The moment Frank opened the door for her, Kate launched herself into his arms, laughter bursting from her as she jumped on him, leaping into his arms with the ferocity of a storm breaking loose.
He staggered back a step as her legs clamped around his waist, claiming her territory. She pulled him close, her body pressed against his with a desperate hunger. Her lips found his before he could speak.
As unexpected as it was, the kiss was sweet and deep, and the taste of her overwhelmed him.
Frank’s hands instinctively shot to her hips, fingers digging into the plush, yielding softness of her fat, warm buttocks like ripe fruit begging to be squeezed.
He steadied her against him, her weight a tantalising burden, her fingers tangled deep in his hair as though he might disappear if she let go, pulling him deeper into the kiss. Their breaths mingled in ragged gasps, the air thick with the fruity scent of her perfume, laced with something darker, more forbidden.
When they finally broke apart, gasping for air, Frank stared at her, his heart pounding not just from the passion but from the unexpected intensity of it all. Her eyes sparkled with a wild, almost manic glee, her lips swollen and glistening.
“What are we celebrating?” he murmured, his voice low and rough, laced with a mix of amusement and wariness. “You’re acting like you just hit the jackpot on the lottery.”
Kate’s laughter bubbled up, light and teasing, but there was an edge to it—a sharpness that made his pulse quicken. She tilted her head, a wide, mischievous smile playing across her flushed face, her fingers still tracing lazy circles on his scalp.
“Try and guess,” she whispered, her breath warm against his ear, sending shivers down his spine.
He searched her face. Her cheeks were flushed. Her smile was too wide to contain. Something electric crackled in the air between them. The suspense hung between them like a taut wire, ready to snap.
But before he could venture a word, she leaned in closer, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial hush. “I got a call from the agency…” She paused, drawing out the moment, her smile widening until it threatened to split her face. “…the visas are ready, and we have a date!”
Her words tumbled out like a dam breaking as she exclaimed it.
The words hit Frank like a cold wave crashing over fevered skin. Excitement exploded from her; her mouth slammed back onto his in another furious kiss, her tongue invading with reckless abandon.
His arms tightened around her, but inside, a shadow stirred—a coiling dread that twisted in his gut like a knife slowly turning. Visas, escape. But at what cost?
She pulled back abruptly, her hands framing his face, her eyes narrowing as she studied him. The room seemed to hold its breath, the only sound the faint hum of the city outside the window, distant and indifferent.
“What is it?” she asked, her voice softening, tinged with uncertainty. She could sense the flicker in his eyes, the subtle tension in his jaw. “You don’t seem… happy. Not like I thought you would.”
His expression shifted too late. He forced a smile, quick and sharp, pushing down the rising tide of unease. “Nothing,” he said, too fast. “This is good news. Really.” But even as he spoke, the lie tasted bitter on his tongue.
He captured her lips again before she could probe further, pouring all his turmoil into the kiss, letting the heat of her body drown out the whispers in his mind.
With a low growl, he hoisted her higher, carrying her toward the bedroom, her legs still locked around him, her laughter muffled against his neck. Each step down the hallway amplified the thrill—the illicit rush of her curves grinding against him, the way her nails scraped lightly down his back.
But beneath it all, an unsettling fog clouded his thoughts, growing thicker with every heartbeat.
Was he ready for this? For the fallout that loomed like a gathering storm? The visas meant they could now run far away. And when the truth finally clawed its way out?
When everyone discovered he’d eloped with his brother’s wife, that he was the true father of the child his brother had raised as his own? His parents would wither away, hearts breaking inch by agonising inch, their disappointment a slow poison.
His brother… God, the betrayal would carve Fred hollow, forgiveness a ghost that would never haunt their door.
And Rhoda, her name flashed like a warning in his mind. What would she do when the whispers reached her?
The tension coiled tighter, a thrill of fear mingling with desire, making his blood roar. They burst into the bedroom, the door slamming shut behind them with a finality that echoed his doubts. Frank lowered her onto the bed, the mattress sighing under her weight, her body arching invitingly as he hovered over her.
Kate reached for him, tugging at his shirt, her laughter softer now, more intimate. “We’re really leaving, Frank,” she murmured. “It’s finally happening.”
He forced a smile and climbed onto the bed, covering her hesitation with heat, with closeness, with the familiar urgency that had led them here in the first place. His hands moved with urgent precision, stripping away her clothes—first the blouse, buttons popping free like confessions spilling out; then her pants, sliding down her thighs with a whisper of fabric.
She mirrored him, her fingers frantic on his shirt, yanking it open, exposing skin that burned under her touch.
Kate’s hands slid over his shoulders, her breath quickening as she pulled him closer. “Frank,” she whispered, uncertainty flickering in her eyes now. “Say something.”
The room filled with the sound of the rustling of sheets, the rhythm of two people trying to drown out consequence with desire. “This is what we wanted,” he said, though he wasn’t sure whether he was convincing her or himself.
Guilt flared again, hot and insistent, screaming of consequences. But he shoved it down, deep into the abyss, his gaze locking on her—naked now, sprawled helplessly on the sheets, her curves illuminated by the faint glow of the bedside lamp.
Her breasts rose and fell with shallow breaths, her skin flushed and waiting, an invitation to oblivion. The thrill surged back, hot and primal, drowning the doubts in a flood of need.
When their faces were even again, Frank surged at her like a wave. They kissed passionately, his tongue aggressively dominating hers as she moaned into his lips. Kate ran her hands over his chest, savouring his muscles.
Her breasts summoned him as they rose and fell slowly against his bare chest. He cupped her firm, ample breasts and squeezed her nipples gently, feeling them grow with each touch. He teased her nipple with the tip of his tongue, while she graced his ears with her low, sexy moans.
Then slowly he took each of her breasts in his mouth, making her gasp as he sucked them back and forth.
The walls of the room seemed to vanish. For a moment, Frank forgot about family, consequences and repercussions. There was only Kate, his brother’s wife, the woman who had won his heart.
He drove the other hand behind her knee, pulling her closer to himself as his knowing fingers slipped between her thighs and found their way into her cunt, teasing her clitoris. His gentle finger invasion immediately drove Kate haywire; her pussy welcomed his fingers with wetness. Their tongues and lips were still locked and twisted uncontrollably.
Kate’s breath grew ragged. She quickly reached for his throbbing cock, he was completely hard, like no man’s business, ready to fire. She made him kneel on the bed, positioning him between her thighs, laying herself wide open to him. Frank pushed her legs apart, spreading them wider.
He leaned closer and kissed her hungrily from her neck down to her boobs, then he sprinkled wet kisses around her nipples again and teased them with his tongue before he continued down to her belly button.
She jerked and giggled happily as his tongue played over her navel. Her breath seized as he eased his face down slowly, which was no doubt his final destination.
Frank kissed the insides of her thighs; the act seemed like an introduction for what was about to come. Then he dragged his tongue across her thick clit, which was already ripe and eager to be dug out.
Kate let out a loud moan, her body shook, her legs fell apart, and she opened herself wider for his invasion. He continued to suck on her clit and lick her soft pussy lips while she moaned loudly, drenching his lips with her pussy juice as he ran his tongue up and down her vagina lining, making her hum and whimper.
The scent of her began to fill the air and make his mouth water, as he continued to ravage her, his tongue working overtime around her swollen vulva, teasing her and leaving no part unattended to as he ran it all over her pussy.
Her pussy lips quivered, she raised her hips, trying to rhyme the movement of her hips with the movement of his tongue as it slammed deep inside her snatch. Her action made him go harder on her pussy, sucking her relentlessly as if his life depended on it.
The muscles in her thighs tensed up, she was dripping all over as her juices leaked down to her thighs, and she was close. Frank, on the other hand, still flicking his tongue across her slit, slid his middle finger into her wet pussy, pushing up until he found her G-spot.
She cried out, an indication that he had struck somewhere of primary interest. As she continued to rock her pussy over his face simultaneously thrust herself into his mouth.
Her body tensed, her thighs gripped his head, her pussy squeezed his fingers, her entire body shook and jerked violently, and her sweet moans turned into screams as her orgasm began. Her body was trembling as her juices spilled onto the bed.
As soon as the thrill subsided, Kate quickly moved her hand and grabbed his erect cock again, pulling it insistently toward her pussy entrance. She began to rub his doorknob-sized cock head against her pussy.
Her pussy juices trickled out, flowing down her thighs as she pleasured herself with his cock head. Frank groaned. He knew she wanted him deep inside her at that moment, and he wanted to be inside her too.
He pushed her onto her back and helped her bring her knees up while keeping his eyes on her. She was beaming at him, at her brother-in-law, who was about to power fuck her like he always did. She did a bit of shifting and deepening, preparing herself to accommodate him.
He held himself over her, moving his hips forward to let her guide him home.
Home, the wonderful place where his cock belonged. No thoughts, no regrets, just fuck and be fucked, he said to himself as his cock head pressed against her entrance, teasing her just enough to make her squirm, his penis popped in past the first level of her vagina opening and then slowly he drove his hard black monster cock into her gaping wet creamy pussy.
Written by Tito
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