Here we go,
Tom thought as he pulled up in front of his apartment and saw her sitting on the hood of her car. Alexa was a neighbor from the next building over, and she flirted relentlessly with him. She wasn't even particularly subtle about it when he was with his wife.
What she didn't know was that Felicia didn't mind. She acted as if she did, but it was just playing into her fantasies. They had even considered letting it go a little farther, but decided that was playing with fire. She was barely eighteen, and obviously not very discreet. They had plenty of playmates to feed into their kinks, so there was no sense adding the potential complication.
Tom thought the young woman looked a little unsteady when she stood up as soon as he shut off his car. He assumed she'd been drinking, as it was after midnight, and hardly out of character.
Alexa sauntered toward him in a black mini skirt, a deep-necked, off-white top, heels, and black stockings. She looked as if she'd been out partying, which added to his suspicion that she might be drunk.
He climbed out of his car, ready to act nervous as she shoved her tits in his face.
"Alexa," he said when she was a couple of steps away. He was surprised to see her pull out her phone instead of trying to ply her considerable feminine whiles on him. She stepped right up to him and held up her phone.
Shit,
he thought as he saw the picture of their cat looking through the curtains of the bedroom window. They were careful to make sure he never got in the front window, but the bedroom window had a view of nothing but the brick wall of the apartment building next door and some electric meters, so they weren't as diligent about it.
"You do know there's a
no pets
clause in the lease, right?" Alexa asked as she slipped her phone back into her pocket.
"Yes," Tom answered. While it was technically true, the man who owned the company running the gated community was a family friend, and they weren't actually bound by it. He only asked that they make a reasonable effort to keep the cat hidden from the neighbors.
"Don't try to tell me that's not your cat. I took the picture myself," Alexa said.
Tom responded, "Okay. Fine. So?"
Alexa sprouted a devious grin and nodded toward his apartment door.
Tom sighed theatrically, pulled out his keys, and unlocked the door. Felicia was in her pajamas — which left little to the imagination — and all sultry smiles when she saw him. That changed as soon as Alexa appeared behind him. Her eyes darted everywhere.
"She knows about the cat," Tom said. "She's got a picture of him."
Felicia stopped her frantic search and bit her bottom lip — looking concerned.
"That's right. I know you've got a cat in here," Alexa smugly said as she leaned against the kitchen bar. "All I have to do is take this picture to the office, and it's either you, or the cat."
Tom said, "Okay, it's obvious you want something. So what do we need to do to keep you quiet about the cat?"
The young woman's smile turned even more devilish. "Well then, if you want to keep the pussy, you're going to have to eat my pussy."
"What?" Tom exclaimed as his wife let out a shocked gasp.
"You heard me," Alexa said. "Let me sit on your face until I can't breathe from coming, and I won't take this to the office."
"You're drunk. You can't be serious," Felicia said.
"Oh, I'm so serious," Alexa countered. "And I want you to watch, too."
Felicia gasped again, but this time, there was something different to the sound, and he knew what it was. He kept a straight face, but said, "I need to talk to my wife."
"Make it quick. You've got a couple of minutes before I walk out the door, and then it's goodbye pussy."
His wife stood and walked into the hallway with Tom close behind. Once they were by the bedroom door, he leaned in and whispered, "She has no idea."
"Oh my god," Felicia said, and shuddered. "The thought of her riding your face... She has no idea what she's in for."
"Think you can act all pissed off and keep your hands out of your pants?"
"It won't be easy. My panties are going to be soaked. Think she'll try for more?"
Tom gave his wife's ass a quick, surreptitious squeeze. "I hope so."
"Time's up," Alexa called from the front room.
Felicia brushed her fingers against the bulge from his erection, and then adopted a scowl. Tom did his best to look anxious as he turned.
Once back in the front room, he asked, "If I do this, then we can keep our cat?"
"I said I wouldn't tell anyone. So what's it going to be?" Alexa said.
Tom looked at his wife, who looked appropriately stiff and mad. He then turned back to Alexa, let his shoulders slump, and said, "Okay."
The young woman shivered and groaned. "Take your clothes off."
"You didn't say anything about that," Felicia snapped.
"Well, it's happening," Alexa said as she popped the button on her skirt.
Felicia crossed her arms in front of her chest, pursed her lips, and looked away.
Tom did his best to look resigned as he pulled his shirt over his head, and made a point not to look at Alexa. That was easier said than done as he heard a zipper coming undone, and saw her pushing her skirt down in his peripheral vision.
"Hurry up and get those pants off," Alexa demanded.
Tom clenched his teeth, unbuttoned his pants, and shoved them down along with his boxers.
Alexa gasped and moaned. "Oh my. Look at that. He's hard. He wants this," she taunted.
Tom kept his eyes averted as he wriggled and stomped his way out of his jeans.
