“Oh god, yes… right there… don’t stop!” she gasped, her back arching off the dining table as my tongue circled her clit. Her thigh pressed against my shoulder, her other leg draped over the edge of the sink, giving me full access to her dripping wet pussy. Her moans were muffled only by the sound of the faucet running, the water in the glass long forgotten. I slid the vibrator deeper inside her, its low hum making her shudder as I continued to tease her with my tongue. Her hands gripped the edge of the table, her nails digging into the wood. “You’re so good at this,” she whispered, her voice trembling with pleasure. I could feel her tightening around the vibrator, her hips bucking uncontrollably. “I’m so close…”

It had started so innocently. Just a simple “hi” on the app. I hadn’t expected much—just another profile to swipe through. But when I saw her picture, something about her drew me in. Her smile was warm, her eyes playful. We started chatting, and the conversation flowed effortlessly. She was funny, charming, and unapologetically open about what she wanted. “I’m not looking for anything complicated,” she had said. “Just someone who can make me feel alive.” It wasn’t long before she mentioned her husband, the long hours he worked, and the fact that she was home alone most Tuesdays and Thursdays. “If you’re free tomorrow…” she had typed, and I knew exactly what she was suggesting.

The next day, I found myself standing outside her door, my heart pounding in my chest. I knocked softly, and within seconds, she opened the door. My breath caught in my throat. She was standing there in a sheer black lingerie set, the fabric barely concealing her curves. Her hair fell in loose waves over her shoulders, and her lips curved into a sly smile. “Come in,” she said, stepping aside to let me pass. As soon as the door closed behind me, she pressed her body against mine, her lips meeting mine in a hungry kiss. I could feel her heartbeat through the thin fabric of her lingerie, her hands tugging at my shirt as her tongue explored my mouth.

We broke apart for air, and she giggled softly. “Do you want some water?” she asked, her voice still breathless. I nodded, and she took my hand, leading me to the kitchen. She filled a glass at the sink, her hips swaying slightly as she stood there. I couldn’t resist—I stepped up behind her, my hands sliding around her waist as I pressed a kiss to the nape of her neck. She shivered under my touch, her fingers tightening around the glass. “Here,” she said, turning around and handing it to me. I took a sip, my eyes never leaving hers. She leaned back against the counter, her lips parted as she watched me drink.

“You’re trouble,” she teased, her voice low and sultry. I set the glass down and lifted her onto the dining table, her laugh turning into a moan as I pulled her underwear down her legs. She spread her thighs, inviting me in, and I didn’t hesitate. My tongue found her clit, and her hands tangled in my hair as I began to lap at her. She was already so wet, her juices coating my tongue as I worked her into a frenzy. I reached for the vibrator in my pocket, turning it on before sliding it inside her. Her moans grew louder, her legs trembling as I continued to pleasure her with my mouth.

“You’re driving me crazy,” she panted, her hips grinding against my face. I could feel her orgasm building, her body tightening as she edged closer to the brink. “Oh god, I’m going to…”

Her words were cut off by a sharp knock at the door. We froze, her eyes widening in panic. “Mommy?” a small voice called out. Her daughter. My heart stopped. She quickly pushed me away, scrambling off the table and grabbing her underwear. “Just a minute, sweetheart!” she called, her voice steady despite the panic in her eyes. She grabbed my arm, pulling me toward the bedroom. “Go in there and don’t make a sound,” she whispered, shoving me inside before closing the door behind her.

I stood in the darkness of her bedroom, my heart still racing. I could hear her talking to her daughter, her voice calm and soothing. “What are you doing up, baby?” she asked. “Mommy was just cleaning the kitchen.” The little girl mumbled something I couldn’t quite make out, followed by the sound of her footsteps fading down the hallway.

A moment later, the bedroom door opened, and she slipped back inside, closing it quietly behind her. She leaned against the door, her chest rising and falling as she caught her breath. “That was close,” she whispered, a mischievous smile spreading across her face. She crossed the room to where I stood, her hands sliding up my chest as she pressed her body against mine. “Where were we?” she purred, her lips brushing against mine.

I didn’t answer. Instead, I grabbed her by the waist and lifted her onto the bed, her laugh turning into a moan as I climbed on top of her. “You’re insatiable,” I growled, my hands sliding up her thighs. She grinned up at me, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “And you love it,” she whispered, pulling me down for another kiss.