I was halfway through a lazy afternoon beer when the doorbell sliced through the silence. Opening it, I found Lucy—my wife’s best friend—leaning against the frame in skin-tight black leggings and a cropped sports bra that left little to the imagination. Sweat glistened on her toned abs, and her ponytail swung like a dare.
“Wife’s not in,” I said, blocking the doorway. “She’s at that conference till tomorrow.”
Lucy’s lips curved into a wicked grin. “I know. She texted me the code. Said the house was empty and I could use the shower after my workout. But look at you, all alone and pretending you’re not staring.”
I raised an eyebrow. “Staring? You’re dripping on my welcome mat. What’s the real play here, Luce?”
She stepped inside without invitation, brushing past so her ass grazed my thigh. “The play is I’m horny, you’re convenient, and we both know this tension’s been building since that beach weekend. Wife’s rules don’t apply when she’s not around to enforce them.”
“Sharp as ever,” I muttered, closing the door. “But I’m not some toy you get to unwrap because you’re sweaty and bored.”
Lucy turned, eyes flashing. “Bored? Hardly. I’ve been thinking about that cock of yours since you walked out of the ocean in those trunks. Now it’s my turn to make you sweat.” She closed the gap, fingers hooking my belt. “Tell me to stop and I will. Otherwise, shut up and get hard for me.”
Her hand slipped inside, finding me already thickening. “Mmm, eager. Knew you would be.” She dropped to her knees right there in the hallway, yanking my jeans down. Her tongue traced the length of my cock before she took me deep, sucking with confident rhythm while her strong hands gripped my ass. I groaned, fingers tangling in her hair as she worked me—wet, warm, relentless.
“Fuck, Lucy,” I panted. She pulled off with a pop, smirking up at me. “Not yet. I want that hard cock inside this dripping pussy first.” She stood, peeling off her leggings to reveal smooth, glistening skin. Pushing me onto the couch, she straddled me, guiding my cock to her wet entrance. She sank down slowly, both of us gasping as she took every inch.
Her hips rolled with athletic power, ass bouncing as she rode me hard. Sweat beaded on her brow; mine matched it. “Deeper,” she commanded, voice husky. “Make me come before you fill me up.” The room filled with the sounds of skin slapping, her panting moans, and my own ragged breaths. She leaned in, biting my lip. “This is just the start, handsome. Wife’s gone all weekend.”
Her pussy clenched around me, dripping down my shaft as she chased her climax, strong thighs flexing. I thrust up to meet her, the explosive tension coiling tighter with every witty taunt and slick movement—promising a weekend of kinky chaos neither of us would soon forget.
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