"Jade, you are such a great neighbour," Harry told her. "I can't thank you enough for your help and at such short notice."
"Mmmmmhhhh, Anytime, Harry," Jade said, her voice filled with sincerity as she tried to hide the delight in her tone, as she looked back at him over her shoulder.
Jade gripped the arm of her neighbour's sofa as Harry pushed inside her pussy, again.
She gasped, her hips rocking back against him as he thrust forward, his cock filling her completely this time.
Jade felt the pleasure overwhelm her, hastily turning her head away from him, a desperate attempt to keep her face from betraying the lie that she was bent over and taking his cock for any other reason than just 'being a helpful neighbour,' and she pushed back against him.
Harry's hands gripped Jade's hips harder, his body slapping against hers with each thrust. "Fuck, Jade," he groaned, his voice thick with desire. "You feel so good, so tight. Jenson is such a lucky man, even if he doesn't know he is sharing his wife's pussy."
Jade thought to herself as she gripped the fabric of the sofa arm, feeling the old man's cock deep inside her. She bit her lip to suppress another moan: a moan that could give away that her helpful intentions were more for her benefit, her body betrayed her thoughts as it responded to the wonderful fucking he was treating her to.
Jade decided not to mention that she and Jenson hadn't been intimate for weeks now, ever since she had started helping Harry out with his releases. She didn't want to worry Jenson; after all, she was just being a helpful neighbour.
Jade's pussy clenched around Harry's cock, another sign of her true feelings, and she couldn't help but let out a soft moan this time, her head falling as she gripped tighter to the sofa.
Harry must have felt it, too, because she heard his groan, his hips moving faster, his cock slamming into her and with more force.
A broad smile spread across her face.
***
Thirty-four minutes ago, Jade had gotten a call at her office; it had been Harry.
Harry had explained that he hoped not to bother her at work, but he was needing her help again with one of his now regular releases. These releases had started as merely showing him some flesh as he touched himself, But then increased to a quick hand-job, before escalating to blowjobs over the last couple of weeks; with every assistance to his release and helping him, she had had to do a little bit more the next time, not that she was complaining though, and not that she would admit it; she loved being helpful with his releases.
Over the last couple of days or so, it had seemed the only way she could be helpful towards his release was to be on hand to offer her pussy; of course, Jenson need not worry; it was only neighbourly to help out, and so what if she sometimes fantasised for more? Harry might not return those ideas and feelings, so it was ok to keep them to herself.
Jade had hung up the phone in the office; she explained there had been an emergency and had raced home from work, well, to the door across from her home, and now she was happily bent over Harry's sofa, her skirt hiked up around her waist, her bare ass on display and pressing back. She was dripping wet, her juices coating her inner thighs, another failing tell-tale sign of her own arousal. She had been looking forward to this since Harry's call.
"Jade, can you turn around? I think seeing your tits might help me." Harry asked.
Jade turned her head to look at him over her shoulder, a playful smirk on her lips. "Sure," she teased.
