Room and Board - Part 2 (Patreon)

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“Good morning, beautiful,” Justin said as he wrapped his arms around Allison and snuggled up against her.

Allison smiled and pressed her ass against him.

“Good morning to you,” she said. “You got home late last night.”

“I know,” he said. “I’m sorry. We had a notes session with the studio and the writer freaked out. We had to spend most of the night trying to calm him down and work our way through the notes so he could get started on the rewrites today.”

“It’s okay,” Allison said. “Succeeding in your business means long hours.”

Justin kissed her cheek and said, “Thank you for understanding.”

When he moved to pull away, Allison reached back and grabbed his ass to keep him close. “Don’t go,” she said.

Allison wasn’t sure if it was her guilt from her dalliance with Blake the night before or the fact that fucking the younger man in their pool had unlocked a part of her she’d hidden away as her sex life with Justin had gotten stale, but she was feeling exceptionally amorous.

“You’re hard,” she said. “I can feel it. Why don’t we take advantage of that?”

“Really?” Justin said.

Allison laughed, mostly because his reaction seemed like an embarrassing indicator of just how stale things had gotten between the two of them.

“Sorry, that was a stupid thing to say,” Justin added. “What I meant was, I would absolutely love to have sex with my beautiful wife on this lovely morning.”

Allison rolled over, kissed him, and reached into his underwear to free his cock and wrap her fingers around it. Their tongues mingled as she stroked him with a kind of vigor she hadn’t felt for his cock in years.

“Shit, Allison, that feels incredible,” he said.

“You know what would feel even better?” she asked.

Allison quickly answered her rhetorical question by straddling him, pulling aside the panties she’d worn to bed, and dropping her exceptionally wet pussy onto his cock.

“Fuck, yes, that does feel better,” Justin said as he pulled off her t-shirt and played with her breasts. “That feels much better.”

Allison placed her hands on Justin’s chest and rode him slowly. She ground her clit over his pelvic area, generating blissful waves of pleasure in her loins as her pussy milked his stiff dick.

“Yeah? Does my pussy feel good, baby?” Allison asked. “Does your wife’s pussy feel good wrapped around your dick?”

“Holy shit, yes,” Justin replied.

Allison saw the delighted surprise in his eyes. He knew she was acting a little out of character. She used to talk dirty all the time. She used to revel in it. She hadn’t done it much recently. She hadn’t been anywhere near turned on enough to do it recently. Fucking Blake had changed that, at least temporarily.

“Oh shit, I’m gonna cum, Justin,” Allison said as she closed her eyes and rode his cock faster. She heard the sounds of wetness emanating from between her legs. She knew she was soaked. She knew her husband’s cock was bathed in the juices of her desire that were at least partially for the much younger man sleeping in their guest room. That only served to arouse her further.

“I’m cumming. I’m cumming!” she cried out.

“Oh fuck!” Justin said.

Allison opened her eyes to see her husband’s orgasm face. His eyes were closed, his mouth was open, and he’d arched his back a little to push his cock as far into her pussy as it would reach. He was cumming inside her, just like Blake had. It thrilled Allison in a way she knew was inappropriate. She couldn’t help it, though. She felt like a changed woman and all it had taken was one foolish encounter in her pool.

“Babe, that was incredible,” Justin said.

Allison leaned down and kissed him. “I know,” she said.

She lifted her hips to let his cock slide out of her and pulled her panties over her pussy to catch the cum that would soon be leaking out.

“You get ready for work. I’ll make breakfast,” Allison said as she climbed out of bed and stepped into the closet to change into a pair of clean panties and throw on the pink satin robe she loved to wear in the mornings.

Justin was naked and on his way to the bathroom as Allison emerged from the closet and headed towards the kitchen.

“That was truly wonderful,” Justin said.

“Yes it was,” Allison replied as she stopped to give him a kiss. 

She gave his ass a quick swat and headed out of the bedroom and towards the kitchen to whip up a couple of quick egg sandwiches.

Allison had just dropped a bit of butter into the hot pan when she heard Blake clear his throat. She looked over her shoulder and saw him standing awkwardly on the other end of the marble island.

“Good morning, Blake,” she said with a cheerful smile.

He offered a quick wave of his hand and said, “Good morning,” while remaining as far from her as he could while still standing in the kitchen.

“Would you like an egg sandwich? I’m making them for Justin and me. An egg and a little cheese between two slices of bread; it’s classic stuff.”

Blake couldn’t seem to hold her gaze, choosing instead to look at the refrigerator before casting his eyes towards the floor.

Allison pulled the pan off the burner and walked towards him. She smiled as Blake backed away like she was wielding a knife with a murderous look in her eyes.

“Blake, it’s okay,” she said. “I’m not going to tell Justin about last night and he’s not going to find out. He and I just had sex. He thinks everything is wonderful, and I don’t regret what we did. I really don’t. It…opened me up. I don’t know. It felt like it freed me. I feel so much better this morning. It’s strange but kind of wonderful.”

Blake looked up at her and flashed a smile. “I feel really bad,” he said. “I mean, that seems like something we shouldn’t have done.”

“It’s something I shouldn’t have done, Blake. You’re 21 years old. You’re at an age where you’re not supposed to be responsible. I’m quite a bit older than you. I’m supposed to be responsible. So I’m the one that screwed up. You don’t have to feel bad. Let me do that,” Allison said.

“But you don’t feel bad,” Blake said.

“I feel a little guilty, as I should,” Allison replied. “But you’re right, I don’t feel bad. I feel good. I feel happy. I feel alive.”

“Well, that’s good I guess,” he said.

Allison laughed as she headed back to the oven and put the pan on the burner once more. “Do you want an egg sandwich?”

“No, that’s okay. I was going to try and get some writing done today. I’m going to do the clichéd thing and sit at a coffee shop, so I’ll get some breakfast there. Thanks though,” Blake said.

“Lots of great scripts were written at coffee shops, Blake. It’s a cliché, but it works for people,” Allison said as she turned and waved. He’d already turned his back and headed towards his room.

A few minutes later Allison had two sandwiches plated and two cups of freshly brewed coffee waiting. Justin showed up showered, dressed, and ready for work and devoured his sandwich without sitting down. He poured the coffee into a to go cup, gave Allison a longer kiss than usual, and headed out the door.

“I love you! Have a good day at work!” she called out.

“I love you too!” he replied.

Allison smiled and decided she’d eat breakfast in the office before getting some writing done. She grabbed her sandwich and coffee and set out down the hallway with a delightful bounce in her step that she hadn’t felt in a long time.

At her regular Tuesday lunch date, all three of Allison’s friends noticed the extra joy she emanated. She’d gotten there a little late and it was the first thing her girlfriends commented on as she sat down.

Allison told them all it was because she and Justin had enjoyed an impromptu round of morning sex, and as three women that were also in long term marriages they believed her without hesitation.

The sex with Justin had certainly thrilled her and it was a big part of the reason for her glow that day. She knew the real reason though.

Blake was on her mind as Allison pulled into the driveway after lunch. She kept reliving the experience in the pool. It was like a lovely little fantasy that played out over and over again, each time filling her with desire.

After letting herself into the house and dropping her purse on the kitchen table Allison had every intention of going to the bedroom and relieving some of the pent up desire that resided between her legs.

It was a moan from Blake’s room that interrupted her plan. She thought he’d still be at the coffee shop, but the moan from his room was unquestionably male and unquestionably sexual.

Allison couldn’t resist. She slipped off her shoes and tip-toed down the hallway and towards the guest bedroom. Another moan reached her ears. She was almost certain Blake was masturbating.

“Your pussy feels so good, Allison,” Blake said. “It feels so fucking good.”

Allison stopped in the hallway. Blake moaned again. The sound of his hand moving up and down his slick cock reached Allison’s ears.

She knew it was inappropriate to try and watch Blake masturbate, but she couldn’t help herself, especially since she’d heard her name.

“Fuck, Allison, take my cock. Take it,” Blake said.

Allison smiled. It sounded like he was playing out a little fantasy where she was his eager fuck toy.

She peaked into the bedroom and saw Blake standing at the foot of the bed. He had his phone in his hand and it looked like he’d pulled up Allison’s Facebook page. He was slowly flipping through her pictures and masturbating furiously.

“You want me to cum inside you?” Blake asked the fantasy version of Allison.

Feeling exceptionally naughty and sensing an opening, Allison stepped into the doorway and said, “Yes.”

Blake spun around, saw Allison and dropped his phone as he frantically tried to pull his pants up.

“Shit, Allison. Oh my God. I thought you were at lunch. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry,” he said.

Channeling that same naughtiness, Allison stepped into the room and wrapped her fingers around Blake’s cock. She stroked his still-wet shaft and stared into his eyes.

“What position was I in?” she asked.

“Wha…what?” Blake replied before a seemingly involuntary groan escaped his lips.

“In your fantasy, Blake. What position were you fucking me in?” Allison clarified.

“Doggystyle,” he said. “It was doggystyle.”

“Were we right here?” Allison asked as she slowed her stroking and played with the head of his cock. “Was I on my hands and knees at the end of your bed?”

Blake had no way of knowing it, but Allison felt a near overwhelming kind of lust coursing through her body. Something about Blake’s unbridled desire and the unadulterated nature of his fantasy had left her with a deep need to be on the receiving end of his cock once more.

“Yes,” Blake said as any embarrassment seemed to wash away in the face of the pleasure of getting a handjob. “We were here. You were right here.”

“And my pussy felt good?” Allison asked.

“Yes,” he said.

“And I wanted to feel you cum inside me? I wanted to feel your cock explode in my pussy and fill me with your hot cum?” she asked.

Blake closed his eyes and groaned. It seemed like he might cum at any moment. “Yes,” he said.

Allison released his cock and unzipped her skirt. It fell to the floor and she pulled her panties down before getting onto her hands and knees in his bed.

“Fuck me, Blake,” she said. “Fuck my tight pussy. Fuck me and cum inside me.”

Blake didn’t need a second invitation. He moved behind Allison, slipped his bare cock into her pussy, and grabbed her hips.

Allison looked back at him and asked, “Does my pussy feel good?”

“Your pussy is fucking perfect, Allison,” Blake answered as he began to fuck her. “It’s perfect in every way.”

After just a handful of thrusts Allison was on the verge of an orgasm. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d been so turned on. Something had shifted the night before when she fucked Blake in the pool. Something had awoken inside her and now she was on her hands and knees and acting like a whore for the 21 year old that lived in her house.

“Cum inside me, Blake!” she screamed.

He groaned and fucked her harder as his fantasy played out in real life. Allison climaxed first. Her head fell to the bed and she nearly toppled over as her legs wobbled from the intense pleasure.

Blake followed a few moments after. His cock was thick enough that Allison could actually feel it pulsing inside her as he released his load.

“Fuck, oh fuck, that’s so fucking good,” Blake said as shot after shot of cum released in her pussy.

“Yes it is,” Allison said. She curled her tingling toes and closed her eyes as the energy of her orgasm dissipated. “That was so much better than good.”

Blake pulled out and Allison stood up and put on her panties as his load began to drip out of her.

“Thank you, Blake. I really needed that,” she said.

He smiled, the sheepishness from earlier in the morning seemingly gone.

“It was my pleasure,” he said.

Allison gave him a soft kiss on the cheek, picked up her skirt, and left the bedroom knowing that it was not the last time she and Blake were going to fuck.