Neal was frantically rushing around his home as the afternoon casted warm rays through the windows. Hayden, Neal's wife, birthday celebrations were only a couple hours away, and Neal found himself trying to finish up a long list of items and decorations for the party. Neal had orchestrated Hayden to be out shopping with her friends Erica and Becky, so he could get the house ready to surprise her.
The minutes were ticking away and Neal talked to himself as he scrambled about the house, "There is no way I'm going to get all of this done before people start showing up."
Shortly after uttering this, almost on queue, a knock at the door sent panic through Neal, thinking he lost track of time and guests were already at the door.
Neal's heart raced as he went to answer the door. Upon opening the door, he was relieved at the sight of Jillian, one of Hayden's friends whom she'd met through work.
Jillian's dress, a slinky midnight black, hugged her curves, accentuating every dip and swell of her body. The plunging neckline teased a tantalizing glimpse of cleavage at Jillian's average size breasts, drawing the eye to them, while the form-fitting fabric skimmed over her plump hips, hinting at the roundness of her ass beneath.
"Hey there, Neal," Jillian greeted with a playful smile. "Erica mentioned you might need a hand with the decorations. Would you mind putting me to work?"
Relief washed over Neal at Jillian's offer, "Of course, Jillian. I could definitely use the help. I've been running around like a madman trying to get all this finished, and I still need to change and shower," he replied, stepping aside to usher her inside.
As they made their way to the living room, Neal's gaze tried not to follow Jillian but despite his best efforts he couldn't help but to oggle one of his wife's friends. He couldn't help but take in her slender form in such a curve-hugging dress as she walked up the stairs in front of him.
"So where do you want me?" Jillian said with a sly grin as she looked back at Neal, "Use me however you want" as she paused briefly, "let's get these decorations finished up for Hayden!"
Neal, being too stressed didn't full take in the innuendo Jillian had dropped; jumping right back into decorating, Neal moved quickly and frantically as he tried rush through the remaining to do items. Even amidst the frenetic pace Neal couldn't help but catch a glance as Jillian reached down to grab balloons from the floor which offered up a spectacular glimpse of her lightly tanned cleavage.
Jillian, sensing Neal's gaze, moved closer as she slowly stood back up, and softly spoke out to him, "You seem a little flustered, Neal. Is everything alright?"
Neal's heart hammered in his chest; his senses heightened by the intoxicating scent of her perfume.
"We're... just behind on the decorations," he managed to stammer, his gaze flickering to meet hers, "I'm just stressing over all of this is all."
A mischievous glint came across Jillian's eyes as she leaned in closer, her lips hovering tantalizingly close to his ear.
"Well, lucky for you, I'm here to help," she murmured, her voice laced with a seductive undertone as she placed a hand on his shoulder that sent shivers down Neal's spine.
As they worked together, Jillian kept the conversation light, chatting about the decorations and whether Neal thought Hayden would like them.
"Oh, I'm sure she'll love them," Neal replied, his gaze continuing to flicker over Jillian's figure as she moved around the room, taking in the form fitting dress especially on his toned decent sized ass, which looked much more meaty compared to Hayden, his wife's, petite form and buttocks.
As they worked and prepared to hang the balloon arch, Jillian directed Neal to hold up the balloons on the wall while she would secure them with tape. Neal complied, his heart pounding in his chest as Jillian's body pressed close to his own as she maneuvered around to place tape.
As she moved to position herself to stick a new balloon to the wall, Jillian's ass brushed against Neal's crotch. He could feel the growing bulge in his shorts pressing against her. The feel of her soft curves against his increasingly throbbing cock was intoxicating, as his thoughts simultaneously also dwelled on being caught getting turned on by one of his wife's good friends.
Meanwhile, Jillian's herself was becoming increasingly excited.
Jillian could feel Neal's growing hard on pressing against her as she moved around purposefully teasing him. She couldn't hold back a large grin at the corners of her lips as she deliberately pressed her ass closer and closer to him with increasing firmness pushing into him with her movements, relishing the power she held over him.
Tension between them continued to build, as Jillian continued to spur on Neal's lust and forbidden temptation. Neal's breath started to come in shallow bursts as he struggled to maintain his composure, his mind consumed by thoughts of gripping onto Jillian's soft curves and taking her for himself.
"You're doing great, Neal," Jillian purred, her voice dripping with honeyed tones that sent nervous shivers down his spine.
"Just a little more to go and we'll have this arch looking perfect."
Neal nodded, he couldn't tear his gaze away from the tantalizing curve of her cleavage, the sight of her soft breasts threatening to shred the last of his self-control and restraint.
As they neared the final stages of securing the balloons, Jillian's movements grew bolder, her ass now full on grinding against Neal's crotch with a deliberate movement that left him reeling. He could feel the heat of her body seeping into his own. Jillian's own excitement peaked as she felt Neal's cock pressing against her, the unmistakable bulge in his shorts leaving little doubt as to the effect she was continuing to have on him.
With a wicked grin, Jillian turned her head, and softly said while looking into Neal's eyes,
"You know, Neal, I can't help but notice how hard you are for me right now."
Neal froze for a moment, stunned by her brazen blunt words, his pulse raced as he struggled to find words to respond with.
He knew he should resist. He knew he should put an end to this dangerous game before it went any further; before he risked everything with his wife, but Jillian's pull then and there was just too much for him to resist. The continued movement of Jillian's ass pressing against his throbbing cock left him aching for more.
"Jillian, we can't..." Neal began, his voice faltering as he struggled with how he essentially was now betraying his wife but was unable to deny how sexy Jillian was and her constant pressing attacks on him as she continued to grind her ass into his rock hard cock.
Jillian silenced him, as she turned around to face Neal straight on, with a finger pressed gently against his lips, her eyes blazing with a fierce determination.
"Shhh...," she whispered seductively, "Don't think, just focus on how good you feel right now," as Jillian pressed her chest against him, her hand slowly, and deliberately, reached down, to grab as much of the bulge in his shorts as she could.
Neal let out a soft groan as he looked down into Jillian's eyes that remained locked onto his, his cock straining against the fabric as she gripped him firmly in her palm, squeezing him in a pulsing rhythm.
"I know you want this, Neal," Jillian murmured, her voice husky with desire. "I can see it in the way you look at me."
Neal's heart hammered in his chest as he struggled to resist the overwhelming temptation; But, as Jillian leaned in close, her breath hot against his ear, he knew that he was powerless to resist her allure.
"Would you like to feel just how much you'd fill me up Neal?" Jillian whispered. "Aren't you curious how tightly my pussy would grip your cock as you slid deep inside me?"
"Neal... I have something to confess. I had overheard Hayden talking to Erica when she first started working with me. Hayden kept going on and on about how good you ate her out and made her cum so hard. The part I really loved overhearing though was just how thick your cock was and how she could barely take it in her at first," Jillian continued on whispering into Neal's ear.
"At least now I don't have to wonder if Hayden was exaggerating about how thick your cock is," she said as she gripped his shaft with a firm squeeze.
For a moment, Neal hesitated, his mind racing with conflicting thoughts and desires.
The knowledge that Hayden had confided in one of her best friend's, Erica, and that Jillian had overheard them about Hayden and Neal's sex life sent a thrill of excitement coursing through him.
Despite Neal's internal struggle, he found himself unable to resist Jillian's advances.
As Jillian slowly knelt before him, her eyes dark with desire, Neal groaned, torn between his loyalty to Hayden and how Jillian's repeated attacks were wearing his resolve down. He struggled to find the words to protest, but they became completely lost as Jillian's fingers danced teasingly along the waistband of his shorts.
"Jillian, we can't..." Neal began, his voice trailing off weakly as he met her intense gaze.
But before he could utter another word, Jillian silenced him with a gentle kiss against the head of his cock through his shorts, her lips soft and warm could be felt even through the fabric.
Neal was taken aback as Jillian nibbled teasingly at the sensitive tip of his cock, sending a bolt of pleasure through him. Unable to suppress the moan that escaped his lips, Neal looked upward, his eyes pleading for restraint.
Jillian, not wanting to give him a second to reconsider, took the groan as a sign to pounce, her confidence growing even bolder. With a swift movement, she confidently ripped his gym shorts down, allowing his throbbing cock to spring free.
Jillian paused... as she took in the sight before her, her eyes widening with desire as she admired Neal's long, thick shaft. A flush of arousal washed over her, her panties growing damp as she reached out tentatively to stroke his velvety skin.
With trembling hands, Jillian leaned in closer, her lips hovering just inches from his pulsing shaft.
