Kinks of service

Emma and Tom were still locked in a heated kiss when Tom’s hands began to wander too boldly. In the midst of their embrace, Emma pulled back sharply, her eyes flashing a silent warning. Her lips, still slightly swollen from their passionate connection, trembled with a mix of desire and reproach.

"Tom," she said with a hint of irritation, "not now. Kyle’s here."

Tom froze for a second, then smirked. "Oh, come on, really?" he said, his hand still lingering a moment too long.

Emma sighed, clearly not in the mood to deal with him right now. "Yes, really. Behave," she said, her voice sharp.

Kyle, standing awkwardly in the kitchen, couldn’t help but feel a weird sense of satisfaction watching Emma shut down Tom. He didn’t know why, but it felt good. However, seeing Tom’s dissatisfied face really made him feel really good.

Tom, clearly annoyed, stood up and started heading for the stairs. "Fine," he muttered. "I’ll be upstairs. Don’t take too long."

Emma nodded, a look of relief washing over her. She turned to Kyle, a playful smile curling on her lips. "Thanks, Kyle," she said, walking over to him and planting a quick kiss on his cheek. "Guess I’ll go finish things upstairs with Tom," she added with a wink.

Kyle's stomach twisted at the mention of her going back to her husband. The casual way Emma spoke about it—like it was no big deal—didn’t sit right with him. He tried to smile, but the feeling of discomfort bubbled up in his chest. He wasn’t sure why, but hearing her talk about going back to Tom like that, so nonchalantly, made him feel… odd.

"Right, well... uh, have fun," Kyle managed, trying to hide his discomfort. He stood there, feeling the awkwardness between them. "Wait, Emma," he said, catching her before she could leave. "Are you okay? I mean... if Tom finds out we had sex? He’s gonna be mad!"

Emma paused, her hand on the door handle. She looked back at him, shrugging casually. "Why is that?" she said with a shrug. "I did it with you. It’s not cheating."

Kyle blinked. Then he remembered. It was me—he was the one who got her thinking like that, that it wasn’t cheating if it was with him. It was literally the weird and unbelievable thing he told her on the night she caught him in her bathroom. And she believed... still believes it. Fuck, I need to be careful here.

"Yeah, but... he’s still your husband. He’s gonna get pissed if he finds out," Kyle said, trying to keep it together. "You should keep it a secret, you got it?"

Emma thought for a moment, then shrugged again. "I guess you’re right," she said casually. "Alright, I’ll keep it quiet. No big deal..." She flashed him a smile and already made a step back, before turning, and leaned in, wrapping her arms around Kyle in a tight hug.

She pressed a quick kiss to his cheek, then pulled back with a teasing smile. "Why so gloomy, Kyle?" she asked, her tone light and playful. "You don’t want big, mean Tommy to play with your toy, do you?" she added with a smirk, her words dripping with amusement.

Kyle's heart raced, a mix of confusion and unease hitting him all at once. He didn’t know how to react to her teasing, especially with the weight of what she was saying. Was she just messing with him, or did she actually think that’s what he was concerned about? But, if he is being honest.

"Yea... I don't want you to have sex with your husband."

Emma raised an eyebrow, her playful smile never fading. "Oh? Why would you stop me?" she asked, her voice dripping with curiosity. "I thought you were okay with it all, Kyle."

Kyle's heart skipped a beat as the tension in the room grew thicker. He didn't know what made him feel bold, but somehow the words slipped out before he could stop them. "Well, you did say I’m better at it than your husband," he said, trying to sound more confident than he felt.

Emma froze for a moment, her eyes widening as she remembered the conversation they’d had earlier. She bit her lip, her gaze flickering away for just a second before returning to him. "I did, didn't I?" she said quietly, her tone taking on a mischievous edge.

"I’ll figure something out," she said, her voice more serious now, but still laced with the same playful glint in her eyes. "Maybe we’ll find a way where you don’t have to worry about him. But for now, I should probably get going."

She smiled one last time, her hand brushing against his arm as she stepped back toward the stairs. "Don’t be so gloomy, Kyle," she teased again. "It’s not like you won’t get another chance to play with this toy," she took his hand placed it on her warm, damp pussy, "Very soon." Her warm voice made him shiver.

"Just sit tight, and wait. It won't take long." Emma winked at Kyle, her eyes glinting with mischief before turning on her heel and heading upstairs. The sway of her hips was mesmerizing, and Kyle couldn't help but watch, his mind spinning, wondering what she meant by that.

He sank heavily onto the couch, heart still racing, trying to process everything. The muffled voices from upstairs drifted down to him.

"Nay, he is—"

"Yes, we—"

"No—"

"Dear, please!" That was definitely Tom, his voice tight with frustration. For some reason, hearing it made Kyle feel... good. He wasn’t sure why, but it was there.

"No, sit!" Emma’s voice cut through the tension, firm and commanding.

"Don’t move!" Emma’s voice again, but this time she sounded a little flushed, almost breathless. The sound of her commands left Kyle feeling uneasy.

"Dear, I am-" Suddenly there was a loud slap and noises stopped.

The door closed, and Kyle heard footsteps coming down the stairs. For a moment, he considered hiding, but then he realized it was Emma.

Emma entered the room, a wry smile on her lips as she casually walked toward Kyle. "Well, that was fast," she said, her voice laced with a dismissive tone. "It’s a shame, really. He was in much better shape before he took that awful job."

She sat next to him, her smile never fading. "Oh, stop it. It was just a little hand-action. I didn’t let him spoil your toy," she added with a teasing wink, leaning in to kiss Kyle as if trying to convince him she was being completely honest.

The kiss was brief but intense, and when she pulled back, the playful glint in her eyes remained. Kyle wasn’t sure whether to feel relieved or confused, but he couldn’t deny the strange mix of emotions stirring inside him.

"Oh dear," Emma looked at his face and leaned back, opening her robe and spreading her legs, "You don't believe me?" Her face expressed mock offense. "Well, check for yourself." She nodded at her barely covered pussy, daring Kyle to uncover the truth.

Kyle's eyes went straight to her center. He moved the cloth to a side, and there it was—her pussy, glistening and untouched since he had last been inside her. Not that he didn't trust her, but the sight was reassuring. He leaned in closer, his breath hot on her skin. He could smell her sweet scent, and it made his cock throb with desire.

"Do you mind?" Kyle's voice was a hoarse whisper as he leaned in, his eyes hungrily staring at Emma's pussy.

Emma looked at him with surprise and excitement. "What? You want to...?"

"Yeah," Kyle nodded, his hand sliding up her thigh. "I want to taste you."

Emma's expression softened, and she leaned back against the couch cushions, her legs spreading wider for him. "Okay, Kyle," she murmured, her voice thick with need. "But you don’t have to-"

"I know," he said again, his hand moving to the back of her knee to lift her leg over his shoulder. "But I want to."

And with that, he buried his face between her thighs. The first touch of his tongue against her clit sent a jolt of pleasure through her body. Her back arched, and she gripped the armrests of the couch tightly. "Oh, Kyle," she moaned, her eyes rolling back in her head.

The sound of his tongue lapping at her juices was the only thing that filled the room. Kyle was relentless, his mouth working magic on her. He licked and sucked, his teeth grazing her sensitive flesh just enough to make her gasp.

"Oh, fuck!" she cried out, her nails digging into the couch. "Yes, yes, right there!" Her hands moved to his hair, grabbing and pushing his face deeper into her folds. Kyle's tongue danced around her clit, his nose pressing against her as he inhaled her sweet scent. He had never felt more alive than he did in this moment, his mouth full of her.

Emma's hips began to buck, pushing her pussy against Kyle's face. He took it all, eagerly devouring her. Her moans grew louder, her breaths coming in quick, sharp gasps. "Oh, baby," she murmured, her voice filled with lust and surprise. "You're so much better than Tom."

The words were like a **** to Kyle, making him want to give her more, to show her just how much he could please her. He slid two fingers inside her, curling them to hit her G-spot while his tongue flicked rapidly over her clit. The combination was too much, and she screamed, her body convulsing with pleasure.

Kyle didn't stop, his tongue and fingers working in perfect harmony. He could feel her getting closer and closer to the edge, her body tightening around him. "Oh, Kyle," she moaned. "You're going to make me cum again."

And then she did, her pussy pulsing around his digits as she rode out her orgasm. Kyle didn’t stop until her body went limp, her breathing evening out. He sat up, his face covered in her juices, and grinned. "How was that?" he asked, his voice smug.

Emma looked up at him, trying to regain her composure. "Kiss me."

He didn’t hesitate, capturing her lips with his, tasting himself on her. The kiss grew more intense, her tongue dueling with his, and she felt his cock pressing against her thigh. She pushed him back slightly, her eyes dark with lust. "Fuck me," she breathed against his mouth. "Fuck me with your big, beautiful cock."

Kyle groaned, his own desire spiking at her words. "You want me to fuck you?" he asked, his voice rough.

"Yes," she whispered, her hand reaching for his belt. "I want you to fill me up, Kyle. Make me hate Tom's little dick."

The words hit him like a punch to the gut, but his cock grew even harder at the thought. He helped her get rid of his pants, his erection springing free. "You ready then?" he asked, his voice thick with need.

"More than ever," she moaned, pushing him back down between her legs. "Fuck me like you own me," she begged, her voice ****.

Kyle didn’t need any more encouragement. He positioned himself at her entrance and pushed in, her warmth enveloping him like a glove. He heard her gasp, and he knew he was giving her what she wanted.

"Oh, god, yes," she murmured, her eyes shut tight. "You’re so much better than him."

Her words made him go faster, deeper. He could feel himself getting closer to the edge, but he didn’t want to cum just yet. He wanted to make this last, to show her just how good he could be.

Emma’s nails dug into his back as he thrust into her, her breath coming in ragged gasps. "Fuck me harder," she begged. "Make me forget about my stupid hubby."

Kyle’s rhythm grew more punishing, his cock slamming into her with a **** that made the couch shake. "You don’t need him," he grunted, his voice strained. "You have me."

Her walls tightened around him, and he knew she was close. He reached down and found her clit, rubbing it in time with his thrusts. "Cum for me," he urged, his voice a low growl.

Emma's eyes snapped open, and she stared up at him, her expression a mix of anger and ecstasy. "Fill me up, like my stupid hubby never did!" she cried out, her voice strained.

Kyle's mind raced as he felt the warmth of his cum leaking out of her pussy. For a split second, fear took hold, but then he felt a strange sense of power. He could give her this, something Tom apparently never had. He leaned back and watched as his cum spilled out of her, then he grinned.

"You liked that, didn't you?" he said, his voice full of satisfaction. "You liked the creampie."

Emma nodded, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment. "Yeah," she murmured, "I liked it."

He leaned back down, his fingers sliding into her pussy again. This time, he used them to push his cum back inside her. The sensation was incredible, watching his own cum get sucked back into her body.

"Oh, fuck," she moaned, her eyes rolling back in her head. "Your cum feels so good."

He pumped his fingers in and out of her, watching as she squirmed beneath him. "You’re a good little slut," he whispered, his voice filled with a dark satisfaction.

Emma's orgasm washed over her again, and she bucked against his hand. "Thank you," she panted when it was over. "That was... that was amazing."

Kyle's heart swelled with pride. He had done it. He had given her something Tom couldn’t, something she craved. He leaned down and kissed her again, tasting himself on her lips. "You’re welcome," he murmured against her mouth.

Their kiss continued as Kyle felt himself getting lost in the heat of the moment, his hands roaming over her body with an urgency that seemed to be consuming him. Emma’s hands were equally as busy, exploring his chest and back, her nails leaving faint trails of pleasure behind. They were like two magnets drawn together, their bodies fitting together in a way that felt so natural it was almost eerie.

"Mm," she murmured against his lips, her breath hot and ****. "Kyle…"

Her hands, though still caressing him, started moving with a different purpose—pulling his shirt back over his head, guiding his arms through the sleeves. Kyle barely noticed, too lost in the way her lips trailed along his jaw, her fingers grazing his skin with lingering affection.

"You should go," she whispered between kisses, her tone gentle but firm. "It’s not that I don’t want you here, it’s just... you’ve already done more than enough for me today." She hesitated, cheeks flushing. "And—well—I really appreciate... you know…" Her voice trailed off, but the way she squeezed his hand and looked away shyly made it clear. She was talking about how he had pleased her.

Kyle smirked, about to respond, but she silenced him with another kiss. All the while, her hands worked with surprising efficiency, pulling his pants back up, fastening them, smoothing out his shirt. He was so caught up in her touch, her warmth, that he didn’t even register what was happening until he suddenly felt cold air hit his face.

The soft click of the door locking snapped him back to reality.

He was outside.

She was gone.

For a second, he blinked in confusion, then, slowly, a grin spread across his face. He didn’t mind. In fact, he felt... happy.