Returning home

Emily doesn't finally return home for the evening until around 7pm. Giving herself one last look over to ensure she's gotten all the cum that was on her face and tits, she knocks on the door of her apartment, no longer having a key to get inside. After a few seconds the door finally swings open, her boyfriend's surprised face greeting her on the other side.

"Oh, hey babe. How come you didn't just let yourself in?" He says with a frown.

"Hey babe. I lost my keys at some point last night." She says with a sad expression.

"Oh no, how did that happen?" He asks, giving her a peck on the cheek and letting her inside.

"I think I must've dropped it at some point." She answers, walking past him to stash her bag with all its incriminating contents in the bedroom closet.

"Wow, must have been one hell of a girls' night. I'll go make you a copy after work tomorrow." He says to her.

"That would be perfect, thanks." She says, biting her lip nervously at the thought of all the other copies that were probably being made right now.

The young couple carries on with their nightly routine as usual, with Emily finally eating some proper food before getting ready for bed. The two of them are lying in bed all cuddled up, her boyfriend sound asleep and Emily half way there, her mind preoccupied with the memories from last night. She's tossing up whether she needs to go masturbate in the bathroom before she can sleep or not when she hears her phone vibrate on her bedside table. She curiously picks it up to find a message from an unsaved number.

I'm finna come stretch that pussy out hoe, get it nice and wet for me so you ready when I arrive.

Immediately she has an idea of who sent her the text, although it could be one of many. Her heart starts racing at the thought of a random black man just letting himself into her apartment whilst her boyfriend is asleep in their bed. He was a deep sleeper, but there was no way he wouldn't wake up if he heard her ass cheeks clapping accompanied by her whorish moans coming from the living room.

You can't right now, my boyfriend's here.

You think I care about that hoe. You just gonna have to try and stay quiet, although I know that's always a struggle for you when you got a BBC in yo pussy hahaha.

**** to divert him she does some quick thinking and comes up with an alternative plan.

Just park outside, I'll meet you in your car.

She bites her lip at the thought of cheating on her boyfriend practically in public, right out the front of their own apartment complex. It was far better than the alternative of the other side of their bedroom door though.

Fine, you got two minutes to get your ass down here before I'm coming up and using my copy of this key you gave us.

Emily jumps out of bed as quickly and silently as she can, **** not to wake her boyfriend. She decides she has no time to get dressed and put something on to cover up what she normally sleeps in these days, a white tank top and a thong. She would simply have to hope no one else saw her going outside in such a slutty outfit late at night.

She makes her way down the stairs, avoiding an awkward conversation with one of her neighbours in the elevator. Using a back door, she makes her way to the alley on the side of her building, sneakily but quickly making her way to the street. Once outside, she spots a car parked out front, recognising one of the men from the night before behind the wheel. Ensuring the coast is clear, she runs over and jumps into the back seat, her heart racing from the adrenaline of being right out front of her own apartment building in nothing but a tank top and a thong.

"Aight hoe, lets make this quick. I got places to be." He says, climbing into the back seat with her.

Not long after and Emily's panties are pulled to the side whilst she rides his cock in the back seat of his car.

She squirts on his leather seats three times before using her mouth to finish him off, carefully swallowing every last drop to remove any evidence of her adultery. She has to bite the head rest on his front seat to stop herself from squealing like a whore with each orgasm and waking up her whole neighbourhood, alerting them all to the very public location of her affair. When the man is finished with her he lets her out of his car, spanking her ass before shutting the door and driving off without another word.

Her lust satisfied for tonight, Emily returns back up to her apartment where she realises that in her rush she forgot to grab her boyfriend's key before exiting. As she stands in front of her apartment door with no phone, no key and no clothes except for her slutty panties (which are now soaked through) and revealing top, she realizes her predicament.

Not seeing any alternative, she knocks on her door. After getting no response, she knocks louder, realising she'll have to wake up her boyfriend. Again, nothing. Not sure what else to do, she pounds on the door as loud as she can, but still there's no response. Her boyfriend must have been fast asleep. She stands there, unsure what to do, for some time.

"Oh dear, have you gotten locked outside?" A soft voice says from behind her.

Emily's cheeks flush red with embarrassment as she realises that she's no longer alone in her apartment hallway. She turns around to see her neighbour from across the hall standing in their open front doorway. She's an older lady who lives alone. She looks Emily up and down, taking in her skimpy nightwear as she awaits a response. Emily knows that the old lady would most certainly have already spotted the bright red spank marks on her ass, left completely exposed by the slutty thong that alone adorned her lower half. She had never felt more on display in her life.

"Oh... um... yes, I think I sleep walked out here." Emily says, quickly coming up with a lie to explain her predicament.

"Come inside and you can try calling your husband." The old lady says.

"Oh, thank you so much." Emily says, following her inside in what is most certainly the most embarrassing moment of her life.

"He's umm... he's not my husband, you know, Ms Granville." Emily says, immediately not quite sure why she added that detail, perhaps to reduce the guilt she feels for the real reason she wound up locked outside her apartment.

"Oh my, not even married and that's what you wear to sleep with him. Women these days truely have no shame." Ms Granville says in an exceedingly judgemental tone.

If she thought that was scandalous behaviour, Emily couldn't help but think the little old lady would have a heart attack if she knew what else she had gotten up to that weekend. She pushes through the awkwardness of being judged and calls her husband, desperately hoping he picks up.

Thankfully for her, he does and she explains the situation, sticking to the lie that she sleep walked outside. He sounds concerned, but happily lets her back inside. Emily barely sleeps that night, still calming down from the embarrassment of what just happened, and all for some dick. Even still, she doesn't regret it.