Mae walked the last block home. She was probably being overcautious; at this time of the morning, Reed would probably still be fast asleep with his long blond hair turning into a bird's nest and the covers curled around his body like a burrito as he slept off the exhaustion of his overnight shift. But if Mae was going to surprise her husband with a day in bed together, she was determined to go all the way. As far as she was concerned, the first he was going to know about her being home was when he felt her naked body sliding up against his. After that, it'd probably be pretty difficult to keep it a secret any longer.
Mae opened the door with slow, delicate care, slipping into her house like a teenager coming in after an all-night party. She stepped out of her shoes and closed the door gently behind her, then pulled the rest of her clothes off and left them in a puddle in the hallway. Her burgundy dress came off first, then the pink bra she wore under it (Mae massaged her breasts for a few seconds, always grateful for the moment when she could get rid of the constricting fabric and let her heavy tits hang free). She peeled off the pantyhose, sliding her fingers down the light brown skin of her legs with an intimate caress as she pulled the sheer fabric free. She thought for a moment about leaving her pink panties on, so that Reed could feel how damp they were, but then she decided against it. He was going to know how wet he made her pretty damn fast.
Mae crept through the hallway, feeling her feet sink into the soft white carpet and reveling in the sensation. She hadn't picked the carpeting specifically because it felt good against her naked body, but by the same token it hadn't taken her very long to notice either. It was why one of their first purchases for the house had been a carpet cleaner-doing it on the floor had left a few patches that Mae really didn't want the neighbors noticing.
Then it was up the stairs, padding quietly through the halls with a deliberate pace that hid her urgent need to get to the bedroom as soon as possible. Mae went around the corner, past the guest bedroom, and crept up to the slightly-ajar door to the room she and Reed shared. She carefully, quietly nudged it a bit further open, and-
And there was Reed, lying in bed. But that was the only way that the scene in front of her matched what Mae expected to see. He wasn't curled up under the covers-the bedclothes had fallen onto the floor leaving his naked body completely exposed. He wasn't asleep, either-his storm-blue eyes were wide open, staring up with a helpless intensity as his hips bucked up and down, over and over, lost in a rhythm of animal lust. And he was staring up at-she was riding-it was-
"Veronica!" Mae shouted, the name of her next-door neighbor escaping her lips in an explosion of incredulous fury. "What the hell are you-"
She never got any further. Veronica's gaze broke off from Reed the second Mae shouted her name, and she looked over at Mae with a confident look in her eyes. "Freeze," she said, and suddenly Mae's angry rant dried up in her throat and her body locked into position in the doorway, watching Veronica straddle her husband on the bed that Mae thought was hers.
"Wh-what did you do?" Reed asked, his voice strained. Mae knew what that voice sounded like, when she had him so worked up that his cock felt like it was fluttering under her touch and his balls felt tight and heavy in her hand. It was how he sounded when he was too horny to think about anything but sex, when just asking him what two plus two was got him confused and flustered. "To her, I mean. What, what did you do to her?"
"Oh, nothing bad," Veronica purred, her voice a honeyed drawl as she rocked slightly on Reed's cock. She was flushed with exertion and covered with a shin sheen of sweat, making her soft pink skin glisten just a little in the late morning sunlight. Her dark hair was sticking to her head in places, the curls flattened by the damp heat of their exertions. Mae wanted like hell to shove her off the bed and drag her out of the house by that hair, but her arms and legs acted like they never wanted to move again.
"It's just..." Veronica's dark brown eyes twinkled with mischief as she rolled her hips back and forth, keeping Reed too distracted with sensation to push her off of him. "Well, you know all those ladies nights Mae and I had, here at the house when you went to work?"
"Uh-huh," Reed gasped, his eyes rolling back in his head slightly as Veronica slid up and down his cock. Mae watched the whole thing, unable to even turn her head away from the sight of her neighbor-the woman she thought was her best friend-fucking her husband practically insensate. She felt her whole body blushing, grateful that her olive skin kept it from showing.
Veronica increased the pace of her thrusts, her breasts bouncing just a bit as she rose up and crashed down onto Reed's body. "Well, about a year or so ago I mentioned to her one night after you left that I'd always been interested in hypnosis, and she said she was willing to be my guinea pig. So we tried it out...and you know, she really took to it." Veronica smiled a devilish grin. "
Really
took to it."
Mae tried to shake her head, to deny that any of it was true...but she couldn't move, which suddenly made her question her absolute certainty. Had she really agreed to be hypnotized by Veronica? She felt like she remembered all those nights perfectly, just round after round of silly conversation and trashy movies and a few glasses of wine before they said their goodbyes and Veronica stumbled tipsily across the yard back to her own bed, but...but she couldn't move. Mae struggled to fit the two ideas in her head at the same time, like forcing two puzzle pieces together that didn't go.
"So she's just gonna watch for a little bit, Reed," Veronica continued, seemingly oblivious to the confusion in Mae's eyes. "That okay with you? We're just gonna keep fucking like this, my pussy's gonna keep squeezing that big stiff cock of yours, and your wife's just gonna stand there and watch it happen. Is that alright, Reed?" She punctuated each sentence with another slow, lazy pump of her hips, and Mae could imagine her pussy muscles tightening around Reed's cock like a warm velvet fist. Her own pussy clenched in sympathy with the mental image.
"Is that okay, Reed?" Veronica asked again, bucking up and down, sliding Reed's thick, stiff cock in and out of her pussy. Reed's eyes were unfocused and glassy as he stared back at her. Mae knew that look well-it was the look her husband got when he wasn't really thinking at all anymore, when the animal took over and all the blood ran away from his brain. Mae loved getting him like that, teasing him and stroking him with her mouth and her fingers and her tits and her cunt until he was just about mindless with his desperation to cum. Mae knew Veronica would be able to get him to say 'yes' when he was like this.
