Tomi's guide to bed wetting

SATED

I thought the counter f**k was the riskiest thing I’d ever done. I was wrong.

Thursday afternoon, when I should’ve known better. Daniel was in the study with the door closed, working on something he never talks to me about. I could hear him murmuring to himself through the wall. Jason told me Chloe had gone shopping, so I could stop by.

I was in their guest bedroom with Jason — the one with the window facing my house so I could easily know when Daniel was up to. I’d slipped over in a loose sundress with nothing underneath, telling myself it would be quick. Just a fast, desperate quickie while Daniel was occupied.

Jason had me bent over the edge of the guest bed, skirt flipped up, his thick c**k sliding deep inside me from behind. One of his hands was clamped over my mouth because I couldn’t stay quiet anymore. The slap of his hips against my ass filled the room.

“Such a tight p***y,” he growled low in my ear, pounding harder.

I moaned into his palm, pushing back to meet every thrust, lost in the feeling of being so full and wanted. My breasts swung heavily with each stroke, n*****s brushing the bedsheets.

That’s when the bedroom door creaked open.

Chloe stood there, keys in hand, eyes wide as she took in the scene: her husband balls-deep inside me, my face flushed with pleasure, my dress bunched around my waist.

Time literally stopped.

I froze, terror flooding me. Jason stilled inside me, his c**k twitching involuntarily.

Chloe’s gaze moved slowly from Jason’s face, down to where we were joined, then up to my terrified expression. Instead of screaming or crying, her lips parted, and something darker flickered in her eyes.

“Well… f**k,” she said softly, voice surprisingly calm. “I knew something was going on with all those cookies and short dresses, Ella. But seeing it… damn.”

Jason started to pull out, but Chloe held up a hand. “Don’t stop on my account.”

My heart hammered so hard I thought I’d pass out. What am I doing? This is insane. She’s going to tell Daniel. My marriage is over. I’m a horrible person. But even through the panic, my p***y clenched around Jason’s c**k at the way Chloe was looking at me — not with anger, but hungry curiosity.

Chloe stepped inside and closed the door behind her, locking it. “You two have been sneaking around under my nose. The least you can do is let me watch… or maybe join.”

Jason’s voice was rough. “Chloe—”

She cut him off, eyes locked on me. “I’ve seen how you look at her, baby. And honestly?” She smiled, slow and wickedly. “The thought of you f*****g our sweet, repressed little neighbor has been turning me on more than I want to admit.”

She walked closer, setting her purse down. Her hand reached out and gently brushed a strand of hair from my face. “You poor thing. Married to that cold man next door, starving for this.” Her fingers trailed down my neck, then boldly cupped one of my heavy breasts through the sundress. “Let us take care of you, Ella. Both of us.”

I whimpered in shame and arousal, warring inside me. This is wrong on so many levels. But god… I’ve never felt so desired.

Jason started moving again slowly while Chloe pulled the sundress over my head, leaving me completely naked and exposed. She leaned in and kissed me softly at first, then deeper, her tongue sliding against mine as her hands explored my body. Jason’s thrusts pushed me forward into her kiss.

They worked together like they’d done this before.

Chloe guided me onto my back on the bed. Jason knelt between my spread legs, sliding back inside me with a groan. Chloe climbed up beside me, kissing my neck, then moving lower, guiding one of my n*****s into her warm mouth while her husband f****d me. Her tongue swirled expertly, teeth grazing just enough to make me arch and moan.

“So beautiful,” Chloe murmured against my skin, switching to the other breast. “These t**s are perfect. No wonder Jason couldn’t resist.”

She sucked harder, one hand sliding down to rub tight circles over my c**t while Jason’s c**k stretched me open with every thrust. The dual sensation was overwhelming — his thick length pounding deep, her fingers and mouth worshipping my breasts and c**t. I was shaking, trying so hard to stay quiet because Daniel was literally next door.

“Shhh,” Chloe whispered, kissing me again to muffle my cries. “Let us make you feel good, baby. You’ve been so neglected.”

Jason gripped my hips, f*****g me harder now, the wet sounds obscene. Chloe moved lower, kissing down my stomach until her mouth replaced her fingers on my c**t. She licked and sucked while Jason continued thrusting, their tongues and c**k working in perfect rhythm.

I came hard and violently — biting my own arm to keep from screaming. My p***y clenched and fluttered around Jason, gushing around his c**k as Chloe kept licking through my orgasm, prolonging it until I was a trembling, whimpering mess.

They didn’t stop.

Chloe straddled my face gently, lowering her wet p***y to my mouth. “Taste me while he f***s you,” she said softly. “Be a good girl for us.”

I hesitated only a second — I’ve never done this with a woman… what am I becoming? — then licked tentatively, then eagerly as her sweet-tangy taste filled my mouth. She moaned softly, grinding against my tongue while Jason kept pounding into me.

The room filled with wet sucking, skin slapping and muffled moans.

Jason leaned down and sucked hard on my breasts again, switching between them while Chloe rode my face. They were completely focused on me — worshipping every inch of my body, making me the repressed, s*x-starved neighbor the center of their pleasure. I could get used to this.

When Jason finally came, he buried himself deep, groaning as he filled me with hot spurts. Chloe came shortly after, thighs trembling around my head as she ground against my tongue.

We collapsed in a tangled, sweaty heap, breathing hard.

Chloe kissed my forehead gently. “That was hotter than I imagined,” she whispered. “We’re not done with you, Ella.”

Jason stroked my thigh. “But for now… you’d better slip back home before your husband wonders where you are.”

I dressed on shaky legs, c*m leaking down my thighs, my body marked with their mouths. When I crept back into my own house through the back door, Daniel was still in the study, none the wiser.

A few minutes later, he emerged, looking satisfied with his notes.

“You seem extra cheerful again,” he said, smiling faintly as I hummed while setting the table. “The Lord must be blessing you lately.”

I gave him my brightest, most innocent smile, even as my p***y throbbed with the memory of Jason’s c**k and Chloe’s tongue working me together.

“Yes,” I said sweetly, zipping the filthy images away. “I’m feeling very… blessed.”

Inside, my mind was already racing with the dangerous new reality.

They wanted more.

And God help me… so did I.