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It's a simple night at home with your husband, and a much needed one due to both of your busy schedules. He opens a bottle of wine, pours each of you a glass as you settle on the couch. You're actually able to forget for a small period of time. You're actually able to act normal. But then your phone buzzes twice as your husband goes to check on dinner in the kitchen, and reality comes back crashing down around you.
Leon S Kennedy sent a photo, the notification on your phone tells you as well as a text message your phone doesn't let you see without opening it, and suddenly you feel the need the gulp down the wine you've only taken two sips of so far.
You look towards the kitchen before opening the message - you know your husband will be busy with the next steps of cooking for the two of you, always going over the top for no reason other than he likes to do it for you.
There's a pit in your stomach looking back down at your phone, and your hands shake a little. Why are you so nervous when you know what your phone is about to show you?
If Leon is sending a picture... there's really only one thing it could be.
You swipe your phone open and tap the message before you think about it too much.
Heat envelopes your body when you see exactly what you expected. The lower abdomen that you now recognize to be the rookie officer you slept with a couple days ago while you both were working. The photo isn't actually as explicit as you'd expected - grey sweatpants hang low on Leon's hips, a large hand resting on the outline of his cock, where the head peaks through the waistband, a light line of hair traveling up straight to his navel. Goddammit, he would make it a tasteful picture, only the thick head of his erection showing and the rest outlined under his sweatpants, left up to your imagination. But the head is a dark pink and you see beads of glistening precum lining the slit.
You don't care about the wine anymore, you need to be drinking him down. The sudden arousal in your panties makes you squirm, and you know your face must be red from all the blushing.
- Leon: i'll be dreaming about your beautiful mouth around my cock tonight
Apparently you both were on the same page about that... You hadn't gotten to suck his cock when your impulsive tryst happened the other day, leaving you to day dream about it when remembering how he felt buried deep inside your cunt.
So now you were staring at a picture of another guys dick on your phone with your husband in the other room. What the fuck were you supposed to do? It was all too new still, and were you even going to keep sleeping with him? Was it not a one time mistake you'll be able to forget about and live happily ever after with your husband?
Well, your pussy certainly confirmed wanting more from the sneak peak of delicious cock the younger man had sent you. You were stuck, unable to think about how to respond when you heard your husband's voice from the kitchen, asking for your help with dinner.
Fuck. It was going to be a long night.
You stare at the ceiling in the dark, your husband snoring softly beside you, blissfully asleep and unaware of the turmoil inside your head.
The picture that Leon sent burned into your mind sends a heat of arousal spinning in your stomach. And the message - wanting so badly to taste him just as he had tasted you in that abandoned building.
You turn over to your side, away from your husband to grab your phone charging on the nightstand. 1:18am.
Deciding to take the chance, you type a quick message to Leon, unsure if you even want him to respond.
- You: are you awake?
His quick response makes your hands begin to tremble slightly.
- Leon: ya, been edging all night thinking about you. can i call?
It feels like a tsunami of butterflies takes flight in your stomach and you roll your eyes at yourself. You're a 35 year old woman acting like a teenage girl with a crush. You're fucking married and he's sleeping right beside you. Leon's only been legal drinking age for less than a year. And he's been teasing his cock all night for you. That cock that took you places you'd never reached quite like that before, that left an addicting ache inside after stretching you open.
- You: give me a min
Your husband has always been a sound, heavy sleeper, so you move out of bed with gentle ease, gripping your phone, closing the bedroom door behind you carefully as you step into the dark hallway of your home.
What are you doing? You don't know. Where are you going? You don't know. You just know you need to hear Leon like that again.
On the other side of the house is a guest bedroom. That'll do.
The adrenaline of sneaking around like this has you feeling brave as you situate yourself on top of the bed, pulling your pajama shorts over your knees, pushing up your tank top over your tits and snapping a picture showing a similar point of view of your own. Your perky breasts first, wedding ring shining on your hand that is resting on your slender body and just able to see the slit of your pussy. And finally, your long legs, one laid straight down, the other bent up and foot resting on the mattress. It's pretty tasteful, considering.
Then you send it to Leon without another word. It's probably only 10 seconds later when your phone buzzes, screen lighting up with 'Leon S Kennedy calling'.
You can feel your heartbeat throbbing in your clit at the sound of his heavy breathing on the other line, the hitched moans in the back of his throat. "That picture is so fucking hot, baby. God, I'm so fucking hard," he says right away. Baby? Fuck, you shouldn't like the way that sounds coming from him as much as you do. Need is dripping in his voice and you remember what it felt like when he was panting in your ear while inside you. "Can't stop thinking about you," he mutters.
You hear movement, skin on skin and picture it; his large hand working up and down that perfect cock of his. You bite your lip, feeling your arousal pool in the silky folds of your pussy, circling the pad of your middle finger on your clit, warm and wet with need. "I know what you mean. I've been wet ever since you sent that picture hours ago." There's a slight laugh to your words, and they stumble out shakily in desire.
It's so good to hear his voice in your ear again. You can just picture that pretty face of his, licking his lips and beating off for you.
Leon hums in response, pleased to know you were still thinking about him, too. "Are you touching yourself? Tell me what you're doing," he pleads, voice low and husky.
"Yess," you sigh out, dipping your middle finger to the entrance of your fluttering pussy. "I'm dripping all over my fingers," Leon moans at that, so turned on by the fact that you're wet for him. "We've only fucked once but I think I'm already addicted to you, rookie."
The laugh Leon gives out on the other line makes you smile. "Happy to know I've made a good first impression, officer." His tone is light and teasing, and it makes you need to rub your clit faster, moaning as you do so. Leon's voice hitches, and you hear his hand go faster around his cock, exhaling a swear. "Fuck, I can hear how fucking wet you are." he's panting harder now and god you need him, proceeding to rub at the wet bundle of nerves faster, the sounds of your wetness turning you both on. "Is your husband asleep in another room? Has no idea how hard your 21 year old rookie made you cum around his cock."
You're surprised. You truly didn't expect him to bring up your husband. Although, the way Leon sucked on your ring finger, watching his tongue violate the symbol of your vows, should've clued you in that he's not quite the innocent rookie as he looks. The way he nonchalantly brings your husband up, makes it filthy and wrong, send more waves of arousal flooding through you. Your nipples are achingly hard, and you need to give them both a quick, firm pinch, twisting them a little as you breathe heavily into your phone.
"He's asleep, I'm in the guest room," you tell him, fingers back on your throbbing clit, building up the orgasm that gets closer and closer. "Leon," your face flushes at how needy you sound, breathing uneven, grinding your hips against your fingers. "I need you again so fucking bad," you feel your climax building, letting out a whimpering moan.
You truly adore how responsive Leon is, especially vocally, and in a situation like now when you're just on the phone with each other. He's moaning out, muttering swears and his breath is getting faster. "Fuck, I need you too - god my cock is so fucking hard, I - nngh - " Leon sounds desperate, like he's close to cumming, and it pushes you closer to your own orgasm.
"Yess, fuck, I'm close, Leon," the wet sound of you rubbing your clit furiously drives Leon insane, the way you cry out his name.
"YES, so close too," fucks his fist harder and harder, his cockhead weeping precum all over his hand and he's fucking throbbing. "Fucking cum for me, let me hear you, wanna cum hearing you cumming all over your fingers."
That does it. Your back arches, clit throbbing and pulsing wildly against your fingers, dripping and wet, pulling you over the edge. "God yes I'm cumming!" You cry out, hips twitching uncontrollably against your fingers, your inner walls missing Leon's cock to squeeze around, and he cries out your name on the other line. It's not anything close to how it was physically with Leon, of course, but hearing him fall apart over the phone after crying out announcing your orgasm is such a special kind of pleasure.
"FUCK YES ohhh god - 'm cumming," Leon cries out, and you can just imagine how fucking hot he must look, fucking into his fist, spurting cum all over himself and he can't seem to stop the moaning his orgasm pulls out of his throat. The sound of his stroking has slowed down considerably. "Holy fuck," as he squeezes the rest of his cum from his throbbing cock.
It's quiet for a moment other than both of your breathing, catching your breaths.
Leon breaks the silence, voice worn out. "Tell me I get to see you again."
You grin, "At work, rookie," your tone light and teasing.
The younger man rolls his eyes even though you can't see it. "You know what I mean," he laughs lightly. "Now that I've had your pretty pussy, I need more of you."
"Keep being a good rookie for me and you will."
It hits you as you slide back into bed, husband still snoring and unaware of what just happened, that you essentially confirmed you were going to keep on cheating with the young man that fucked you into heaven the last time you saw him.