The Girl Next Door

Chapter 4: Wild s*x

As a married couple, s*x became part of their daily routine. Could this be their new fresh start? This was the first time that after hearing Florence's soft cry, Henry realized how sexy his wife was.

"Babe!" he grunted. He picked her up in one go and walked all the way to the window that was completely open. Still, the wall blocked their lower half perfectly. This was embarrassing for Florence. Even if she wanted to make Henry happy, it wasn't enough for her to exhibit her body to the entire world. She felt a sense of shame.

What if someone was watching them? She imagined herself being stalked by David once again. Her cheeks blazed with embarrassment. Henry couldn’t wait any longer. He indulged in lovemaking with her. She shuddered, moaning heavily. Lust in her eyes, she bit her lips harder.

Groups of people passed by, a few walked by normally while the others gazed at the night sky. This stimulated her even further. She never knew being an exhibitionist would be her kink. Irritation and the flame of desire ignited in her.

Henry felt Florence’s body getting hotter every passing second. He felt very possessive of her. She was so wet, her fluids trickled down her thighs to the floor. He turned animalistic, hearing her soft cry, and his shaft went deep inside her even harder.

Her legs were giving out, “No, babe… I can’t stand it anymore. Let’s go back to the bed.”

Her moans of pleasure were honey to him. He couldn’t care less about what people thought of them. They were on the seventh floor, and the wall perfectly hid everything. Only a pervert would peek at them.

Florence was tired. Her voice was hoarse and her legs were getting weaker. Her mind went blank. Henry was heaving. His thrusts were so powerful and demanding, they exhausted him quickly. Kneading Florence’s plump behind, he said, “Babe… it was so great.” But Florence lost all her strength.

Ding dong! The doorbell rang suddenly.

‘Who could it be?’ Henry frowned and forced himself to open the door. Florence didn’t move—she was still limping by the window. He opened the wooden door and saw Emma and David at the entrance.

“Where is Flo? Is she okay?” Emma looked worried.

"Umm… she’s fine, just a little heat stroke.” Henry didn’t want them to enter.

“What, is it serious? Let me check.” She pushed Henry away and barged inside. He was about to stop them, but it was too late. When they walked in, they met an exhausted Florence leaning by the window. And below her was her womanly fluid dripping from her p***y to the floor.

“Oops.” Emma didn’t expect this to happen. When she saw ‌that Florence didn’t see them, she excused herself and David, who was behind her.

What heatstroke?! They were clearly enjoying themselves. Emma was flustered and dragged David away with her.

Unknown to the others, David’s eyes were fixated on Florence’s inner thighs and her love juices. He couldn’t take his eyes off her, and in the next second, his eyes met Henry’s.

“Henry, we’re sorry for interrupting. Honey, let’s go.” His voice was slightly off. He quickly retracted his eyes and apologized to Henry. He continued, “Emma was really worried. It seems like we barged in for nothing.”

Although Henry didn’t like David’s gaze on his wife. He couldn’t do much, since he was also a victim of Emma’s glorious body. So, he had no choice but to gulp down his irritation.

"No, it’s fine. I understand.”

The wet spot is the evidence of our happy married life, nothing out of ordinary. Thanks to the robe, they didn’t see my throbbing erection. Or else I would have died of shame. Henry comforted himself.

Soon, David and Emma left for their own room where he recollected what had happened these past days. He was thinking of Florence wearing the blindfold, complementing her sexy curves. He craved for her body even more. Meanwhile, Emma went straight to take a bath, thinking about Henry’s lustful gaze all over her naked body.

Is Henry trying to take my wife’s attention too? David frowned. He knew the way men thought. It seems like Henry wants to have a session with my wife too. You should have been more honest with me, my friend. Not to mention, I need to teach your slutty wife a lesson. He clicked on the album filled with Florence’s intimate photos. He wanted to comfort his bulging shaft by thinking about f*****g her passionately. His mind flashed to the recent scene in Florence’s room, and his d**k got harder.

“Babe, let’s take a bath together.” Angrily, he turned his phone off, pulled off his clothes, and walked into the bathroom. After a few seconds later, David was banging Emma raw. Their rough and urgent session left both of them gasping for breath.

Emma didn’t think David would be so eager for her. Under the steaming hot water, he went wild. After their hot session, her legs were trembling, but she was content.