Chapter 4 Almost caught.

“I saw you coming from the back of the house. What did you go there to do with just your robe on?"

Selina froze at the question. It was like the damnatiok to hell on her soul. Her hands trembled on the edge of her robe. She flickered her eyes and pasted a smile on her face.

"Hey, honey." She greeted cheerfully. She rushed to him and hugged him tight, letting the soft mound of her breasts stick into his half-opened shirt. The hair around the chest irritated her nipples, arousing her.

"What do you say we get into the house and get some shit done?" She whispered into his ear.

"It's been a while since I gave you a blow job, you know..." She licked her lips seductively, trying to drive her point home.

The man looked like he was ready to protest, but she quickly shut him up with a quick kiss.

A grin settled on Thomas's face. He smacked her ass once, before his hand wrapped around her waist, slowly guiding her in.

"Come to daddy." He commanded the moment they stepped in and the door clicked shut behind them. He collapsed on the bed, his arms sprawled wide open.

Selina felt like gagging at the thought of touching the old man. But she knew she had to do it. If she could get them to have sex regularly, it should diminish her need to seek pleasure outside.

So, she stalked toward the bed, her robe losing itself to the cold ground as she made her way over.

"The way I would ride you today," she whispered the promise. Her hands reached for his buttons and slowly began to loosen them. When she got to the last one, she yanked it off. The button snapped. "You won't know what hit you."

She unbundled his belt and slid his trousers off his waist in the split of seconds.

"Can't... wait..." Thomas groaned out.

Selena batted her eyelids at the man. Her fingers curled around the shaft that was already at attention for the action. She noted in the back of her mind how it was smaller than that of Alan and Karl. She knew there was no way the cock would fill her up the way...

"What are you waiting for?" The man asked, interrupting her thoughts.

Taking her mind off her dirty thought, she lowered her head and swallowed the length in her mouth at once.

"Yesss!!!" Thomas gave an animalistic growl. He grabbed her head and forced her to continue to take his cock.

He rolled his head to the side, wondering what he had been missing and why he allowed work overshadow him for so long.

Selina yanked his hand away from her hair but didn't withdraw her mouth. She licked the cap of his shaft, eliciting a moan from him. Her hand grabbed the cock and she began to yank him hard.

"Come on, harder!" Thomas moaned out the command.

"Yeah?" Selina taunted him.

"Harder!" He barked at her. His hand cupped hers and he began to yank his cock violently. "Holy shit!" He cried. He closed his eyes as a deep grunt escaped his throat.

"Slow–" Selina began to protest. However, her words were cut short when his sperm shot out of his cock, splashing across her face. "Damn!" She cursed.

She got up quickly and rushed to the toilet to grab some tissue. After cleaning the mess off her face, she returned, ready to continue their escapade.

"Thom--" she froze at the doorway when her husband's snoring greeted her. "Aarrrghh!" She cried out, tightening her fists against the tissue paper as if it were the source of her problem.

Feeling defeated, she returned to the bathroom, took a long shower, hook to quench her thirst for sex. After thirty minutes of a cold shower with no escape in sight, she cursed out.

Selina dressed herself up and rushed over to Alan's room. She found him lounging lazily over a chair, a glass of drink in hand. When he saw her, a smirk graced his lips, almost like he was waiting for her all this time.

"You finally came." He said simply, eyeing her gently from head to toes.

"You have been waiting," Selina said as she walked carefully into the room. It was not a question.

In response, Alan smiled and lifted the half-drunk wine glass up.

"Come here," he commanded, his voice too soft.

Selina closed the distance between them, her mind already anticipating the desire they would fulfill.

"Take off my pants." He commanded again.

Selina’s hand wobbled as she pulled down the zipper of his jeans. He raised himself up, and she pulled the jeans down, leaving it to pool at his feet.

"Now, ride me like you missed me," Alan ordered. He lifted the drink to his face and took a sip. He watched her as she shrugged out of her pants. When she crossed her legs over and sat on his cock, swallowing his length, he stiffened a groan.

"Good girl." He breathed against her ears. His finger stroked the nape of her neck as she rose him gently, twisting her body all over him.

From the first moment his father married her and brought her home, he had fantasized about bending her over and fucking her senseless. But she barely acknowledged his presence and he refused to give her the upper hand, so he ignored her as well.

But now, she was his to command and fuck as hard as he wanted.

"Harder, baby girl." He said. He splashed some of the drink in his cup over her back and lapped the contents with his tongue.

"Oohhh," Selena moaned. She whined her waist. She clenched her pussy wall, getting more depth. She lost control of herself. She clasped his lap tightly as she began to jerk uncontrollably.

"That's a good girl," Alan encouraged. He swiped her hair away and kissed her shoulder. He jerked into her hard.

"Hhhmmm." He groaned. "My sweet Lina." He kissed the base of her neck again.

Just then, a knock sounded on the door.

"Alan, are you in?" Thomas, Alan’s father, called from the other end of the door.

Selina scrambled away from Alan as they eyed each other.