Kate gasped, her hands gripping the sheets as his cock sank deeper into her wet cunt, filling her up instantly. She ran her hands over every bit of his bare flesh that she could reach as he worked his length inside of her. Her pussy sucked his cock instantly.
Her brother-in-law’s thick, veiny tool perfectly fitted into her just the way she liked it, stretching her walls aside with ease. He watched her raise her legs up, placing her feet on his shoulder blades.
Frank took the hint and stretched himself over her. His cock went in deeper, Kate groaned against his lips as he reached his hilt, pushing her hips into him to meet his thrusts. He started to move his hips, thrusting back and forth as he fucked her happy, slippery honeypot.
“Baby….” Kate groaned.
Frank picked up the pace slowly with each thrust, his strong muscular arms gripped her thighs tightly as he plunged his cock in and out, faster and harder. She could barely speak, only moan and whimper, her eyes fluttering shut with the force of it. Her legs shook.
All she could do was shriek and juice more.
Frank leaned down and kissed her, long, passionate kisses heightening their arousal. She dug her nails into his shoulders as he rammed her tight, wet pussy, sending his cock into her like a madman.
Her little ecstatic cries filled the air with each thrust he drove in. It felt good as their hips bucked and rocked to maximise contact. Her creamy pussy was getting stirred, ejecting its natural juices all over it as he pounded her. She could feel her own orgasm building.
“Ah oh god! Oh Fuck…. Fuck…. Fuck….” Kate was screaming in ecstatic pleasure, panting and gasping frantically. She bucked her hips to take him all in, as Frank continued to fuck her with long, hard, deep strokes, slamming into her mercilessly.
Her ocean-wet cunt clamped hard on his cock. And he watched with amusement as she threw her hip to match his thrust, slapping her pelvis against his groin, as she fucked his cock too.
Their passion unchecked, their bodies slick with sweat. His cock moved faster, her body aching with desire. He felt the tightness of her pussy as it clenched around his cock, the sensation was almost too much to bear.
He grabbed her butt cheeks and anchored her to his groin. Kate quickly wrapped her quivering legs around him.
Frank pulled out just for a second to swing her into another position. She turned around, presenting her ass to him as she bent over, breasts and chest on the bed, while her ass hung innocently in the air, bracing her palms on the bed. He grabbed her butt, her round ass rising to meet him as he pulled her hips back.
The sight of her firm, fat and round cheeks made his head swirl. He could bet her ass grew larger every passing day, as it always looked and felt different whenever he met her.
Kate let out a soft gasp as his dick cap slid into her tight, wet cunt. “Oh fuck… Frank…” she moaned, her voice muffled by the pillow.
And with a little push, his full length slid into her hot wet pussy hole in one deep, aching thrust. Kate let out a soft moan, stretching to accommodate his size as he entered her, filling her slippery, wet cunt instantly. He began to move, thrusting his hip back and forth.
“Fuck me, yessss, like that, fuck fuck fuck” she yelled, begging him to fuck her harder and faster, slamming her ass back at his groin with top speed, blending with every of his thrusts.
He increased his pace; it was the fastest he had ever gone with her. Kate went wild and was screaming at the top of her voice; this time, there was no holding back.
He leaned down, his hands slid around her to cup and fondle her magnificent, round tits. He was moving faster, pounding into her as if his life depended on the number of strokes he was able to pump into her.
The sound of skin on skin echoed louder and rougher. His balls slapped her clitoris with each powerful thrust, and a familiar tremor ran through her legs, and she shook, begging him to make her come. Frank wanted her to cum too, she deserved it, he had always done it…. whenever he fucked her, she would release a bucket load of squirt.
Kate cried out, her cunt vibrated around each throb, pulsing in unison, then clamping tight around him, but he was still thrusting hard.
Her body clenched around him, her shaking legs barely holding her up. Frank was still thrusting, but he was going slow this time. He leaned forward again and pressed a soft, lingering kiss on her back.
Frank pulled out his cock again and flipped her on her back again, spreading her legs wide open. He drove his cock in again, listening closely to the sound of her wet pussy squelching with every thrust.
He leaned down and kissed her temple, whispering something sweet into her ear as he continued to fuck her hard as she soaked his cock. Kate pulled his head away from her neck and stared deep into his eyes.
Again, his body went stiff, and he looked down at her, feeling a tingling of guilt as he thought of what they were about to do together.
Fresh sweat trickled down his face, and his body prepared itself for an impending orgasm. Kate smiled. She buried her head into his neck and bit him. He drove faster and deeper, and it took her over the edge, too.
She was literally screaming and crying, joyfully filled with intense pleasure, every thought of her husband and the plan totally forgotten.
Frank growled and slammed hard into her. He went on and on, the slapping sound of their flesh was almost as loud as the animal sounds Kate made.
Normally, Kate was very expressive in bed; she had never been one to hide how she felt, a vocal woman who never held back her pleasure. She was gasping, yelling and screaming, letting her sounds fill the room as her husband’s brother made love to her.
Her hands clutched his entrapping arms, and he slowed down for a bit, breathing hard until his eyes met hers, and he doubled his pounding.
“Baby”, Kate cried, digging her nails even deeper into his flesh and for some reason, he liked the pain. It looked like he was running mad the way he pounded her hard, she was yelling at the top of her voice, he wanted her to cum again, he wanted her to feel good and experience good sex.
Until she couldn’t hold herself any longer, as wave after wave of intense orgasm overtook her body, ripping through her.
Frank continued thrusting fast until he felt himself shaken to the core, his cock throbbed uncontrollably, and he buried his dick deep inside her pussy, releasing hot lava of cum into her cunt.
They remained in that position for a while as she squeezed his cock with her pussy, milking him. He collapsed over her and then rolled slowly to the other side of the bed. Kate pulled him to herself and dozed off peacefully, holding him tight as if he’d slip away if she didn’t.
Frank lay on his back, staring at the ceiling as though it might split open and deliver judgment.
The afternoon light filtering through Rhoda’s curtains was pale and unforgiving, exposing every fleck of dust in the air. Jessica set her handbag down with deliberate care on the glass coffee table and crossed her legs slowly, like a queen taking her throne.
Rhoda bustled toward the kitchenette without asking what she wanted—fifteen years of friendship had made such courtesies unnecessary.
“You look tense,” Rhoda called over her shoulder. “Water?”
Jessica gave a faint hum of agreement. Her eyes were already scanning the room, calculating. She had rehearsed this moment so many times that it no longer felt like a conversation. It felt like an execution.
Rhoda returned, handing her a full glass before sitting opposite her. “So,” she smiled cautiously,
“What’s so urgent you couldn’t say on the phone?”
Jessica didn’t touch the water. “I need you to sleep with Harry again.” Her face straight, her voice clipped.
The words landed like a gunshot. Rhoda choked violently, water spilling down her chin and soaking into her blouse.
“Are you joking?” she coughed, grabbing a napkin. “Don’t even go there.”
Jessica said nothing. Rhoda’s face flushed—not with embarrassment, but with anger. “You know what that did to me last time. Do you have any idea what I went through? The anxiety?
The nightmares? I couldn’t even look at myself in the mirror for weeks.” Her voice rose, cracking under the strain.
“You were out of town,” she continued, pacing now. “You begged me to help you. Said he was a client. And then—one fucking client turned to three” She stopped, pressing her fingers to her temples. “I had to deal with the psychological mess of that. Alone.”
Jessica watched her quietly, fingers laced neatly over her knee. Outwardly calm but inwardly precise. She had the next lines arranged already, polished and sharpened.
When Rhoda’s rant dissolved into ragged breathing, Jessica finally spoke.
“It was your personal decision to fuck his friends, Rhoda…. I never discussed that with you when I called you in the first place…” her voice dangerously cold and calm, she paused and tilted her head
“If you turn down Harry’s offer,” she said evenly, “and refuse to cooperate because you want to act like some saint… I’ll have to help you confess your sins and tell Frank everything.”
Silence swallowed the room whole.
Rhoda blinked. “What?”
“I really need my percentage of whatever Harry’s offering,” Jessica continued, her tone almost clinical.
“Harry is offering a large amount, and I need that money. My mother’s treatment won’t pay for itself.”
“Wait.” Rhoda stared at her, trying to piece the words together. “You want to blackmail me?”
Jessica’s expression didn’t flicker. Too much information had given her too much power. She held it the way others held weapons, steady, without trembling.
If she told Rhoda that her fiancé, Frank, was sleeping with his brother’s wife… if she told Frank about the hotel room, about the three men, about how Fred, his own brother, had fucked Rhoda. If she told Kate the truths she wasn’t supposed to know about her husband… The explosion would be nuclear.
Families shattered. Engagements destroyed. Blood turning against blood. Everyone had been reckless.
“Call it whatever you want to call it, baby girl,” she said softly, finally lifting the untouched glass before setting it back down again with a sharp click against the table. “I just need you to do this last one for me.” Her voice was almost tender. That was what made it cruel.
Rhoda felt something cold slide down her spine. “And if I say no?”
Written by Tito
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