I couldn’t stop thinking about Emma.

Every day she lay in her backyard in a tiny bikini. The bottom was so small it showed the shape of her pussy. She untied her top so her big soft tits spread out on the towel. Her nipples got hard when the wind touched them. I stood at my window and stroked my cock slowly, dreaming about licking between her legs and tasting how wet she was.

One hot evening her husband left for a week of work. At eight o’clock she came to my door. She wore a thin white dress. No bra. Her dark nipples showed clearly through the cloth. No panties either. She held an empty wine bottle and smiled.

“Max, my corkscrew is broken. Can I use yours?”

I let her inside. She walked in front of me. Her hips moved side to side. The dress went up and I saw her bare pussy lips. They looked puffy and shiny already. In the kitchen she bent over to look in the drawer. Her ass was high. Her legs opened a little. I could see her wet slit clearly.

I walked close and pressed my hard cock against her ass through my jeans. She stopped for a second, then pushed back slowly. She rubbed herself on me.

“You watch me every day, right?” she said in a low voice. “You play with your cock when I sunbathe.”

“Every single day,” I said.

She turned around fast. She pulled my zipper down. My cock jumped out—big, thick, hard, with wet precum on the tip. She made a soft moan when she saw it. She held it with both hands and stroked it slowly. Then her tongue licked the tip, tasting me. After that she put it in her mouth. Deep. Her lips stretched around me. She went all the way until her nose touched my stomach. She gagged a little but kept sucking. Her tongue moved under my cock. Spit ran down to my balls. I held her hair and moved in and out of her mouth. Slow, then faster. She looked up at me with wet eyes and moaned like she loved it.

When I got too close I pulled out. I slapped my wet cock on her cheek.

“Not yet. I want your pussy first.”

I lifted her up and pushed her over the kitchen counter. She opened her legs wide. Her back curved. Her ass was up high. Her pussy looked so ready—swollen, wet, open. I rubbed my cock head on her wet lips. I teased her clit until she shook.

“Please Max,” she begged. “Fuck me. Put it in.”

I pushed in hard—all the way in one push. Balls deep. She screamed loud. Her pussy squeezed me so tight.

“So big… it hurts so good… you’re stretching me wide…”

I grabbed her hips and fucked her fast and hard. In and out. Long hard thrusts. My balls slapped her clit every time. Wet sounds filled the kitchen. Her juice ran down my cock and dripped on the floor. She pushed back to meet me. She moaned my name again and again. Her big tits swung under her.

“You like this, don’t you?” I said. “Getting fucked by the neighbor while your husband is gone.”

“Yes… yes… I’m your slut… fuck me harder…”

I reached under and rubbed her clit fast. She came right away. Her legs shook. Her pussy squeezed me tight. She squirted hard—wet all over my cock, my jeans, the counter. I kept fucking her through it. She screamed until her voice broke.

I turned her over. Put her on her back on the counter. Her legs went over my shoulders. I folded her small. Her pussy was red and messy now. I slid back in slow. Watched my cock disappear inside her. Then I fucked deep. Every thrust I pressed my body on her clit. She looked like she was in heaven—eyes rolling, mouth open.

I kissed and sucked her neck and tits. Left dark marks everywhere. Marks her husband would see later. She scratched my back. Her legs locked around me.

“Cum inside me Max,” she said. “Fill me. I want your cum in me.”

That made me lose control. I fucked faster. Harder. My balls got tight.

“I’m going to fill this married pussy,” I said.

“Yes… please… do it…”

I pushed in deep and came hard. Thick hot cum shot inside her. Pulse after pulse. She squeezed me and came again. Her pussy milked every drop. Cum leaked out around my cock.

We stayed like that. Breathing hard. My cock still inside her warm wet pussy. She kissed me slow. Her tongue played with mine. “He is gone until Friday,” she said softly.

I smiled. I was already getting hard again inside her.

“Good. Then I will fuck you every night. In every room.”

We kept going. In the shower—her back on the wall, legs around me, water running over her bouncing tits. On the couch—she rode me, ass moving, saying how much bigger I was than her husband. In their bed—her legs by her ears, my tongue in her cum-filled pussy first, then slow deep fucking until she cried from too many orgasms.

In the morning she could hardly walk. Her thighs were sticky with our cum. At the back door she kissed me long.

“Come tonight,” she said.

“Every night he is gone,” I told her.