K and B decided to call it a night after another long day. Both slipped into bed and instinctively, B slid his right arm under K’s shoulders. She rolled into him, and they cuddled tightly as they often did, bathed in the orange glow of the streetlights filtering through the curtains. Lying there, wrapped in each other, had become the extent of their nighttime adventures while staying at K’s parent’s house while renovating their own home. But tonight felt different.

As K’s fingers traced up and down B’s arm and across his defined chest, B leaned in for what he expected to be the usual goodnight kiss. However, when their lips parted, and their eyes met, there was a spark. K leaned in for another kiss, her right hand cupping his cheek while B’s slid from her shoulder into her hair. His left hand ventured south, slipping beneath K’s pyjama shorts to rest on her soft ass. The kiss deepened with an intensity B hadn’t felt in some time. Their bodies pressed tightly together, K’s hardened nipples discernible through her cotton tee, while B’s arousal became evident, pressing firmly against K’s exposed stomach as B pulled K closer.

The heat between them rose quickly. B’s hand slid between her cheeks and along K’s now swollen lips. His middle finger stroked up and down, spreading her wetness over her increasingly sensitive clit. K moaned softly into B’s mouth, a signal B took as encouragement. He slipped a finger inside her hungry pussy, soon followed by another, and began to move them in and out as K pushed against B’s hand. But it didn’t last long; K suddenly broke the kiss, her hand pushing against B’s chest with unexpected force, causing B to withdraw his fingers from her velvet warmth. Concerned, B asked if he’d done something wrong, but K just smiled and pulled off her top to reveal her delicious 36 DD breasts with their dark areola and gum drop-sized nipples. K proceeded to kick off her shorts as well before rolling back into B, resuming the kiss as B’s hand once again ventured south.

Between the soft moans, K tried desperately to silence, and K whispered for B to remove his tented shorts. Needing no further encouragement, B quickly raised his hips and pushed them off. In a swift, graceful motion, K straddled B, catching him off guard with her speed and agility. As she leaned down to kiss him, B felt the weight of her breasts press against his chest, a sensation K was aware B loved. As they made out passionately, B’s now-freed cock rested along the length of K’s hot, dripping slit, and B braced himself for what he thought was coming next.

But instead of lowering herself onto B’s hard, veiny cock, K shuffled forward, guiding B’s kisses from her rosy lips to her neck. B followed her lead, trailing kisses down to her amazing breasts, then lower to her stomach, and further still to her pubic mound. Finally, B found himself kissing K’s thighs. By this point, K had positioned her legs on either side of B’s head, trapping his arms beneath her as she sat upright, gripping the metal headboard. And then it happened—K lowered herself so that B’s lips met her sweet pussy. B eagerly slid his tongue up between her lips, tasting her arousal.

K's fingers found her swollen clit, already emerging proudly from its hood, demanding more attention. Her soft moans grew slightly louder, though she still tried to stifle them with a fist in her mouth. K’s well-toned thighs tensed and began to tremble, signalling that she was close to release. But just as B thought K was about to climax, she surprised him again by attempting to move forward. When B held her hips to keep her in place, she moaned through gritted teeth, urging B to go lower.

Reluctantly, B released his grip on K’s luscious thighs, allowing K to raise her hips off his face. She directed him to slide further down the bed, unable to move up any further herself. As she settled back down onto his face, it wasn't her pussy B’stongue pressed against but her tight, untouched ass.

B hesitated, not wanting to move too quickly and risk making her uncomfortable. Gently, B began to lick the sensitive skin just below her entrance, kissing her warm cheeks as K’s fingers returned to her swollen clit. After a few moments, B took the plunge. Swirling the tip of his tongue around her tight, forbidden hole. K responded by sinking onto it, her quiet moans filling the room.

B could feel K’s fingers brushing against his nose as she began to probe her pussy for lube before returning to her clit to work her climax to breaking point. Every time she entered herself, B’s nostrils filled with the aroma of her pleasure. When her climax hit, it hit hard. She sank onto B with such force that his tongue was forced deep into her ass, past the rings of muscle that normally stopped his attempts for access.

As this happened, it was like time stood still; K’s muffled moans stopped as the air caught in her throat, and her whole body became ridged for a second before B felt the full-body convulsions, and his face was covered in her hot, sweet juices.

But to K’s credit, despite this, she hid her pleasure well from her sleeping parents in the next room, only allowing a small whimper to escape her lips. Once the waves of pleasure had passed and K had regained her composure, she rolled off B’s face. Gazing down at her husband’s wet, glimmering face, she giggled, smiling as she leaned down for a kiss.

As B raised his head to meet her lips, he once again felt that hand on his chest stopping him, and all he heard was K saying, "Not happening. I know where that mouth has been." Then she kissed B on the cheek and rolled over for the night.

B, chuckling to himself, having just been used for his wife's satisfaction, spooned in behind K. His now painfully hard cock slid nicely between her ass cheeks as she pressed her ever so slightly sweaty back into B’s chest.

B kissed her neck softly, whispered goodnight, and drifted asleep.

The following morning, B woke to the tell-tell buzzing of his silent watch alarm. Opening his eyes, B found K lying facing Him, propped up on one elbow, with a smile spreading from ear to ear.

The duvet was at the base of the bed, and to B’s surprise, K was still as naked as how she’d fallen asleep last night. She leaned in and kissed B’s cheek before rolling once again onto her side and pushing her ass back into B for a spoon.

He threaded his arm under her shoulder and placed it softly on her breast as the other hand rested on K’s hip. To B’s surprise, she lifted her left leg to her chest and grasped his hard, aching cock in her hand. K began to rub the swollen purple head up and down between her glistening folds before working it into her incredibly tight, wet pussy.

B’s left hand grasped her under her knee, lifting her leg, and they began to gently fuck. Each of his thrusts was rewarded with a soft moan as she tilted her head back to rest on his shoulder.

With every thrust, B grazed K’s cervix, causing an involuntary moan to escape her lips. The combination of pain and pleasure had the desired effect, as with every deep, slow thrust, B could feel his shaft sinking in with less friction, and it wasn't long before B felt a pressure build in his balls. But just as he hit that pinnacle moment, the house's silence was torn in half with K's father's alarm clock ringing one room down the corridor.

Both K and B froze. K kept her pelvic muscle pulsing on B’s shaft as they heard a yawn and the sound of footsteps entering the corridor. B glanced over his shoulder, knowing that the bedroom door was open and that they would be obvious from the door if somebody passed by the room.

To their relief, he turned left to the bathroom, and B heard K mutter for him to be quick, and with that, she pushed back onto him. All caution went to the wind, and B started thrusting hard. Each forceful entry was met with an equally forceful thrust back from K. The room quickly filled with the sounds of muffled moans and the slurping of B’s purple head, breaking the vacuum of K’s vice-like grip as her juices ran freely.

But despite their joint efforts, B couldn’t hit his peak. B’s balls felt tight and heavy, and his breathing was wild, but he couldn't make it happen. They heard the bathroom door open, and the steps started towards their room, but still, B kept thrusting like an animal; each thrust was met with a step closer to them down the corridor, and B knew it was make or break. K turned her head to him and said, "Fill me up before my daddy catches us" in her best innocent girlie voice.

B didn’t know what it was, but a switch flipped, and he came harder than he had in a long time. With one last deep thrust, B emptied the pressure. His cock twitched as a flood of what felt like molten lava shot from him and coated her insides. Her muscles clamped, and out of nowhere, a climax engulfed K as B felt gushes of liquid against his balls and thighs.

K’s father's footsteps stopped at the door, and he politely asked if they wanted a cup of tea. K replied with a yes, although the words came out slightly more strained than normal as her body was still recovering.

K’s father closed the door behind him, and they burst into laughter like teenagers who had just narrowly escaped getting caught. B threw the covers back and propped himself up on one elbow, taking in the sight of K’s flushed, rosy body. It only took a moment to notice the bed was drenched. K hadn’t just gushed; she had fully squirted, and the soaked sheets were undeniable proof.

As she shifted away, B’s now soft cock slipped from her swollen and slightly sore folds with a faint squelch. Standing beside the bed, she looked at him, flushed with exertion and satisfaction. Their eyes met, and they shared a smile.

K glanced down at her thighs, glistening with a mixture of their juices, the evidence of their passion. She grabbed a tissue from the bedside table to clean herself before slipping into an oversized tee and leaving the room.

B quickly pulled on his shorts and headed to the family bathroom to prepare for work. A little while later, B came downstairs to the kitchen. “Good morning,” He greeted the boys, then leaned in to kiss K, who was feeding the baby. She returned the kiss with a smile, teasing him, “I hope you brushed your teeth after last night.”

Grabbing his coffee, B said his goodbyes and headed out the door, bracing himself for another mundane day in the city. The only bright spot was the memory of the past 12 hours, which he planned to savour to get through the day. But around noon, his phone buzzed three times in quick succession. B opened WhatsApp to find three messages from K that made my jaw drop.

The first was a photo of a black cotton thong on a marble countertop, the crotch glistening with evidence of their earlier encounter. It was captioned, “This is all your fault.”

The second was a video filmed in her work bathroom, showing her pulling up her tight black work trousers over her bare, uncovered ass. Turning to face the camera, she cheekily showed her uncovered mound before fastening the clasp.

The final message read, “Hurry home to clean up your mess,” followed by a tongue emoji and a winking devil face.

B finished work as quickly as possible and returned to the in-laws’, eager to take care of the “chores” K had in mind.