A Little Bit More Love

Sheena knows her jig is up when the drone turns out to be Tim’s, not her husband’s. She keeps it cool, shoots him a text, tells him to swing by after work so he can grab it. He steps inside, scans the place, catches her smirk, and doesn’t waste time: he wants to see the flight footage. She smirks harder, pulls up the stick, and suddenly the TV fills with the neighbors going at it—hard, loud, sweat-slick, bodies slapping, somebody’s wife getting pounded while her legs shake. Tim leans in, jaw tight, pants growing tighter, and Sheena’s cheeks flush. Her thighs part a little under the skirt. Next thing, the tablet clatters on the couch, Tim’s fingers already digging into Sheena’s ass, yanking her skirt up. He drives her onto his lap, pushes inside with one slick, greedy thrust, and fucks her like they’ve been waiting on it for weeks. She gasps, gripping his shoulders, riding the same rhythm the neighbors used. They’re both swearing, laughing between breaths, hips smacking loud in her living room like they own every dirty second of it.