An Eyeful And An Earful

Jodie sneaks into Rachael's bedroom with a love letter tucked in his fist. His dick's already twitching at the thought of touching anything that belongs to her. He yanks open drawers, hunting for a spot her husband won't check. Then he hits the underwear drawer and nearly chokes on his own spit. Those silky panties are right there—his hand moves before his brain can stop him. He grabs a pair and buries his face in the crotch, breathing in hard like some horny little thief. Just as his cock starts stretching his jeans, he hears the front door slam. Rachael's footsteps are coming straight for the bedroom. Jodie bolts for the closet and practically dives inside, heart pounding so loud he thinks she might hear it. He left the damn letter sitting right on her bedspread. She sees it, picks it up, reads. Her eyebrows shoot up. Next thing he knows she's sliding those pants down, kicking them off, and climbing onto the bed with her legs spread wide. Her fingers go straight to work between her folds, rubbing fast circles while she makes these filthy little sounds. Jodie's got the best view of his life, cock pressed so hard against his zipper it's a miracle it doesn't bust through the fabric. That's when Rachael spots him. She doesn't scream. She just smirks, crooks her finger, and tells him to get the fuck out of that closet if he's really been the one writing her love notes. Turns out she's been thinking about him too. She wants him right now, and she's not shy about showing exactly how she wants it.