Caught in the Act (Almost) PART 2

This morning Mark kisses me goodbye and leaves for his construction gig around seven. The door clicks shut and I feel the familiar heat between my legs already. Mr. Johnson has a key. He never waits long after Mark is gone.

He slips in at 7:15 without knocking. I’m still in my thin sundress from breakfast. He doesn’t say anything. He just walks up, spins me around, bends me over the kitchen counter and hikes the dress up. No panties underneath. I’m already wet. He slides in raw with one slow thrust and groans low in my ear. “Good girl. Always ready for me”

He fucks me hard and steady. The counter digs into my hips. His thick old cock stretches me open and hits deep every time. I grip the edge and moan louder than I should. He grabs my hair gently and pulls my head back so he can kiss my neck. “Mark has no idea how good this pussy feels” he said. I clench around him because the words make me hotter. He speeds up. His balls slap against me.

I cum first, shaking and moaning his name “Fuck yes!”. He doesn’t stop. He keeps pounding until he unloads with his warm cum flooding me. I feel every pulse. Cum leaks out around his cock and runs down my thighs. I moan and push back against him, enjoying the way he fills me completely.

We are still catching our breath when the knock comes.

“Hey babe, it’s me. I forgot my water tumbler. Could you please open the door?”

Mark’s voice. Right outside.

My heart slams into my chest. Mr. Johnson freezes inside me. His cock twitches one last time before he pulls out fast. Cum drips onto the floor. We both rush. He grabs his pants and bolts naked to the bathroom. I yank my dress down, smooth my hair as best I can and wipe the sweat from my face. My legs are shaky. My pussy is still throbbing and leaking. My hair is messy and my skin is shiny with sweat.

I stumble to the door and open it a crack at first. “Oh–uhm—wait babe, I’m gonna just—wait a sec”

Mark stands there looking confused. “That took a while haha”

I force a smile. My face is flushed and sweat shines on my chest. “What happened to you? Were you doing chores?” he asked

“Oh–yeah….I was….cleaning something” I say. My voice shakes a little.

“Imma just get my tumbler and I’ll be on my way”

He steps inside and heads to the counter. I follow close behind, heart pounding. He grabs the tumbler and turns toward the bathroom. “Wait. I have to pee.”

“No! Wait!”

He opens the bathroom door. Mr. Johnson is inside, naked under the shower curtain, water running like he’s been there the whole time.

Mark jumps back. “what the hell—”

He closes the door fast. “Babe….why didn’t you tell me Mr. Johnson was showering in our bathroom? It was embarrassing for me”

I laugh nervously. “Oh uh…..yeah sorry haha. I forgot to tell you.”

He shrugs. “No worries babe. I’ll just pee at the shared bathroom downstairs”

I nod quickly. “Okay babe. I’ll see you later.” I kiss him goodbye and he leaves.

I lock the door behind him. My hands shake.

Mr. Johnson steps out of the bathroom dripping wet, smirking. “Dumb ass. He doesn’t even realize you were getting fucked by someone who’s better in bed.”

I laugh breathlessly. “Let him be. He’s just that kind.”

Mr. Johnson walks up and pulls me close. “Let’s get back to where we were, shall we?” He smirks.

He kisses me hard. His cock is already hard again. He lifts my dress once more and bends me over the same counter. He slides back in raw. Cum from earlier mixes with fresh wetness. He fucks me slower this time, savoring it. I moan louder now that Mark is gone. He groans and unloads again, thick cum filling me until it overflows and runs down my legs.

I cum with him, shaking against the counter.