The Workout That Wasn't

I was lounging on the couch when the doorbell rang. There stood Lucy, my wife's best friend, in skin-tight gym gear that hugged every curve—sports bra straining against her full breasts, leggings clinging to her toned thighs like a second skin. Sweat glistened on her skin from her run, making her look irresistibly flushed.

"Wife's not in?" she asked, stepping inside without waiting, her voice laced with that signature smirk. "Figures. She always leaves the best parts unattended."

I chuckled, trying to play it cool. "Lucy, you know the rules."

"Rules?" She closed the door, eyes raking over me. "Darling, rules are for people who can't handle a little heat. I'm horny as hell after that workout, and your wife's absence is the perfect loophole. Tell me, is that cock of yours getting hard already, or do I need to work for it?"

Her words hit like sparks. I felt myself stiffen instantly. "You're trouble, you know that?"

"Trouble's my middle name," she quipped, sauntering closer. "And right now, trouble wants to see if your ass is as firm as it looks in those jeans." She grabbed my belt, pulling me in for a fierce kiss, her tongue demanding and playful. "Mmm, I can feel you throbbing. Let's make this quick and filthy before she gets back."

Clothes hit the floor in a frenzy. Lucy shoved me onto the couch, straddling me with athletic grace. "No submission here, stud—I'm riding this out my way." She freed my hard cock, stroking it with a wicked grin. "Look at this beauty, all ready for me. Bet you've imagined my pussy wrapped around it."

"Christ, Lucy," I panted, hands gripping her hips. "You're dripping wet already."

"Dripping for you," she moaned, guiding me inside her slick heat. We moved in sync, her strong thighs flexing as she bounced, ass slapping against me. "Give me that blowjob fantasy later—right now, fuck me like you're starving." Sweating and panting, she came first with a sharp cry, her walls clenching tight. I followed, exploding deep as cum filled her, our bodies locked in explosive rhythm.