The next night followed the same delicious pattern. After a quiet dinner—pasta, garlic bread, a bottle of red—Steve yawned theatrically in the lounge.
“Another long one,” he said, stretching. “I’m shattered. Early night again?”
Nicki met his gaze, her green eyes sparkling with mischief beneath the lamplight. She wore her short navy silk nightie under her robe, the fabric whispering against her slim thighs as she stood.
“Definitely,” she replied softly. “Night, Jim.”
Jim waved from his armchair, already settled with a mug of tea and the telly on low. “Sleep well, you two. Don’t let the bed bugs bite.”
“Fancy coming for a run in the morning, mate?” Steve asked.
“Can’t – ankle’s still not right,” Jim replied. “Night then.”
They climbed the stairs, fingers laced, hearts already racing.
In the bedroom, they slid under the duvet without ceremony. Moonlight painted silver stripes across the sheets. Nicki pressed her back to Steve’s chest, his arm draped over her waist, hand resting possessively on her flat stomach.
Barely five minutes passed before the low murmur started again from the guest room.
Jim’s voice, warm and gravelly, carried through the wall.
“…that’s it, love… take it all in your mouth… yeah, just like that… suck it like you mean it… deeper now, good girl…”
Nicki inhaled sharply, then let out a quiet, delighted laugh against Steve’s shoulder.
“He’s at it again,” she whispered.
Steve’s cock twitched against the small of her back. “Filthy old bastard.”
But his hand was already sliding lower, cupping her mound through the silk. She was wet—drenched, in fact—her folds slick under his fingers.
“Listen to him,” Nicki breathed. “Telling her to take it all…”
Steve nuzzled her neck. “Makes you hot, doesn’t it?”
She nodded, hips rocking subtly against his palm.
He reached for his phone on the nightstand and opened the familiar site, scrolling quickly.
“Found one,” he murmured. “Husband’s friend comes to stay. She’s been fantasising… overhearing him… then one night it happens.”
Nicki’s breath hitched. “Read it.”
Steve propped himself on one elbow, phone in hand, voice low and rough as he began.
“She’d always thought he was handsome for his age—strong hands, easy laugh. But it was the way he spoke on the phone to those women that set her on fire. One night, after her husband fell asleep, she slipped into the hallway in her nightgown…”
As he read, Nicki turned in his arms. She kissed down his chest, slow and deliberate, until her lips brushed the head of his cock. Steve groaned softly.
She took him into her mouth—warm, wet, eager—sucking gently at first, then deeper, tongue swirling.
Steve’s voice faltered for a second.
“He heard her bare feet on the floorboards… then her hand on his thigh… ‘I couldn’t sleep,’ she whispered. ‘I heard you earlier…’”
Nicki hummed around him, the vibration making his hips jerk. She bobbed slowly, taking more each time, eyes locked on his as he tried to keep reading.
“He should have stopped her. But when she knelt between his legs and wrapped her lips around him… God, she was perfect…”
Steve set the phone down for a moment, threading his fingers through her red hair.
“Fuck, Nicki… just like that…”
She sucked harder, working her husband’s shaft, squeezing his balls gently.
Steve couldn’t hold on any longer. He held his wife’s head in place as he fired rope after rope into her mouth.
She pulled off with a soft pop, lips glistening. “Your turn to make me feel good.”
They swapped positions. Nicki reclined against the pillows, legs parted. Steve settled between them, the phone now in her hand.
She took over reading, voice husky and low.
“He groaned as she sucked him deeper… ‘That’s my good girl… take every inch…’”
Steve lowered his mouth to her pussy. He licked slow, flat strokes along her slit, tasting her arousal—sweet, musky, addictive. Nicki’s hips lifted.
“He pulled her up, spread her wide, and slid inside her while she bit her lip to stay quiet…”
Steve sucked her clit gently, then harder, tongue flicking. Two fingers slipped inside, curling to that spot that made her tremble.
Nicki’s reading grew breathier, words breaking.
“He fucked her slowly, deeply, filling her completely, whispering how tight she was… how wet…”
Her free hand gripped his hair. Her thighs quivered around his head.
“Steve… don’t stop…”
He didn’t. Tongue relentless, fingers pumping. He pulled her arse cheeks apart so her pussy was locked tight against his mouth.
Her body shook, moans growing louder, hands tight on Steve’s head.
“She came hard… clenching around him… milking every drop as he—”
She dropped the phone. Her back arched, a muffled cry escaping as she shattered against his mouth—waves of pleasure rolling through her, pussy pulsing on his fingers.
Steve kept licking softly through it, drawing out every tremor until she tugged him up, boneless and flushed.
They kissed—deep, tasting each other.
“Your turn,” she whispered, guiding his still-hard cock back to her entrance.
He slid inside in one slow thrust. They moved together—quiet, intense—building fast.
From next door, Jim’s voice had gone quiet. Maybe asleep. Maybe not.
It didn’t matter.
“Jim may be listening,” Nicki said.
Steve buried his face in her neck, thrusting deeper.
“Come with me,” he growled.
She did—again—clenching tight around him as he spilled inside her with a low groan.
They lay tangled, breathing hard, the phone screen still glowing faintly with the unfinished story.
Nicki traced lazy circles on his chest.
“Tomorrow,” she murmured, “we finish that one.”
Steve kissed her forehead.
“Tomorrow.”
The house settled into silence.
But the heat between them burned brighter than ever.
