My cock was still buried deep inside her, her walls fluttering wildly, cum and cream leaking down my balls in a sticky mess.
Damn it.
First thought: her husband.
I remembered that awful night when I got caught deep inside a married woman, her husband bursting in, furious. My parents kicked me out the next day without a word. If the people in this building ever learned I was going through their wives one by one, I'd be out on the street faster than I could blink.
Another knock, louder this time.
"Who do you think it is?" I whispered, still moving slow inside her.
"It can't be my husband," she breathed, but her pussy tightened even more around me, like the fear was turning her on. "He didn't mention coming back early…"
I slid out carefully, the wet sound echoing in the quiet room. I grabbed my sweats and pulled them up over my dripping cock.
"Let me see."
I stepped to the door, peeked through the peephole.
Autumn.
There she was, wrapped in a thin silk robe that barely covered her thighs, cigarette glowing between her fingers, looking too awake for this time of night.
I turned back to Lily. She was shaking, naked, cum running down her legs.
"It's Autumn."
Her eyes widened. She jumped up, scrambling for her overcoat to hide the mess we'd made of her body.
"What does she want now?" she muttered, voice shaky. "Alex, put your clothes on quick!"
I pulled on my shirt, my cock still sticky and half-hard. Lily shoved a random light bulb into my hand.
"Act like you were fixing the light," she hissed.
She opened the door just a bit.
"Hey, Autumn… what's going on?"
Autumn glanced at Lily—hair a mess, lips swollen, cheeks flushed—and gave a small, knowing smile.
"Hey, Lil. I'm feeling kind of down. Can I crash here tonight? I just don't want to be alone."
I nearly laughed. Crash? After hearing Lily scream my name for hours?
Lily shot me a desperate look, wanting me to stay, but she couldn't turn down her friend.
"Sure… come in."
Autumn stepped inside, her robe slipping off one shoulder, one heavy breast almost spilling out. She gave me a sly look.
"Thanks for helping with the… lighting issue," she said, her tone dripping with something I couldn't place.
Lily's face turned red. I held up the bulb awkwardly.
"Should be good now," I said, forcing a grin. "I'll head out."
Lily's expression fell, a sad look in her eyes as she led Autumn toward the guest room. The main bedroom was a wreck—sheets soaked, air thick with sex.
Before she could get far, I grabbed her wrist.
"Tomorrow," I said low. "My place. No interruptions."
She nodded quickly, eyes glistening. "I'll be there. I promise."
I left feeling pissed, my cock aching, the taste of her still on my tongue.
Back in my apartment, I slammed the door and flopped onto my bed.
Still smelled her on me. Still wasn't satisfied.
Then it hit me.
Tiffany.
The gorgeous MILF next door. Husband gone for weeks, kids at her parents'. I'd slipped out of her bed this morning without a word, still inside her when I woke.
No way I'm sleeping alone tonight.
I got up, didn't bother changing, cock already stirring in my sweats, and headed to her door.
Knocked.
Waited a moment.
The door swung open.
There she was, the sexiest MILF I'd ever laid eyes on, in a tight white maxi dress that clung to every sinful curve, nipples hard and poking through, no bra, hair wild like she'd been waiting.
She smiled soft, stepped close, and took my hand.
"Alex… why did you just leave like that?" she murmured, pressing her full chest against me. "I even went to your place looking for you."
I shut the door behind me, grabbed her hips hard.
"Didn't mean to," I said, voice rough. "Had to handle some college stuff. But I'm here now."
Her eyes sparkled, hand sliding down my chest.
"Good," she whispered. "Because I've been wet all day thinking about you… and I'm not letting you go anywhere tonight."
The thin white maxi dress clinging to every dangerous curve. Her nipples were already hard, poking through the fabric like they were begging for my mouth. She looked at me with that slow, hungry smile, the one that said she'd been wet since I left her bed this morning.
I stepped in close, no words, just grabbed her face and kissed her deep. Slow at first, tasting her lips, then harder, tongue sliding against hers while she moaned into my mouth. Her hands went straight to my hair, pulling me closer like she couldn't get enough.
I broke the kiss just long enough to grab the straps of her maxi and slide them down her shoulders. The dress caught on her heavy tits for a second before spilling free, those perfect fat breasts bouncing out, nipples dark and stiff. I didn't wait. Pushed the fabric lower, let it pool at her waist, and took one nipple in my mouth, sucking hard while my hand squeezed the other.
"Fuck… Alex…" she gasped, arching into me.
I kept sucking, biting just enough to make her whimper, then switched to the other, leaving both wet and shining. My hands roamed her sides, tracing every curve, that tiny waist flaring out to hips I could grab forever. I slid the dress the rest of the way down, let it drop to the floor. Nothing underneath. Just smooth skin and that dripping pussy I'd been inside all morning.
She was naked now, breathing hard, eyes glassy.
I picked her up easy, hands under her ass, and carried her to the bedroom. Laid her on the bed gentle, climbed over her, kissing down her neck, between her tits, sucking marks into her skin while she squirmed under me.
"You remember that phone call?" I muttered against her stomach, licking slow circles. "Your husband on the line while you were riding my dick?"
She moaned loud, thighs spreading wider.
"You liked lying to him, didn't you?" I said, biting the inside of her thigh. "Telling him you were fine while I was balls-deep in his wife."
"Yes…" she whimpered, fingers in my hair. "It made me so wet… hearing his voice while you fucked me…"
I spread her legs wide, looked down at that soaked pussy, still swollen from earlier.
"Dirty fucking wife," I growled, sliding two fingers inside her easy. She was dripping, clenching around me instantly.
I pumped slow, curling them, watching her back arch off the bed.
"Imagine if he knew," I said, leaning down to lick her clit slow. "Knew his sweet little wife was getting her pussy eaten by the guy next door while he's stuck in some airport."
She cried out, hips bucking against my mouth.
I kept going, tongue flicking her clit, fingers fucking her deep, until she was shaking, begging, right on the edge.
Then I stopped.
Crawled back up, kissed her hard so she could taste herself.
"Turn over," I said against her lips.
She rolled fast, ass up, face down, presenting like she already knew what I wanted.
I grabbed her hips, pulled her back to the edge of the bed, and just looked for a second. That perfect, fat ass. Those thick thighs. The way her pussy peeked out, glistening, begging.
I rubbed my cock through her wetness, teasing her entrance.
"You want it again?" I asked, voice rough.
"Please… Alex… fuck me…"
"Hold that ass open," I growled.