingers as if to encourage him.

"Mmm... yes! Yes! Ahhh!"

She climaxed a second time, her voice echoing loudly in the empty house. She barely had thirty seconds to recover before Samuel shifted his angle again, hitting a deep, sensitive spot that made her hips buck wildly out of control.

"Look at you," Samuel laughed darkly. "Liam would be shocked to see his sweet, innocent mother acting like a horny bitch."

"Ahhh! Don't... don't talk about- about Liammmm! Ahhh! I'm cumming! I'm cumming again! Ahhhh!"

Amelia whined, the mental image sending another massive rush of blood to her crotch. "He'd... he wouldn't... like... what I'm doing..."

Amelia let out a long, ragged wail, her body completely giving out. Her thighs clamped weakly against Samuel's waist. She was utterly exhausted.

Samuel finally pulled his slick fingers out of her, wiping them casually on a dish towel sitting on the counter.

Amelia's golden hair was plastered to her forehead with sweat as she looked up at Samuel through half-lidded, dilated eyes. Full with unspoken gratitude.

According to her logic, she had just enjoyed an amazing, intimate and pleasurable massage from a good friend. She was a good, fun, honest slut and also a loyal wife.

"Fuhhh...... Samuel," she breathed out a cool gust of air, her sweet voice completely devoid of its usual energy. "That was... a really good massage.... Thank you."

Samuel smirked, tossing the towel aside. "We're just getting started, sweetheart."