Chapter 4: Delicious
They moved rapidly, their movements frantic. Ethan yanked on his shorts, his cock still half-erect as he hastily stuffed it back into his boxers. Mrs. Willow yanked on her clothing, her hands trembling as she tried to hide the sticky wetness between her legs.
"Hurry," she whispered, looking toward the door.
Ethan moved in a rush, pulling his shirt and redoing his pants. His half-raised cock was still sticking out, and he had to settle in before he moved to the bathroom. Mrs. Willow gasped sharply, trying to compose herself as she heard his footsteps disappear down the corridor.
She buttoned her shirt and shorts on with trembling hands, the cloth sticking to the dampness on her skin. She looked once again at the disheveled bed, evidence of their secret encounter, before she rushed to the door. She opened it, and the spicy, warm smell of her husband's perfume and the thud of his shoes on the stairs welcomed her.
"Honey, I'm home!" Mr. Willow boomed, his keys jingling.
Mrs. Willow gulped, her heart racing. "Welcome back," she said, her voice better than she was feeling. "I'll fix dinner."
Mr. Willow moved in for a kiss, and she caught the faint scent of Ethan's presence on her lips. She recoiled, pretending to be busy with pots and pans. "I'll be right down," she promised him, a little too high.
"Take your time," he said to her, his own lips curving in a way that implied he knew. "I'm going to wash up first."
Mrs. Willow listened as her husband's footsteps moved down the hall to the bathroom. She leaned against the kitchen counter, her hand pressed to her still-throbbing pussy. She could feel Ethan's cum leaking out of her, a sticky reminder of what had just transpired. Her mind raced with the implications of their actions, but she pushed them aside, focusing on the task at hand.
With trembling fingers, she started to prep dinner, her thoughts wandering to the taste of her son on her lips. The kitchen was a whirlwind of activity as she chopped, sautéed, and seasoned, trying to ignore the slickness between her legs. Each movement brought a fresh wave of pleasure, making it difficult to concentrate.
Ethan had been watching her from the hallway, his cock still half-erect from their encounter. He couldn't resist the urge to sneak back in, his heart racing with excitement and fear. As he approached her from behind, he reached out and grabbed a handful of her thick, juicy butt, feeling it fill his palm.