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She lifted her eyes to make eye contact at intervals and she looked damn good with all that saliva trickling down from her lips.
“Oh fuck Kate!” Frank’s hips jerked involuntarily and lifted slightly off the bed.
Kate responded by taking him deeper, her lips sliding down until he felt his tip against the back of her throat, then she started sucking and stroking his dick at the same time in and out of her mouth with speed and perfect precision that he didn’t know when he started thrusting too to match her rhythm, until he was fully fucking her mouth.
Kate made several cloaking and choking sounds as saliva slipped from her mouth.
As always, he enjoyed every lick and suck she lavished on him, especially when she flicked out her tongue and traced the underside of his shaft. He took in another sharp breath as she found the sensitive spot just below the head. Before he had a chance to enjoy it, she shifted again.
Kate wrapped her hand around his balls and massaged them as she sucked his cock, savouring every salty drop of pre-cum that oozed into her mouth and trickled down the back of her throat.
Her motions became more enthusiastic, her head bobbing faster in his lap as her excitement grew, drawing a muffled moan from her. She opened her mouth slightly and allowed the saliva in her mouth to slide down his cock before loudly slurping it back up.
She tried to say something, but her cock filled mouth made her inaudible. Yet Kate didn’t slow down or pull away. If anything, her head moved faster, and the suction from her mouth became more intense.
For Frank, all that mattered was the gallon of cum he was about to shoot into her throat, as her juices washed his face.
His cock twitched, and his balls seized and snuggled up to his body; his legs stiffened, and his toes pointed. And then, it happened. Her name escaped his lips in a hoarse whisper. Rush after rush of his hot cum rocketed out of his cock into her mouth.
She licked him clean, taking every drop of his cum into her mouth as she trailed her tongue all over his shaft.
Frank flipped her onto her stomach, her round ass rising to meet him as he pulled her hips back, his dick slid into her tight, wet cunt.
“Oh fuck…” she moaned, her voice muffled by the pillow.
Frank took her in every way imaginable, as he pounded into her pussy, his strokes wild and uninhibited.
His hands gripped her hips, his balls slapping against her clit with each stroke. It didn’t take long for her intense breathing and shouts to turn into moans as his cock barged its way in and out of her in its quick rhythm, slipping on her walls and bumping up on her cervix as she pushed back to meet his thrust. Their bodies released sweat through their skin.
The sound of his dick working in her wet pussy and the slap of her fat, juicy butt on his groin filled the room. Kate squeaked as Frank moved his hand under her and started circling her clitoris with his fingers.
She bit her lower lip, trying to hold in the moan that was building with each lap of his fingers around her clit until she cried out as she came hard again, her muscles contracting around his shaft, but he didn’t stop; in fact, he continued to rail his cock harder into her.
They switched positions quickly, this time Kate nudged him onto his back and sat astride him, positioning his cock against her hot, slick opening. Her wetness brushed his tip as she lowered herself onto his cock in one long, greedy slide, moaning quietly as she slid slowly down onto his hard cock, her knees bracketing his waist. he positioned herself, then sank down.
Frank groaned low in his throat. Already overwhelmed by the heat and wetness of her centre, he held her hips and pushed his cock against her urgently, ramming the remaining inches into her stomach, then he grasped her hips and began to fuck her from under.
She was soaked, swollen from earlier, walls fluttering around him like they remembered every inch.
Kate braced her hands on his chest and began to ride—slow at first, rolling her hips in deep, languid circles that dragged every ridge of him along her sensitive spots. Then faster. Harder.
The slap of skin on skin filled the room, rhythmic and obscene. She arched her back, breasts bouncing with each downward plunge, nipples dark and tight.
Frank’s hands clamped onto her hips, fingers digging into soft flesh, guiding her, then thrusting up to meet her on every descent—sharp, punishing strokes that made her gasp and shudder.
“Fuck Frank” Her voice cracked, half moan, half plea. Sweat gleamed between her breasts; a droplet slid down her sternum and disappeared into the valley.
As he continued to pump his hip into her from below, Kate matched his rhythm. She rocked his cock back and forth, quickening her pace, as she knew she wouldn’t last much longer.
Frank grabbed her hip with one hand and cupped her breasts with the other. “Fuck.” he groaned, closing his eyes as she rode him harder. “Fuck!”
Kate was panting hard. She switched from grinding on him to bouncing her ass on him. Frank looked up at her, wondering if she ever fucked her husband this hard.
He sat up suddenly, mouth latching onto one nipple, sucking hard while his hips snapped upward in short, brutal jabs.
She cried out, nails raking down his shoulders, leaving red trails. The bed creaked violently beneath them, headboard tapping the wall like a coded warning.
“Frank, I’m so close…” she breathed, “please…. Don’t stop.” That one word was all it took for him to unleash himself on her.
He pounded into her over and over, her clit grinding against his pelvis with each deep thrust.
Then the doorbell sliced through the frenzy, sharp and insistent. They froze and stared at each other.
Kate froze mid-thrust, eyes wide. Frank’s cock was still buried deep inside her; her inner muscles clenched involuntarily around him.
“I thought you said you weren’t expecting anyone today,” she said, her voice shook as she spoke, panic took over her in one split second. dismounting in one fluid, panicked motion, slickness glistening on her thighs.
“Honestly, I’m not expecting anyone,” he whispered back, already softening from the shock. Frank slipped off the bed. He pulled on his boxers on over his semi-erect length and hurried out, heart hammering against his ribs. The bell rang again.
By the time he reached the living room, he saw her through the frosted glass panel of the front door: Jessica! Rhoda’s closest friend. Tall, bold, always dressed like she knew exactly what she was doing to the men around her.
Heart hammering, He quickly gathered Kate’s shoes and handbag from where she had discarded them and tiptoed back to the bedroom. “Stay quiet,” he breathed. “Jessica’s here. Rhoda’s friend.”
Kate’s face drained of colour. She nodded once, eyes huge, clutching the sheet to her chest. “What is she doing here?” she queried
“Does she come like this unannounced?” she asked again, searching his face for answers.
Frank didn’t wait to reply to her; he was unsettled. He left the room and returned to the living room. For a moment, he just stood there, watching Jessica through the glass. She smiled at her own reflection, smoothing her skirt.
She was using the reflective surface to adjust the deep V of her blouse, tugging it lower so the creamy swell of her gigantic breasts rose even more prominently. The motion was deliberate, performative.
His mind raced. Had she called Rhoda first? If she had, Rhoda would have said she wasn’t here. So why show up unannounced? Dressed like that? He exhaled and opened the door.
She beamed at him. That smile—too wide, too deliberate. predatory, knowing. Her eyes flicked over him, bare chest, mussed hair, boxers doing a poor job of concealing the lingering erection.
“I know Rhoda isn’t here,” she said, stepping inside without waiting to be invited.
Of course, she did. She would never have dressed like that otherwise. And then if she knew, why was she here?
He saw her blouse clearer now; it dipped low in a sharp V, revealing more than it concealed. The skirt clung to her curves, a long slit running dangerously high along her thigh parting with each step to flash thick, glossy thighs.
Jessica moved with calculated ease, aware of every inch of herself.
Frank swallowed hard, forcing his gaze upward. “What’s up, Jess?”
She dropped her small handbag onto the sofa and closed the distance in two strides. Before he could react, she reached for his shoulder and pulled him forward. He gripped her wrist, pushing her hands away.
His anger was real, but it was quiet, controlled. Kate was only a hallway away.
“What’s wrong with you?” he demanded under his breath. He watched, bewildered, pulse roaring in his ears.
Jessica’s smile didn’t falter. She stepped closer again. He stepped back. “What’s come over you?” he demanded, voice low and furious.
She paused. Studied him. Then that same slow, dangerous smile returned. She picked up her bag and walked toward the door.
Relief flickered in him—brief and foolish. At the doorpost, she turned. And the smile changed, sharpening into something lethal.
“I hope your brother forgives you when he finds out you’re Mira’s father,” she said softly. “And that you’ve been fucking his wife, Kate.”
The words landed like shrapnel. The words didn’t just land—they detonated. Frank felt his knees weaken. His mouth went dry.
The floor seemed to tilt. His mouth opened, closed. How? How did she know? Did she know Kate was still here—hiding, listening? Jessica reached for the handle. Frank lunged; he wasn’t going to let her go just like that. Three quick strides. He caught her wrist, pulling her back into the centre of the room.
“Jesus, what are you talking about?” His voice cracked, fear bleeding through the anger. despite his effort to steady it.
She didn’t resist. Instead, she stepped closer, close enough that he could feel the heat of her body. pressing against him, one hand sliding behind his neck, the other tracing idle patterns across his chest.
She laughed softly. “I’m talking about you and Kate.” Her breasts flattened against him—soft, heavy, warm through thin fabric. Her lips brushed the shell of his ear. “When Rhoda finds out her baby boy is a fuck boy,” she whispered, breath hot and sweet.
Frank stood frozen, fists clenched at his sides. His mind splintered, Jessica knows. Kate is listening. How much does she know? How long has she known?
“How did you find out?” he asked.
Written by Tito
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