Chapter 3: Rising Action
She straddles him, allowing his cock deep inside of her. She rides him, moaning. She feels pleasure, oblivious to him. She uses him like a dildo.
Her juices flow freely, trickling down his length, slicking him up, making his invasion even easier. Their moans fill the room, even as they muffle themselves, desperate to avoid detection.
The thought of getting caught only fuels their desires, heightening the taboo thrill. Timothy's fingers dig into the soft flesh of Alice's hips as he pumps his hips upwards, meeting gently thrust for thrust. He can feel her tightening around him, feel the trembling in her thighs, and he knows she's close.
So he closes his eyes, focusing on the sensation of her warm, wet pussy wrapped around his aching cock, willing himself to hold on for just a little longer.
The door to the living room creaks open, and Alice's ex-husband, John, steps inside. He looks around, bewildered, as Alice and Timothy freeze, still entwined in the throes of ecstasy. For a split-second, the tension is electric, their secret hanging in the balance.