Kate had come upstairs with Frank a few moments after her husband Fred left her; they had their little secret together.
Something no one else knew about, except for the two of them. Frank pulled her inside one of the guest rooms in his house urgently, finger to his lips, eyes wide. They had almost started talking freely when he heard the sounds. It was his house, and he knew every sound.
“Listen,” Frank whispered. “Someone’s in the next room.”
They’d listened.
Now, through the half-open door, they watched Fred walk past—leisurely, unconcerned, adjusting his collar with the satisfaction of a man who’d gotten exactly what he wanted.
Fred paused in the middle of the hallway. Turned. Looked directly at their door.
Kate pressed her face against Frank’s chest, terrified a sound would escape. But Fred just smiled to himself and continued toward the stairs. The moment he disappeared, Kate’s hand fell from her mouth.
“That’s my husband,” she whispered, her voice breaking. The words were shards of glass. “That’s— that was Fred. My husband.” Shock had frozen her face into a mask, tears spilling down her cheeks without her seeming to notice.
“Kate, please, you need to be quiet—”
“He was—with someone— and whoever he was with is still in there.” Frank pulled her away from the door, into the corner of the room where their whispers might not carry. “We need to stay quiet.”
Kate collapsed against him, sobbing now, her whole body shaking. Frank held her, stroked her back, and made soothing sounds that meant nothing. Inside, his own thoughts were in chaos.
Fred, screwing around at his engagement party, in his house. You hypocrite, a voice whispered in Frank’s mind. You’re sleeping with that same wife. You’re the father of her child, Mira. But somehow, this felt different. This felt like betrayal in a way that his own affair didn’t.
“He’s a monster,” Kate sobbed. “He’s—I can’t believe—”
“Shh. Kate, please. We still need to be silent—” He caught himself. “We need to think clearly.”
But thinking clearly was impossible with Kate crying against him. She smelled the kind of scent that promised sin and his own guilt pressing down like a physical weight.
Kate turned in his arms, her dark eyes locking onto his with a hunger that made his pulse spike. The dim glow of the bedside lamp painted her skin in gold. Her mouth found his in a kiss that was equal parts desperation and needing comfort.
Frank hesitated at first, but then he kissed her back. After all, this was one of the reasons why they had sneaked out of the party.
Gradually, the kisses deepened. Frank’s hands slowly roamed her body, highlighting the curve of her hips. His lips moved away from hers and crashed against the side of her neck. Kate gasped, her body melting back against his.
His hand moved up to cup her breast, his thumb flicking over her nipple through the fabric. Her hands began to fumble with his belt, shoving his jeans down, freeing his cock and stroking it until he was fully erect and iron hard.
At that moment, the last thing on Frank’s mind was the guests downstairs at his engagement party; he entirely forgot about his lover, Rhoda, and the fact that someone was in the next room and they were supposed to be quiet.
Instead, he backed Kate against the wall, his fingers hiking up her skirt, revealing the swell of her hips and her black lace panties that barely contained the roundness of her ass.
Kate hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her panties and peeled them down her thighs. The scent of her arousal hit him like a punch, thick and sweet, and his mouth watered.
She stepped out of the fabric, kicking it aside, and then she was bare before him, her pussy glistening, and her lips swollen with want.
Frank kissed her again while shoving her blouse up. He quickly unfastened her bra and released her breasts into my mouth, switching between each breast as he sucked and nibbled them each with calculated equal duration.
His hands gripped the fat, soft flesh of her ass and jerked her up. Kate immediately wrapped her legs around him and guided his cock inside her pussy.
Her body stiffened as his hardened cock slammed into her and began to enter her slowly, and their bodies began to dance together in rhythm. Deeper he buried himself into her.
No finesse, no teasing, just need and pure, unfiltered lust. The pounding was fast, raw and desperate. Slamming his cock into her even harder than he already had been.
“God…. yes,” she moaned, “Just like that… Give it to me!”
Frank was fucking her with so much energy and anger like he was trying to leave nothing for her husband, his brother.
Kate cried out, the sound muffled against his shoulder as he fucked her against the wall, his hips snapping up, and his cock pistoning into her soaked pussy.
Kate dug her nails into his shoulder as he banged her, her breath hot against his ear. “We need to do this more often,” she gasped, her voice breaking.
He growled, his release already building, his balls drawing up tight.
They came together, her pussy clenching around him as he buried himself deep, his cum spilling into her in thick, hot pulses. She shuddered against him, her forehead pressing to his, her breath coming in ragged gasps.
Then, slowly, she unwound her legs from around him, her feet touching the floor, her fingers lingering on his chest for just a second before she pulled him to the couch.
“Sit,” she murmured, her voice a low purr as she pressed a manicured finger against his chest. Frank obeyed without thinking, his ass hitting the couch as she stepped between his thighs.
Her fingers found the hem of her skirt, and she tugged it upward in one fluid motion. The fabric pooled at her waist, his breath hitched as he watched her.
Her hands settled on his shoulders, nails grazing the fabric of his shirt as she straddled him, her thighs squeezing his. The heat of her pussy pressed against his cock.
Kate chuckled, a dark, knowing sound, and rolled her hips in a slow, deliberate circle, teasing, her breath hot against his ear.
The first grind of her ass against his lap sent a jolt straight to his dick, and he bit back a curse. She was good—too good—her movements precise, her body moving like liquid against his.
He let his head fall back as she worked on him, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of her thighs.
He wanted to shove his dick into her pussy, but she held his hand down and whispered, “We will get to that”.
The room filled with the sounds of her grinding, her breath coming faster as she rode him, although without penetration. Her hand slipped between them, palming his cock, and he bucked into her touch without shame.
She laughed, low and dirty, and ground down harder, her tits bouncing with the movement. “You like that? Like how I move on you?”
“Yes—fuck—” his hands slid up her body, thumbs brushing the undersides of her breasts, and she arched into the touch.
Her eyes darkened as she wrapped her fingers around his shaft, stroking gently before guiding him against her wet entrance.
The heat of her was maddening as she dragged her pussy along his length.
Frank growled, his hands gripping her ass, pulling her tighter against him.
There was something softer in her eyes for a second—something almost tender, before she eased herself from his lap and lowered herself back on him, sinking onto his cock in one smooth, devastating motion.
“Wow—!” Frank moaned as her tight, wet heat swallowed him whole. Her walls clenched around him as she took every inch. Her nails dug into his shoulders, her tits bouncing with each roll of her hips.
In the other room, Jessica stood by the spray of the shower she’d turned on, listening. She’d heard voices.
Definitely voices. Low and urgent and coming from the room next door. Someone had heard them. Someone had been there, but what she didn’t know was who, and how long?
She strained her ears, but the voices had gone silent or maybe very low. Whoever it was, they were being quiet now.
Smart. Jessica made a decision. She turned the shower up higher, pulled out her phone, and started playing music—loud enough to cover any sound a door might make. Then she waited and counted about five minutes, after which she tiptoed out of the room toward the hallway.
The door was open. Just barely. Just a crack. Her first instinct was to run—to get out while she could, before whoever was next door caught up with her. But curiosity was a beast with claws, and it dug into her.
Just one look. Just to see who it is. Moving with the careful precision of a cat burglar, Jessica eased the door open. Inch by inch.
The hinges were mercifully silent. She put her eye to the gap.
What she saw made the world tilt sideways.
Frank and Kate wrapped in each other’s arms. Both of them tucked into the couch at the corner of the guest room like lovers hiding from the world, engrossed in their passionate lovemaking act.
Frank gripped Kate’s waist, his thumbs pressing into the dip above her hips as he thrust up into her, meeting her stroke for stroke.
Her low moans filled the room, high and needy, her breath coming in sharp little gasps every time he bottomed out inside her. Kate panted, her pussy fluttering around his cock.
His hands slipped up to palm her breasts, his thumbs flicking over her nipples. Kate cried out, her back arching, her movements growing erratic as she chased her pleasure.
She was getting closer, her walls tightening, her breath hitching.
Jessica saw Frank lean toward her and whisper into her ear, and just after that, she let out a sharp, broken scream, her nails raking down his chest as her pussy clenched around him as she came, milking him as he buried himself deep and came with a groan, his cum filling her in hot, thick pulses.
Kate collapsed against him, her forehead pressing to his, their breaths mingling as they trembled in the aftermath.
Jessica stepped back stealthily away from the door, her heart so hard she was sure they could hear it. Her hands shook as she quietly pulled the door closed.
As she made her way quietly to the staircase. She wondered why they didn’t even bother to lock the door. Had they been so careless that they forgot about the secrecy of their act, or did they know she was there and wanted her to see them since she was fucking Fred too?
Jessica’s mind raced, puzzle pieces slamming together with sickening clarity. Frank and Kate—Fred’s wife, Kate— too hard to be true…. How long? Who would have ever suspected that something like this was going on?
When she reached the stairs, she had to grip the bannister to keep from falling.
Downstairs, the party continued—laughter and music and the clink of glasses. Rhoda was still smiling, still playing the happy bride-to-be, greeting guests.
Fred at a corner of the room, attending to his daughter. And somewhere in the crowd, Frank would soon rejoin them all, wearing the mask of a loving fiancé.
Jessica stood at the top of the stairs. A slow smile spread across her face as she looked down at the beautiful, glittering lie of it all. She had everyone now. Every secret. Every sin. Every pressure point.
The question was: where to start? As she descended, step by measured step, back into the party. She knew the real deal was just beginning.
The End
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