Out the blue Friday morning Maureen messages me to come round. She didn't mention anything about Alan and just said not to worry about him.

Excited and nervous I got in my car and went round.

After parking I quickly messaged Maureen letting her know I was here. She responded saying to come through to the house.

I stepped through her front door, the familiar click of the latch echoing in the quiet hallway. She was there waiting, a vision of illicit desire wrapped in a silky black dressing gown that clung to her curves. The fabric shimmered under the soft glow of the hallway light, and I could see the faint outline of her nipples pressing against the material. Her lips, painted a deep crimson, curled into a wicked smile as she closed the distance between us. Without a word, she pressed her body against mine, her hands sliding up my chest and around my neck as our mouths met in a hungry, passionate kiss. Her tongue danced with mine, tasting of wine and sin, and I felt my cock stir in my jeans, already hardening at the thought of what was to come.

Maureen broke the kiss, her breath warm against my ear as she whispered that Alan was in hospital for another procedure for his knee keeping him occupied for at least most of the day. The thought sent a thrill through me, and I followed her up the stairs, my eyes fixed on the sway of her hips beneath the sheer gown. The marital bedroom awaited us.

Maureen turned to face me, her fingers deftly untying the sash of her gown, letting it fall open to reveal her naked body beneath. Her breasts were full and inviting, her stomach flat, and the neatly trimmed triangle of dark hair between her legs glistened with arousal.

I closed the distance, my hands roaming over her soft skin as our lips met again, this time with even more urgency. My fingers traced the curve of her spine, down to the swell of her ass, and she moaned into my mouth, her hands fumbling with the buttons of my shirt. Soon, we were both naked, our bodies pressed together, the heat between us undeniable. Maureen sank to her knees, her eyes locking with mine as she wrapped her fingers around my thick, throbbing cock. Her tongue flicked out, teasing the tip before she took me into her mouth, her lips sliding down my shaft with practiced ease. I groaned, my hands tangling in her hair as she worked me, her moans vibrating around my length, driving me wild.

When I could take no more, I pulled her up, my mouth finding hers again as I backed her toward the bed. I laid her down, spreading her legs wide, and knelt between them, my gaze fixed on the glistening folds of her pussy. I leaned in, my tongue parting her slick lips, and she cried out, her hips bucking against my face. I tasted her sweetness, my fingers delving deep as I licked and sucked, her moans growing louder, more desperate. Her hands gripped the sheets, her body trembling as I brought her to the edge, only to pull back, teasing her until she was begging for more.

Finally, I positioned myself behind her, her ass raised high, her face buried in the pillow. I slid into her in one smooth motion, her tight heat enveloping me as I began to thrust, hard and deep. Her moans were muffled by the pillow, her body rocking with each movement, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room. I reached around, my fingers finding her clit, rubbing in tight circles as I pounded into her, her cries growing more frantic. Suddenly, she stiffened, her body convulsing as she came, her juices squirting out, soaking the sheets beneath us.

I flipped her over, her legs wrapping around my waist as I entered her again, this time with her on top. She rode me hard, her breasts bouncing with each movement, her nails digging into my chest. Our lips met in a messy, desperate kiss, our breaths mingling as we chased our release. The bed creaked beneath us, the headboard slamming against the wall, but neither of us cared. All that mattered was the raw, primal pleasure between us.

Maureen collapsed onto her back, her legs spread wide as I moved over her, entering her once more in missionary. Her eyes were locked on mine, her lips parted in a silent plea as I thrust into her, deeper and harder than before. Her moans were loud now, unrestrained, echoing in the room as I felt my own climax building. With a final, deep thrust, I buried myself inside her, my cock pulsing as I came, filling her with my hot seed. I didn’t pull out, instead letting my release spill onto Alan’s pillow, the fabric dampening beneath us.

We lay there for a moment, our bodies tangled, our breaths ragged. Maureen’s fingers traced patterns on my chest, her lips brushing against mine in a soft, lingering kiss. But the respite was short-lived. Within minutes, I felt the stirrings of desire again, and Maureen must have sensed it too, her eyes darkening with renewed hunger.

This time, I took her from behind again, her ass high in the air as I drove into her, my hands gripping her hips. Her moans were louder, more desperate, her body arching with each thrust. I could feel her tightening around me, her second orgasm building, and I didn’t hold back, my own release close behind. With a final, deep thrust, I came again, my seed spilling onto Alan’s pillow once more, marking our territory in the most intimate way possible.

We collapsed onto the bed, our bodies spent, the room thick with the scent of sex and betrayal. Maureen curled against me, her head on my chest, her fingers tracing lazy circles on my skin. The house was quiet now, the only sound our soft breathing, but the knowledge of what we’d done lingered in the air, a delicious, forbidden secret between us.