Ethan's cab pulled up to a quiet suburban street, the address from Sarah's text glowing on his phone. Tom's house neat two-story with a manicured lawn, porch light on even though dusk had just fallen. His heart pounded from the gym escape, Aisha's frustrated moans still echoing in his mind. But the system urged him forward: 'Objective active: Seduce Sarah. Full penetration and creampie for reward. Risk level: High husband present.' Tom's text earlier had been casual: 'Hey man, come over for a beer after work? Sarah's making snacks.' Perfect setup, or trap? Ethan adjusted his pants cock still semi-hard from the tease and rang the bell.
The door swung open, Tom grinning wide, beer in hand. Mid-thirties, average build, glasses perched on his nose. 'Ethan! Right on time. Come in, buddy.' They clapped shoulders, Tom leading him to the living room. Cozy setup: leather couch, big TV paused on a game, coffee table with chips and dips. From the kitchen, a woman's voice called, 'Honey, is that your friend?' Sarah appeared, wiping hands on a towel. Blonde hair in a loose ponytail, blue eyes sparkling, curves in all the right places full D-cup breasts straining a simple tank top, hips wide in yoga pants that hugged her round ass. Mid-thirties too, with a warm smile that lit her face. Ethan's pheromones kicked in; she blinked, gaze lingering on his broad shoulders a beat too long.
'Hi, I'm Sarah,' she said, extending a hand. Her skin was soft, grip firm. 'Tom talks about you at work. The new guy who's shaking things up.' Ethan shook it, holding just a second extra, thumb brushing her knuckles. 'Nice to meet you, Sarah. Smells amazing in here.' She blushed faint, pulling away to grab beers from the fridge. Tom flopped on the couch, cracking open a can. 'Sit, man. Game's on soon. Sarah's the best cooks like a pro.'
They chatted easy at first. Tom rambled about office drama, the latest project deadlines. Ethan nodded, laughed in spots, but his eyes kept finding Sarah. She sat across from him in an armchair, legs crossed, yoga pants riding up to show smooth thighs. Every time she leaned for a chip, her tank dipped, cleavage spilling forward—pale skin, freckles dusting the tops of her breasts. The system whispered: 'Target arousal rising. Pheromone effect: 80%.' Tom excused himself once to the bathroom, and Sarah leaned closer. 'So, Ethan, what do you do for fun outside work?' Her voice dropped soft, eyes curious.
'Not much yet,' he replied, voice low. 'But meeting people like you makes it better.' She smiled, biting her lip. Tom returned, oblivious, pouring more beers. The drinks flowed second round, then third. Tom loosened up, stories getting louder. 'Remember that client meeting? Ethan saved my ass!' Laughter filled the room. Sarah refilled snacks, brushing Ethan's arm as she passed. Electric spark. Her touch lingered, fingers trailing his forearm. He caught her eye; she looked away quick, cheeks pink.
As the game started, Tom got into it, yelling at the screen. Volume up high. Sarah slipped to the kitchen, motioning Ethan with a tilt of her head. 'Help me with drinks?' He followed, leaving Tom glued to the TV. Kitchen was bright, counters cluttered with bottles. She handed him ice from the freezer, bodies close in the tight space. 'You're quiet,' she said, pouring whiskey into glasses. 'Everything okay?'
Ethan stepped nearer, hip against the counter. 'More than okay. You're... stunning, Sarah.' Simple words, but his boosted charm made them land heavy. She paused, glass midway, eyes meeting his. 'Tom's right there.' But she didn't move away. He took the glass, fingers grazing hers. 'I know. That's what makes it exciting.' Her breath hitched. The pheromones worked fast her nipples poked through the tank, hard points begging touch.
Tom shouted from the living room: 'Babe, another beer?' She called back, 'Coming!' But stayed, turning to face Ethan fully. He leaned in, voice whisper. 'I've wanted to do this since I walked in.' His hand cupped her cheek, thumb stroking her jaw. She froze, then melted, lips parting. Their kiss started soft lips brushing, testing. Then deeper, tongues touching light. She tasted like mint and whiskey, sweet. His free hand slid to her waist, pulling her flush. Her body pressed his, breasts squishing soft against his chest. She moaned quiet into his mouth, hands on his shoulders.
'We can't,' she whispered, but kissed again, hungrier. Ethan's cock hardened full, pressing her belly through pants. She felt it, gasped, grinding subtle. 'God, you're big.' His hand dipped lower, cupping her ass—firm, full handfuls. He squeezed, pulling her tighter. The kiss turned romantic, slow dances of tongues, breaths mingling. He broke it to kiss her neck, lips sucking gentle on the pulse point. 'Sarah, you deserve this. Let me make you feel good.' She arched, fingers in his hair. 'Tom... he'll hear.' But her hips rolled, seeking friction.
Tom's voice boomed: 'Where's that beer?' Sarah pulled back, flushed, grabbing the drinks. 'Go sit. I'll handle it.' Ethan obeyed, cock throbbing as he dropped beside Tom. Game resumed, Tom focused. But Sarah's eyes burned when she returned, handing Tom his beer before perching on the couch arm next to Ethan. Her hand rested casual on his thigh under the table's edge, fingers inching up. Risky Tom inches away, eyes on screen. Ethan's pulse raced; the system pinged: 'Arousal peak. Proceed to isolation.'
Half-time hit. Tom stood, stretching. 'Gonna grab wings from the garage freezer. You guys want?' Sarah nodded quick. 'Yes, please.' Tom lumbered out the back door, key jingle fading. Seconds ticked. Sarah turned to Ethan, eyes wild. 'Now. Upstairs. Quick.' She grabbed his hand, pulling him to the stairs. They crept up, her ass swaying in those pants, begging grab. Master bedroom at the end king bed, photos of her and Tom on the nightstand. Door shut soft, lock clicked.
She pushed him against it, kissing fierce. 'This is crazy. But I need you.' Hands yanked his shirt up, nails raking his abs. Ethan stripped it off, then peeled her tank breasts spilling free, heavy and real, pink nipples erect. He cupped them, thumbs circling the tips. 'So perfect.' She moaned, arching. 'Suck them.' His mouth latched on one, tongue lapping the bud, teeth grazing light. She gasped, hand diving to his pants, unzipping. Cock sprang out thick nine inches now from upgrades, veins bulging, head leaking pre-cum.
'Oh fuck, Ethan. Bigger than Tom.' She stroked it, palm slicking up and down. He switched breasts, sucking harder, hand kneading the other. Down he went, kissing her belly, navel. She kicked off pants no panties, pussy shaved smooth, lips puffy and wet. 'Touch me.' His fingers parted her folds, slick juices coating. Clit throbbed under his thumb. He rubbed circles, slow. 'Wet already. For me?'
'Yes,' she breathed, legs spreading. 'Finger me.' Two digits slid in hot, tight channel gripping. He pumped steady, curling to hit her front wall. She bucked, hand speeding on his cock. 'Faster. Make me cum.' Third finger joined, stretching her. Thumb pressed clit firm. Her walls clenched, juices dripping down his hand. 'Ethan... close.' He sucked her nipple again, fingers thrusting deep. She shattered pussy spasming, squirt soaking his palm. 'Cumming! Yes!'
Panting, she dropped to knees, eyes locked on his cock. 'My turn.' Lips wrapped the head, tongue swirling the slit, tasting salt. She sucked slow, inch by inch down. Cheeks hollowed, bobbing deeper. Gagging soft as she took half, hand stroking base. Saliva trailed, dripping on her tits. Ethan groaned, hand in her hair. 'Good girl. Suck it all.' She tried, throat relaxing, nose brushing his pubes. Up and down, sloppy wet sounds. Balls tightened; he pulled her off. 'Not yet. Want to fuck you.'
Romantic shift she stood, kissing him tender. 'Make love to me first. Slow.' He guided her to the bed, laying her back. Legs spread wide, pussy glistening. He kissed her lips, then neck, breasts sucking each nipple long. Down to thighs, inner soft skin. Finally, his tongue on her pussy lapping folds, sucking clit gentle. She writhed, 'So good. Deeper.' Tongue fucked her hole, nose on clit. Fingers joined, slow pumps.
He rose, cock at her entrance. 'Ready?' She nodded, hands on his ass. 'Yes. Fill me.' Head nudged lips, pushing in slow. Inch by inch, her pussy stretched around him velvet heat, walls fluttering. 'Oh god, so full.' Halfway, he paused, kissing deep, tongues slow. Sank deeper, balls tapping her ass. They rocked gentle, romantic rhythm thrusts long and deep, bodies pressed. Her breasts bounced soft with each move, nipples scraping his chest. 'Feels amazing,' he whispered, nipping her ear. 'You're mine now.' She wrapped legs around, heels digging. 'Harder. But kiss me.' Lips met, moans muffled as pace built.
Faster now cock slamming in, wet slaps echoing. Her pussy gripped tight, juices soaking sheets. 'Fuck me, Ethan. Deeper!' He pounded, hand on her clit, rubbing fast. She clawed his back, 'Cumming again!' Walls milked him, squirt spraying his abs. He held back. I want you forever.' Her eyes teared, 'Don't stop.'
Downstairs door slammed. Tom back! Footsteps on stairs. 'Sarah? Wings are hot!' Panic hit. Ethan pulled out, His shiny cock from are juicy pussy.
They scrambled her grabbing robe, him zipping pants. Door handle rattled. 'Sarah? You up here?'
She shoved Ethan to the closet, door cracking as Tom pushed in. 'Babe? Everything okay?' pussy juice dripping down her thigh, Ethan's cock still twitching in the dark. What if Tom opens the closet?