Lonely Lady

Rod's rushing out the door, already late for his meeting. Leaving Brad alone with Kate. She watches her husband leave, then turns to Brad with that look - the one that says her afternoon plans don't include flowers. Brad catches on quick, he's been reading her signals all morning while they worked the backyard. The minute the garage door closes she drops the act, pulls him inside by his tool belt. She doesn't waste time either - hits her knees right there in the mudroom, yanks his shorts down, gets his cock in her mouth before he's even caught up. Brad's hands find the back of her head, hips moving in that slow push while she takes him deeper, moaning around it like she's been waiting all week. She stands up after a minute, turns around, plants her hands on the washer and bends over. Brad doesn't need an invitation. He shoves her shorts down, slides into her from behind while she pushes back against him. Every thrust rocks the machine. She reaches between her legs, fingers working her clit, getting off on how risky it is - her husband could remember something and come back any second. Brad grips her hips harder, picks up the pace, fucks her like he's been thinking about it since the moment he showed up. Kate comes first, biting down on her forearm to stay quiet, then Brad pulls out and finishes across her lower back, both of them breathing hard, shirts still on, shorts around their ankles.