All present during sexual scenarios are over the age of 18 years.
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Kira's mind reeled as she watched Brandon striding up the dark hill. Her heart was beating a million beats a second. She gulped air while riding the aftershocks of a shattering orgasm. Like every moment they'd shared, Brandon had been unpredictable and playful yet ruthless about driving her to orgasm.
What am I doing?! This is getting out of hand!
Kira's mind spun as she tried to find her bearings. As her heart slowed and her faculties returned, another question popped into her head,
Why did I cum so hard when I imagined his wife watching us?
Kira had never been the vindictive type, and she actually liked Holly.
But if Holly was so great, then why was Brandon chasing me?
The thought gave Kira a very self-satisfied feeling.
Indeed, Holly was fun to be around. She was always saying wacky things and was incredibly generous. On the other hand, she was snarky and rude to Brandon.
Is that really the justification I'm using to sleep with a woman's husband?!
After a few beats, Kira shrugged her shoulders.
Yeah. Fuck that bitch
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Brandon strode up the hill while straightening his clothes.
Maybe I should take a minute before going in,
he thought as he smoothed his hair back and wiped his sweaty brow with the bottom of his shirt.
Nah! This will be a lot more fun.
Feeling like a teenager, he bounded up the front steps and into the foyer. After stopping to listen, he heard Holly rustling around in the kitchen. A smirk slowly crept across Brandon's face as he set off down the hallway.
Holly's back was to the door as she set out plates. Without turning, she said, "Glad you finally showed up... food's getting cold."
"That's okay, babe! You're hot enough for the both of us!" He came up behind her and rested his hand on her hip.
"Ugh! No one thinks your dad jokes are funny, Brandon. Let it go." Holly slid away from him, just as he knew she would. It didn't seem like she hated him. It was more like she just didn't need him—unless of course, there were chores. It didn't bother him much; she needed to make this journey, and it had more to do with her than with him. Besides, it was easy not to care about his bitchy wife when his thoughts were preoccupied with the sexy babysitter.
"I'm hilarious. I know that because you laugh at me whenever I take off my pants," he joked back.
"Don't fool yourself, Brandon. No one thinks about your dick."
You're definitely wrong there, wifey.
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Kira collected herself and walked up the hill in the falling darkness. She tried her best to clean up, but some things were beyond her limited resources.
Grateful that the house had two staircases, Kira could sneak up the stairs unseen and maybe even make an excuse to beg out of dinner. She edged the screen door open and stepped through the front door, hesitating. At the same time, she listened to confirm Brandon and Holly's location within the house. Hearing their muffled voices from the kitchen, she crept across the foyer.
Almost there!
She thought as she reached out for the banister. Ever so slowly, she placed a sneakered foot on the bottom step— CREEEAK!
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Well, shit,
Brandon thought. He had hoped to distract Holly a bit so that Kira could avoid being seen.
Even though I got lucky today, it might not be my lucky day.
"Kira!" Holly called out. "Dinner's in the kitchen!"
"Okay, I'll be right back down," Kira said, sounding tight with tension. "I'm just going to go upstairs to change before dinner."
