Monday with Maureen.

Taking the day off for some time with Maureen.

I slipped through the front door the second Alan's car disappeared down the street. My heart hammered as I eased it shut behind me, the click of the latch sounding like a gunshot in the silent hallway. Maureen was already there, barefoot on the hardwood, wearing nothing but one of Alan's button-down shirts that barely covered the tops of her thighs. The moment our eyes met she launched herself at me.

Our mouths crashed together so hard our teeth clicked. She tasted like mint and coffee and pure hunger. Her tongue shoved past my lips, wet and aggressive, and I met it with equal force. We stood there grinding against each other, saliva mixing, dripping down our chins while she clawed at my shirt and I grabbed fistfuls of her ass. Every kiss was wetter than the last, tongues sliding, spit swapping, the sounds obscene in the quiet house.

She broke away just long enough to grab my hand and drag me upstairs. We left a trail of clothes behind us—my jacket on the bottom step, her shirt on the landing, my belt somewhere near the bedroom door. By the time we reached the marital bed we were both naked and breathing hard.

Maureen shoved me onto my back and climbed over my face without a word. Her pussy was already soaked, lips puffy and glistening. I buried my tongue in her immediately, licking broad stripes from her entrance up to her clit. She ground down hard, smearing her juices across my mouth and chin while she reached back to stroke my cock with a lazy hand.

"Fuck, I've missed this," she groaned, rolling her hips so her clit dragged over my tongue. I sucked the swollen nub between my lips and she jerked, thighs clamping around my head. I could feel her getting wetter, her taste coating my tongue as I lapped and sucked like a man starved.

When she finally climbed off my face she didn't give me time to catch my breath. She swung around and presented her feet, soles up, toes painted dark red. I didn't hesitate. I took her right foot in both hands and brought it to my mouth, running my tongue along her arch in one long, slow lick. Maureen watched me with a wicked little smile, clearly enjoying the sight of her lover worshipping her feet while her husband's pillow sat untouched on the bed beside us.

I spent the next ten minutes completely lost in it. I sucked each toe individually, swirling my tongue between them, tasting the faint salt of her skin. I licked long stripes up her soles, pressed kisses to her heels, let her press both feet against my face while I inhaled the scent of her. She wiggled her toes against my tongue, laughing softly when I moaned around them. By the time she pulled her feet away they were shiny with my spit and my cock was throbbing so hard it hurt.

Maureen grabbed Alan's pillow and shoved it under her ass, elevating her hips. The symbolism wasn't lost on either of us. She spread her legs wide, knees falling open, and I settled between them. My cock slid through her wetness a few times, coating myself in her arousal before I pushed inside in one smooth thrust.

She was tight and hot and perfect. I started fucking her in long, deep strokes, the wet sound of my cock sliding in and out of her pussy filling the room. Maureen wrapped her legs around my waist and pulled me deeper, heels digging into my back. Every thrust made her breasts bounce, and I leaned down to suck one nipple into my mouth, biting gently until she gasped.

The pace shifted gradually. What started as hard fucking became slower, deeper, more deliberate. I braced myself on my forearms and rolled my hips, grinding against her clit with each stroke. Maureen moaned loudly, the sound echoing off the bedroom walls. Her hands came up to frame my face as she pulled me down for another kiss, this one slower but no less filthy. Our tongues slid together, sharing spit, the kiss turning messy and desperate as I continued to fuck her with long, grinding thrusts.

"Harder," she demanded against my mouth, but I kept the pace slow, savoring every inch of her. She was dripping around my cock, the wet sounds growing louder as her pussy clenched and fluttered. I could feel her getting close, her breathing turning ragged, her nails digging into my shoulders.

When she came she screamed, loud and unashamed, her whole body shaking as her pussy clamped down around me. I kept fucking her through it, drawing out her orgasm until she was whimpering and oversensitive. Only then did I let myself go, burying myself to the hilt and unloading deep inside her. Pulse after pulse of cum flooded her pussy, some of it leaking out around my cock to drip onto Alan's pillow beneath her ass.

We stayed locked together for a long moment, breathing hard, sweat cooling on our skin. Eventually I pulled out and collapsed beside her. Maureen immediately curled into my side, and I pulled the duvet up over both of us. She rested her head on my chest while I played with her hair, running my fingers through the soft strands and occasionally pressing kisses to the top of her head.

We lay like that for thirty minutes, trading lazy kisses and soft touches. Every few minutes one of us would lean in for another slow, deep kiss, tongues sliding together lazily. The room smelled like sex and sweat and Maureen's perfume. I felt completely content, completely safe, knowing Alan was miles away at work and we had hours left before he came home.

Eventually Maureen reached down between us and found my cock already half-hard again. She stroked me slowly, bringing me back to full attention, then swung her leg over my hips and settled on top of me. This time she reached under the duvet, guiding my cock back inside her with a soft sigh of satisfaction.

We made love under the covers, the duvet creating a warm, intimate cocoon around us. I could feel every inch of her body pressed against mine as she rode me in slow, rolling motions. The angle was different this way, deeper somehow, and every time she sank down I could feel my cum from earlier being pushed out around my cock.

Maureen leaned down to kiss me, and this kiss was the sloppiest yet. She licked into my mouth like she was trying to taste herself on my tongue, saliva dripping down our chins to soak into the pillow beneath us. I reached up to grab her ass, helping her move, feeling the way her muscles flexed as she rode me.

The second time I came was quieter but no less intense. I groaned into her mouth as I emptied myself inside her again, adding to the mess already leaking out of her. Maureen kept moving through my orgasm, drawing it out until I was shaking and oversensitive.

We fell asleep like that, still joined together under the duvet, my softening cock still inside her, cum slowly leaking out to soak into Alan's sheets. The last thing I remembered before drifting off was the feeling of complete safety, complete rightness, knowing that for the next several hours this house belonged to us and us alone.