It is just cream, honey.

As the front door swung open, the sound of footsteps echoed down the hallway. Kyle froze, his heart hammering in his chest, eyes darting toward Emma. She quickly stood up, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand and trying to adjust her apron. The last thing they needed right now was for Tom to walk in on them at this very moment.

Tom's voice boomed from the doorway. "What the hell is going on here?" His gaze locked on Emma, immediately noticing her disheveled state—her hair slightly tousled, her face flushed, and a faint trail of white residue on her chin.

Emma's quick thinking kicked in. She stepped forward, a defiant glint in her eyes as she faced Tom. "Tom?" she said, her voice steady but laced with an edge of calm assurance. "Why are you home early?"

Tom's jaw clenched, his eyes narrowing as he scanned her form. "Why I am? Emma, what's going on here? I come home and see you like this? What is this, huh?" His voice was sharp, a mix of confusion and anger rising in his tone.

Emma didn’t hesitate. She stepped toward him confidently, her expression fierce. "Tom, calm down. There's nothing wrong going on. I just enjoyed some cream." She pointed to the globs on her chin, her voice dropping to a low, almost playful tone. "I was just having a treat, nothing more. I was hungry, and Kyle was kind enough to share." She shot Kyle a quick look, her eyes subtly signaling that she had everything under control.

Kyle stood still, silently watching as the tension in the room swirled. He had no idea what she was about to say, but Emma’s quick thinking had always been impressive. He couldn’t help but feel a surge of curiosity as she continued her explanation.

Tom, still fuming, blinked as he processed her words. The disbelief in his eyes was obvious, but there was something in his expression that shifted. "Alright, I guess I overreacted," he muttered, his gaze shifting toward the floor. "But next time... let me know when you're getting 'treats' like that."

Kyle couldn't help but notice the strange look on Tom's face as he seemed to buy Emma’s story. It didn’t make sense—was Tom really that naive? Or, wait, he literally told him to trust his wife’s judgment. Kyle’s mind reeled with the realization—his earlier suggestion was just at work.

"It's just... I don't know, I just had this craving," Emma stepped closer to Tom, her lips curving into a soft, sweet smile as she reached up to kiss him on the lips, hoping to seal the situation with some affection and keep his mind from lingering on the strange circumstances. Her lips brushed against his gently, her kiss lingering just enough to reassure him that everything was normal. She pulled back slightly, her eyes soft and comforting as she caressed his cheek.

"There, all better now, sweetheart," she murmured, her tone light, almost playful. "Everything’s fine, I promise."

Tom looked at her, still a bit skeptical, but he seemed to relax under her touch. He nodded, though his expression remained somewhat strained. As he leaned back, he scrunched his nose slightly, as if he was picking up on something. "Hmm... the taste is a bit... bitter. That cream you had... feels like."

"Shhhh, don't worry about it," Emma whispered, her voice a soothing purr, "Tell me, why are you back so early?"

Tom took a deep breath, his brow furrowing as he tried to shake off the lingering suspicion gnawing at him. He turned away slightly, moving toward the hallway, but not before he shot Emma one more questioning glance. The tension was still there, though he tried to brush it aside, focusing instead on something else.

"Well," he began, scratching the back of his neck, "I didn’t get much work done today. Took an early lunch and ended up finishing up early. Thought I’d surprise you, but, uh..." He paused, his gaze darting back to Kyle, who was standing near the kitchen counter, trying his best to look as nonchalant as possible. "I didn’t expect to find you two... uh, hanging out."

Emma immediately sensed where the conversation was headed and quickly stepped in, her voice light and reassuring. "Tom, I told you, Kyle’s just helping me out, you know? He’s been running a few errands for me while you’ve been busy. It’s nothing unusual."

"Yeah, but..." Tom’s voice trailed off as he shot another glance at Kyle, his mind still suspicious. "I don’t know, it just seems like he’s been around a lot lately. You sure you're not getting... too comfortable with him, Em?"

"Is this what this is really about, Tom? You jealous of Kyle?" Emma asked, a small, knowing smile on her lips. "You're not honestly worried about him, are you? He's just a kid who's trying to help out. It’s nothing like what you’re thinking."

Tom shifted uncomfortably, his eyes flickering between Emma and Kyle, but he couldn’t quite bring himself to say the words. There was a moment of silence before he muttered, "I’m not jealous. Just... I don’t like having unexpected guests, you know."

Kyle, sensing the opening, decided to push things just a little further. He stepped forward casually, offering a smirk as he addressed Tom. "Tom, you ALWAYS tell the truth to your wife. Right?" The first part of that sentence made him very aware of his limitation, yet it did not seem that Tom was too opposed to the idea.

Tom blinked, a little taken aback, but his lips parted as he nodded slowly. "Well, yeah, I do. I’ve always been honest with Emma."

"So, if you're being honest... it sounds like you’re a little jealous. Am I right?" Emma continued her **** on her husband.

Tom hesitated, his cheeks flushing slightly, but after a moment of silence, he let out a frustrated sigh, finally admitting, "Okay, fine. Maybe I’m a little jealous. I just don’t like the thought of... well, you know. Him being around you."

Emma couldn't help herself. She burst into laughter, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "Oh, Tom," she teased, "You really are something else. Jealous of a kid? Come on." She turned to Kyle, shaking her head in mock disbelief. "You hear that, Kyle? My hubby’s jealous of you!"

Kyle chuckled too, giving Tom a teasing glance. "Guess I’ve got that much power over him," he joked, before looking back at Emma. "Don’t worry, Tom. I’m sure your wife will keep me in check."

Emma playfully patted Tom’s cheek, her voice warm and reassuring as she wrapped her arms around him. "Tom, there’s nothing between me and Kyle. You know that. He's just helping out, like I said. Now, how about you get back to work before you make yourself late over nothing?" She gave him a sweet, lingering kiss on the cheek, her hands smoothing his shirt down, as if pushing him back into his routine.

Tom stood there for a moment, looking slightly defeated, but he nodded, the tension in his posture easing. "Alright, alright," he muttered, still looking a little flustered. "Guess I’ve just been overthinking things. I’ll go get back to work. But..." He hesitated, looking at Emma with a softer expression, "You’re sure there’s nothing... funny going on, right?"

"Nothing at all," Emma replied, her voice confident and soothing as she kissed him once more, this time on the lips. "Now go on, don’t be late. I’ll take care of everything here."

With one last glance at Kyle, Tom sighed and reluctantly turned to head out the door, shaking his head. "You kids better not be getting into too much trouble," he grumbled, though there was a hint of amusement in his voice now. As he left, Emma’s smile grew wider, her eyes lighting up as she drop on all fours right in the hallway, and leaned forward, making her ass lift up on the full display. The thin fabric of her apron quickly lifted, revealing her bare cheeks.

"You’ve got some nerve," she whispered, her voice filled with excitement and challenge. "But are you man enough to take me, right here, right now?"

Kyle’s eyes widened in surprise, the whole dialogue with Tom almost made his adrenaline spike, and his heart was racing in his chest. But Emma’s sudden move was like a switch being flipped in him, and his cock was hardening again as he took in the sight of her bare ass waving at him like a white flag of submission.

He reached for her bare ass, his palms cupping the soft flesh. This made Emma moan a bit, "Common, stud! Make me scream before my hubby leaves the street!" she exclaimed.

Her words were like gasoline thrown on a raging bonfire. Kyle took a step closer and slammed his cock into her wet pussy, feeling her walls clench around him. She let out a muffled cry, biting her hand to keep from screaming out loud. But soon she caught her breath, "Is this all you got? Make you slut cry!!" she taunted.

He grabbed her hips, pulling her back into him with a ferocity that made the floorboards creak. Each thrust grew harder, deeper, faster. "A-A-AH!" her cries were somewhat hidden by the sound of Tom's car leaving the driveway. The adrenaline from the close call making the whole thing so much hotter. Kyle's mind raced as he fucked Emma with everything he had, the thrill getting caught pushing him to the brink.

"YES, daddy, make me cum!!" Emma’s voice grew louder, the thrill of getting caught so close making her lose any semblance of self-control. Her pussy tightened around Kyle’s cock as he pounded into her, his chubby body moving with surprising speed. "Give me your babies!" Was the tipping point, with the loud cry Kyle emptied himself inside her, feeling his cock pulse with every spurt of cum.

Feeling his hot spunk in her vagina, Emma let go and started twitching in pleasure, her orgasm rippling through her body as she felt filled. Kyle stepped back, enjoying the sight of freshly-fucked pussy juice and his cum ooze out of her. He couldn’t help but chuckle at her words, his cock still twitching from the intense climax. "This was very good, was it?"

Emma made a long moan of pleasure before finally getting her breath back to answer, "Yes, and I need more of it."