Chapter 2

Mary lunged forward, her lips crashing into Lester’s with feral hunger. He met her fire, their kiss soft at first, then turning sloppy, tongues twisting in a wet tangle. His cock, already sprung through his jeans’ zipper, stood throbbing and veined, precum beading at the tip as he yanked Mary onto his lap. Her pussy, barely covered by drenched, flimsy panties, grazed his bare shaft, the molten heat making his balls ache. Their lips moved in a frenzied clash, Lester’s calloused hands seizing her plush ass, kneading hard before delivering a stinging smack. The sharp crack rang out, her desperate moans spilling into his mouth as she rubbed her soaked panties along his pulsing cock, her slickness teasing him.

Lester shoved her dress up, the fabric bunching sloppily at her waist, baring her curves. Another hard slap hit her ass, the soft cheeks jiggling and reddening, fueling his hunger. He snagged her panties, the thin fabric ripping like paper as he tore them off and tossed them aside. Mary’s bare pussy, wet and swollen, now slid torturously along his exposed cock, her juices coating his length, the slow drag of her clit against him driving them both wild. Their kisses broke, both panting, chests heaving, foreheads pressed together, sweat mingling. Mary’s hips worked feverishly, rubbing her slick folds faster along his shaft.

Lester’s eyes burned into Mary’s, their gazes locked, his hands gripping her face as she ground her dripping pussy along his slick cock, freed through his jeans’ zipper. Her lust-drunk expression—lips parted, eyes hazy made him smirk. He’d fantasized about fucking her senseless, and though he wasn’t inside her yet, he knew it was coming. Mary’s hips sped up, her soaked folds sliding feverishly against his throbbing shaft. Suddenly, she planted her feet on either side of his legs, lifting herself. A hot gush of her release sprayed out, soaking his jeans and splattering the couch beneath them. She collapsed back down, her slick pussy pressing tight against his pulsing cock, the wet heat driving him wild.

“Fuck, that was good,” Mary gasped, breathless, her voice raw. She shifted as if to climb off, but Lester’s hands clamped her waist, pinning her in place. “You don’t get to have all the fun,” he growled, sliding his body down just enough to free his trapped cock. He shoved his jeans and boxers lower, his thick shaft springing free, veins bulging. Inching back up against the couch’s backrest, he gripped his cock with one hand, guiding the swollen head to her entrance. His mouth watered as he watched her plump, shaved pussy lips part, swallowing his tip. No hesitation he thrust his hips up hard, lifting them both, the couch creaking as he buried his cock deep inside her tight, wet heat. Their elongated moans filled the air, raw and unrestrained.

Mary clutched her dress, yanking it up to her hips as Lester began pounding upward, his thrusts relentless. Their eyes rolled back, lost in the filthy pleasure. “Oh, fuck yes, fuck me!” Mary moaned, slamming herself down to meet his thrusts, her force making him sink deeper into the couch. The wet, loud slaps of their bodies colliding echoed, her ass smacking against his thighs. Lester’s arms draped over the backrest, head tilted back, eyes squeezed shut as she rode him with brutal intensity, her pussy gripping him like a vise. He surged forward, grabbing her head and dragging her into a rough, sloppy kiss, tongues clashing as she kept bouncing, the couch groaning under their weight. Her nails dug into his shoulders, and he growled into her mouth, lost in the raw, animalistic fuck.

Lester thrust upward, matching the rhythm of Mary’s bouncing. His cock filled her completely, hitting her sweet spot with every thrust, making her shiver. Mary moaned and cursed softly, overwhelmed by the pleasure. Lester pulled down the collar of her dress, exposing her shoulder and breasts. He cupped, squeezed, and lightly slapped her bare breast, his hips never slowing their steady pace.

“I’m gonna cum,” Mary said breathlessly, her voice trembling. Lester latched his mouth onto her breast, sucking and gently nipping, sending her into another wave of climax. Her body shook as pleasure coursed through her. Then, Lester stood, gripping her thighs firmly to hold her legs up. He pounded into her while standing, his movements strong and relentless. His lips found hers in a heated kiss.

“Oh my God ... ohhh,” Mary moaned between kisses, her voice muffled. Lester’s cock drove deeper, each thrust pushing her closer to the edge. Her juices dripped onto the living room carpet, her arms wrapped tightly around his neck for support.

“I’m gonna cum,” Lester groaned, his voice low and husky. He quickened his pace, his thrusts growing more intense. His hands gripped her hips, tilting her body forward slightly as he stood, allowing him to hit even deeper. The sound of their bodies meeting filled the room, a rhythmic slap echoing as he fucked her with raw passion, chasing his own release.

Just as Lester came inside her, their bodies trembling with release, they froze at the sound of footsteps at the front door. “Mary? You home?” Robert, Mary’s husband, called out, his voice echoing through the house. Panic hit them both. Mary grabbed Lester’s hand, pulling him off her as they quickly disentangled. Her heart raced as she led him upstairs, her bare feet soft on the carpet.

Instead of stopping in the bedroom, she tugged him into the bathroom, shutting the door quietly. “He might come up to the room,” she whispered, her voice shaky. The bathroom was small, the air cool against their flushed skin. Mary’s dress was still bunched around her waist, and Lester’s shirt was half-unbuttoned. They stood close, trying to catch their breath.

Lester pressed himself against her, his hands resting on her hips, ready to pick up where they left off. Mary’s eyes darted to the door, listening for Robert’s heavy steps on the stairs. The lock on the bathroom door felt like their only shield.

Mary’s back pressed against the cool bathroom door as Lester moved closer, his eyes locked on hers. The faint sound of Robert’s footsteps echoed downstairs, but the urgency between them hadn’t faded. Lester’s hands slid to her hips, gently lifting her dress higher. He leaned in, his breath hot against her ear, whispering, “We gotta be quiet.”

She nodded, biting her lip to stifle a moan as he pressed himself against her. Lester guided himself into her slowly, careful not to let the door rattle. The sensation made Mary’s knees weak, her hands gripping his shoulders for balance. He moved with soft, deliberate thrusts, each one pushing her harder against the door. The wood creaked faintly, and they both froze for a second, listening. Robert’s voice called out again, closer now, maybe at the bottom of the stairs.

Lester didn’t stop. He covered her mouth with his hand, his other arm holding her up as he fucked her silently, the rhythm steady but restrained. Mary’s muffled gasps were barely audible, her body trembling as she clung to him. The risk of Robert opening the bedroom door just feet away sent a thrill through them both, making every quiet thrust feel electric.

Her eyes fluttered shut, her head tilting back against the door as she fought to stay silent. Lester’s grip tightened, his pace quickening the danger of getting caught only made it hotter.

Robert’s footsteps grew louder as he entered the bedroom, the floorboards creaking under his weight. Mary’s heart pounded, her body still pressed against the bathroom door as Lester kept moving inside her, his thrusts slow but relentless. The door gave a faint squeak with each push, and she shot him a wide-eyed look, silently begging him to be careful. He smirked, his hand still covering her mouth to keep her quiet.