Sucking off John in the bathroom [cuckquean route]

Rachel could hear the water running in the bathroom, a pointless noise that tried to mask what John was actually doing in there. Jacking off his guilt, probably, or at least trying to. She didn’t bother knocking. Instead, she tried the knob and, finding it unlocked, slipped inside, then closed the door quietly behind her.

"Hello, John," Rachel said, barely containing her glee at the sight before her.

There was John, an utter mess of a man. His cock was out, obviously, the shaft pinched between the waistband of his underwear and his stomach. And it was absolutely slathered in pre-cum, the head so angry and purple it looked about to burst.

In a flash, Rachel dropped to her knees.

“W-what are you doing? N-no. Not here, not with my wife and daughter—” John whispered, but there was no fight in him, in fact his cock only twitched as Rachel's lips drew closer.

Rachel just ignored his pleas, taking his cock into her mouth with a violent hunger. She wanted him to memorize the warmth of her mouth surrounding his cock. She wanted to erase any idea John might've had about having a faithful marriage and replace it all with the memory of her tongue.

Rachel worked her tongue along the underside of his wet shaft, letting the head of his cock press deep into the roof of her mouth, then further, until her lips met his pubic hair. She inhaled, pleased to note a hint of her own lipstick left behind from that morning. He was still marked.

Then, she started thrusting herself forward. Fast and deep, clutching at John's thighs for increased leverage.

God, it was almost sad how quickly she could reduce him. How little resistance it took before John's eyes had rolled back, moaning as his cock was sheathed in the throat of this little home wrecker.

She kept her rhythm punishing, a relentless piston of throat and lips and spit. No mercy for John, especially not since he was letting her do this to him with his wife and daughter not that far away. She tasted the salt of his pre-cum and let it slide down her throat. As she took him, Rachel wondered if he'd remember this now every time he brushed his teeth, used the sink, or looking the mirror.

A sudden knock on the door. Penny. “John? Honey? You doing okay in there?”

Rachel **** John’s cock into the back of her throat, gagging, daring him to moan. Daring him to give them away.

“Y-y-ah-yes!” John whimpered, barely holding back his moans. “Do you need something?”

“I just can’t find Rachel. Do you know where she went?”

“Um, no… Maybe outside?” The words came out as a strangled moan. "T-to get some fresh air?"

“Hm,” Penny said, lingering at the door. “Guess I’ll look around. Are you sure you're okay, honey?"

John looked down, making direct eye contact with Rachel, whose mascara was now running with the **** she was pummeling herself against John's crotch. "Rachel," he hissed, "I can't, oh god, oh fuck—"

"What was that, John?" sounded Penny's sweet voice.

Rachel was in heaven. She pressed her tongue flat against the underside of his cock, feeling the way his cock pulsed uncontrollably. She wanted to ruin him, wanted him to cum in her mouth while his wife stood not three feet away, separated only by a few inches of plywood.

"I'm okay!" John groaned. "Be out soon!"

Rachel gagged, on purpose, of course. She'd long ago eliminated her gag reflex, but she liked the way men reacted when her throat muscles flexed against their sensitive cockheads. Then, Rachel drew back, then drove her mouth down again, far enough for her nose to mash against his stomach, far enough for her eyes to tear up. Over and over again she drew back and then plunged down again. No mercy. Forcing the tip of his cock to knock against the back of her throat in a steady rhythm.

"Okay," Penny finally said, still lingering by the door. Rachel could only hope she would hear the squelching sounds of her husband's cock stuffed down the throat of a girl half his age. "I love you!" Penny added.

Rachel felt the panic in John. It was more than just guilt at his wife professing her love for him from the other side of the door, it was a raw terror that she might open the door and see him, pants around his ankles, getting his dick deep-throated by the neighbor girl. Rachel upped the pace, slurping messily, saliva and pre-cum pooling at the corner of her mouth and dripping down her chin.

"I-I..." John mouthed, the words almost inaudible. Rachel felt herself moisten. She wanted John to say it. Needed him to. "I-I love you too, Penny!"

There it was.

He exploded, wet and hot against her tongue. Rachel didn't slow. She milked John with her lips, swallowing every drop of adulterous seed, making sure he felt every inch of suction. Finally, when she was done, Rachel let his cock slide from her mouth with a wet pop.

Penny had walked away, satisfied by her husband's answers. Rachel, too, was satisfied, at least for now. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and stood, straightening her dress like nothing had happened.

"See you at dessert," Rachel said, before leaving the sorry man alone in the bathroom again.