A Big Secret to Keep

Isiah Maxwell sprawled out on his couch, wife gone for the weekend, dick hard in his fist. He’d pulled some lotion from the cabinet, grabbed a box of tissues, and was working himself over—slow, deep strokes—dreaming about that curvy woman he’d spotted at the mall earlier. Pumping harder now, grunting, eyes shut, chasing the edge. Didn’t hear the front door click. Didn’t notice August slip inside looking for a charger she’d left behind. She heard the wet sounds first, crept closer, peeped around the corner and caught the whole show: her brother-in-law beating his meat, heavy balls bouncing, thick shaft glistening. She leaned on the wall, biting her lip, getting hotter by the second, then cleared her throat. Isiah’s eyes flew open and his hand froze mid-stroke. “Shit—August!” He scrambled for a throw pillow, stammering about lotion and dry skin. August just laughed, low and wicked. “Lonely, huh?” Her eyes dipped straight to the throbbing dick still leaking in his grip. “That’s a damn nice piece you’re hiding. Want a hand—or more?” Isiah gulped, tried to say no, but she stepped closer, voice dropping to a whisper. “Our secret. She never has to know.” The pillow hit the floor. A second later August’s mouth replaced his hand, warm and greedy, and the “session” turned into a full-throttle fuck on the living-room rug—her riding him hard while he grabbed her ass, both swearing they’d never tell.