The question

The kitchen table was already a regular to them. It had seen more action than a Vegas blackjack dealer, but today was different.

"Yes daddy! Make me cum like a cheating whore! Fill me with your seed!" The housewife, who couple of weeks ago was making salads and sandwiches for her loving husband, now was begging for a teenager's load in the most depraved way possible. Her eyes, usually filled with love and care, now had a hungry glint, looking back at him over her shoulder, her mouth open in pleasure, her breasts bouncing with every thrust.

"You like that?!" Kyle grunted, his chubby frame shaking with the exertion as he continued to fuck her, "You like my cock in your pussy?" He grabbed her hips with renewed vigor, pushing her back onto the table, making the plates and silverware clatter against the wood.

Emma's legs curled around him, her heels digging into his back as she pushed herself against him, begging for more. "Yes, Sir! Please, harder!" The plates and silverware fell to the floor, shattering into a hundred pieces as they lost themselves in the moment.

With a roar, Kyle grabbed her under her arms and turned her on her back, her apron fluttering to the floor as he positioned her on the table. Her legs fell open, and he stepped between them, his cock still rock hard and glistening with their combined juices. He stared down at her, his eyes filled with a fiery lust that made her stomach flutter. "Now, slut," he said, "You're going to be a good cheating slut."

Emma’s smiled as she felt his hands on her knees, showing her to spread her legs even wider. She reached with her hand to cup Kyle's face, "I am your cheating cumslut, daddy." Her legs curled around his waist, pulling him closer, "And this cheating cumslut wants daddy to feel her up with his babies!"

The words alone were enough to make Kyle's cock throb, and with a grin, he leaned down, capturing her mouth in a kiss that was more claim than affection. His tongue probed her mouth as his hands found her breasts, squeezing and pinching her small, sensitive nipples. Soon enough he twitched on top of her while her hands and legs pulled him in deeper. For a couple of minutes they stayed connected, quietly breathing into each other's mouths.

Emma was first to reach for a kiss, she looked a bit unsure. "Daddy," she asked looking slightly to the side, "I know you usually spend afternoon with Sandra, but..."

Kyle almost chuckled looking at the MILF almost twice his age blush, "What is it... slut?" He knew what she was getting at, but he liked to play with her mind a little bit.

Her eyes widened and she took a deep breath before speaking, "Could... could you spend more time with me today? I think... I want to ask you something." Emma looked at Kyle with her best pleading expression, which probably would be swaying, if Kyle was not ready to do whatever she asked him anyway.

He pulled out of her, his cock still pulsing with need, and took her hand. "Alright," Kyle said, "But I want to get some breakfast first." He grabbed his phone from the counter, and with a few quick taps, he had a pizza on its way.

Emma was about to get the broom to clean the mess when Kyle raised a hand, stopping her. His soft but firm tone had a way of commanding attention. “Emma, leave it. Let your hubby handle it, when he comes back.”

Emma glanced up, arching an eyebrow. “Kyle, I can’t just leave broken plates lying around. It’s irresponsible.”

Kyle smirked. “Oh no, he is gonna clean it up!.” His tone was playful, but there was an undertone of seriousness. “Besides, I definitely want to get back to him for the whole - you are my wife pet project thing!" Kyle was about to go on a rant, if not stopped by Emma's kiss.

"I will do that. I will tell my hubby to clean up your mess." Emma’s lips curved into a knowing smile, her eyes locking with Kyle’s as if to say she could read every thought in his mind.

Kyle grinned. “Deal. Now, let’s order some pizza and relax. What do you think?”

Emma chuckled. “You’re impossible. Fine, pizza it is. Any preferences?”

“Pepperoni. Can’t go wrong with a classic,” Kyle said with a wink. “But before the pizza gets here, how about we hit the shower? Feels like we’ve been running around all day.”

Emma blushed, surprising Kyle again, “Together?”

Kyle chuckled, “I have just being all over you, too late to be shy!" He grabbed his neighbor's wife hand and lead her to the shower. The warm water cascaded over their sweaty bodies, washing away the grime of the day's activities. Kyle took the soap and started to lather Emma's body, his hands moving in slow circles around her waist before heading up to her breasts.

Emma watched him in the mirror, her eyes half-lidded with lust as the bubbles danced around her nipples. The way Kyle's eyes followed his hands, his gaze never leaving hers, made her stomach clench. He dropped to his knees, the water running down his face mixing with a grin that was pure mischief. “You know what I’ve been craving?” he murmured, his breath hot against her skin.

She bit her lip and looked down at him, her eyes filled with a mix of excitement and anticipation. "What's that, daddy?" she asked, her voice low and breathy.

With a knowing smile, Kyle leaned in closer, his breath tickling her neck. "Your sweet, tight pussy," he murmured, his voice dropping to a growl. "I've been thinking about getting a taste for a while."

Emma's cheeks flushed and she nodded eagerly. "Yes, daddy. Whatever you want." She stepped under the showerhead, letting the warm water beat down on her, rinsing away the soap as Kyle's hands slid down to her hips, guiding her closer to the wall.

He knelt down before her, his eyes never leaving hers as he parted her legs. The water flowed around them, creating a steamy atmosphere in the bathroom. Kyle took a deep breath, his gaze dropping to the pink, glistening flesh before him. He leaned in, his tongue tracing the contours of her labia, teasing and tasting her. Emma's knees trembled, her breath hitching as she felt his mouth close around her clit.

The sensation was exquisite. Unlike Tom, who had always been clumsy and tentative with his tongue, Kyle was a maestro, his every touch and suck sending waves of pleasure through her. "Oh, thank you, Sandra," she murmured remembering Kyle telling her about his blond-brat of a girlfriend.

The words slipped out unbidden, and she felt a twinge of jealousy. But as Kyle's tongue delved deeper, exploring her with a passion that Tom had never managed, she couldn't help but think that she owed it all to Sandra. Her body began to quiver as she approached climax, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She reached down to grip Kyle's head, her nails digging into his scalp as she pulled him closer, cumming right in his face. "Yes, daddy," she panted, "Just like that!"

Kyle looked up at her, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "You're welcome, slut," he said, his mouth still full of her. "What was that about Sandra?"

Emma's eyes snapped open, and she realized what she had said. She blushed even deeper, if that was possible. "Well, she did teach you well," she admitted, "You're so much better at this than Tom."

Kyle smirked. "Thank you!" He stoop up and rinsed his face with the showerhead, water droplets dancing off his chubby cheeks. "Now, let's get you cleaned up," he said, taking the soap from her hand and running it over her body with gentle, yet firm strokes. His soapy hands slid over her curves, paying extra attention to her breasts and thighs.

Emma watched him work, feeling a strange sense of satisfaction and submission. "You know," she murmured, her eyes half-closed, "I want you to be more..."

Kyle paused, his soapy hands lingering on her thighs. "More what?"

But Emma didn't answer. Instead, she kissed him on the lips and quickly rinsed the soap from her body, "Let's get some food first."

They stepped out of the shower, wrapping themselves in towels, Emma's eyes never leaving Kyle’s as she took his hand and lead him to the living room. They were out just in time for Emma to go get the pizza from the door, while Kyle cleaned up the living room coffee table.

"Here you go, daddy," Emma said with a smile, setting the pizza box down on the kitchen counter. She watched as he grabbed the pizza slice and leaned back on the sofa, that her husband bought when they moved in. For some reason, this thought made her even more excited about the situation.

"Daddy, I think we need to send a heads-up to Sandra. If you still want to spend the day with me," Emma said as she sat next to him, her legs crossed and her towel barely covering her nakedness. The aroma of pepperoni and melted cheese filled the room, mingling with the scent of sex and soap.

Kyle took a bite of pizza, chewing thoughtfully before swallowing. "Sure, I can also thank her for all the training she gave me," he said with a smug look. He picked up his phone and sent a quick text to Sandra, not bothering to hide the screen from Emma. "Hey, slut. Can't make it today. Got busy with some extra-curricular activities. Emma says TY for teaching me how to munch on pussy." He raised the phone up and kissed Emma on the cheek while taking a selfie, "And send!"

Emma couldn’t help but giggle, feeling him lick grease of her cheek. She jokingly pushed his face away before saying, "I wanted to ask you if you want to be a daddy," she chuckled, realizing what she just said, "I mean, if you want to make me pregnant?"