Chapter 6: Weekend at Her Place

Friday night I parked two blocks away like she’d texted, heart hammering so hard I could feel it in my throat. The suburban street was quiet—perfect lawns, porch lights glowing, minivans in driveways. I walked the back way through the alley, backpack slung low, cock already thickening at the thought of finally stepping inside her world. The house was a two-story colonial, warm lights spilling from the kitchen window. Normal. The kind of place where families ate dinner and argued about homework. The kind of place I was about to defile.

I tapped the back door softly. It opened almost instantly.

Rebecca stood there in a short silk robe the color of midnight, loosely tied, auburn hair loose and wavy down her back. Nothing underneath—I could tell by the way the fabric clung to the heavy swell of her 36DD breasts and the soft curve of her belly. Her glasses were on, black-rimmed and sexy as ever. The wedding ring glinted on her left hand as she pulled me inside and shut the door.

“You came,” she whispered, voice husky. “I’ve been wet since lunch thinking about this.”

The kitchen smelled like fresh coffee and whatever she’d cooked earlier. Kids’ photos covered the fridge—her teenagers smiling in soccer uniforms. Husband’s golf clubs leaned in the corner like silent witnesses. The cheating vibe hit me like a punch: this was their home. Their life. And I was the twenty-year-old student about to fuck the wife on their counter.

She didn’t give me time to overthink. She pressed me against the kitchen island, silk robe slipping open just enough for her bare breasts to brush my chest. The kiss was slow this time—deep, tasting, tongues sliding like we had all night. Her hands roamed under my shirt while mine slid inside the robe, cupping her ass, feeling the lace tops of thigh-high stockings she’d worn from work still hugging her soft thighs.

“Bedroom?” I murmured against her lips.

“Not yet.” She hopped up onto the island herself, robe falling open completely. Pale freckled skin, full breasts, the dark pink nipples already tight. “Eat your professor first. Right here where I make dinner for my family.”

I dropped to my knees, pushed her thighs wide. The stockings whispered against my ears as I draped her legs over my shoulders. Her pussy was already glistening, swollen, the scent of her arousal thick and sweet under the vanilla perfume. I licked slow from bottom to top, savoring the taste, then sucked her clit gently while she gripped the edge of the counter. Her moans were soft, breathy, one hand in my hair, the other covering her mouth because the windows were open to the backyard.