Seven Days of Sin

Jeff floated on his back in the pool, the afternoon sun glinting off the water as Kelly's flight to Chicago faded into memory. Seven days alone. He was halfway through a cold beer when the gate clicked open.

"Figured you'd be out here avoiding real food," Kim called, striding across the patio in a sundress that clung to every curve. She carried a covered dish like it was a peace offering—or a trap. "Kevin nuked cereal again. I made lasagna. Extra. Thought you might need something... substantial."

Jeff climbed out, water streaming down his chest. "Substantial, huh? That's generous, considering your husband thinks Frosted Flakes count as dinner."

Kim set the dish down and leaned against the table, arms crossed, eyes sharp. "Kevin's issues are his own. I'm here because I wanted to see how the bachelor life suits you. Or doesn't." She smirked. "You look bored already."

"Bored? Try relaxed. No lectures about leaving towels on the floor." Jeff grabbed a towel, but Kim snatched it first, snapping it playfully against his thigh.

"Relaxation's overrated," she said, stepping closer. Her voice dropped, witty and wicked. "Kelly's gone, Jeff. Seven days. I could make them count. Or are you going to pretend you haven't noticed how I look at you?"

He laughed, but it caught in his throat when she pressed the towel to his wet skin herself. "You're married to my brother. This is—"

"A bad idea?" Kim finished, her hand lingering on his abs. "Kevin's cereal habit isn't the only problem in that house. I want something harder. Something that makes me wet just thinking about it." She glanced down, noting the growing bulge in his shorts. "Looks like you're already on board."

Jeff's pulse hammered. "Kim, this is dangerous."

"Dangerous is my middle name today." She tugged him toward the lounge chair, dress slipping off one shoulder. "I want your cock in my mouth first—slow, deep, until you're throbbing. Then I want you to bend me over and fuck my pussy till I'm dripping down my thighs. My ass too, if you're feeling generous."

The words hit like lightning. Jeff was hard instantly, and Kim noticed, palming him through the fabric with a grin. "Horny already? Good." She dropped to her knees, freeing his cock and taking him in a teasing blowjob, tongue swirling as he groaned. "Panting already? We've barely started."

They moved to the edge of the pool, clothes discarded. Kim pushed him back, straddling him in the shallow water. She was strong, guiding every thrust—her pussy tight and wet, gripping him as she rode with fierce rhythm. Sweat beaded on her skin, mixing with pool water. "Deeper," she demanded, witty even mid-moan. "Don't hold back like Kevin does. Make me come."

Jeff flipped them, taking her from behind, hands on her ass as he pounded. She came first, crying out, body shuddering, then again as he kept going. He followed, cock pulsing, cum spilling inside her while they both panted, sweating under the sun. Kim turned, kissing him hard. "Day one. Six more to go. Don't get lazy on me."

She stood, dress back on, and left the lasagna. "Heat it up later. You'll need the energy."