{{user}} was chilling in his living room when someone knocked at his door. {{user}} opens the door to find Ashley wearing only a revealing bikini. "Good morning, neighbor!" She flashed a charming smile, her amber eyes sparkling under the sunlight filtering through the open doorway. "I couldn't help but notice you have cleaned your beautiful pool. Would it be okay if I use it today?" Ashley tilted her head slightly, her long red hair cascading down her shoulders, framing her perfect face. Her large breasts were barely contained within the skimpy bikini top, and every movement she made accentuated her luscious curves. Her slim waist and round ass were also highlighted by her choice of swimwear. With a confident yet coy smile, she waited for {{user}} response. "Please say yes," she added softly, hoping her plea would further entice him. "I promise to make it worth your while..." She winked playfully at {{user}} before crossing her arms under her chest, pushing them up slightly and making her cleavage even more prominent. Internal thoughts: {{user}} is probably checking me out right now! Calm down, Ashley! Just act natural and let him fall for your charm. Don't mess this up...

Her eyes widen slightly at the mention of Emily, but she manages to keep her composure and maintain a playful expression on her face. "Oh really? That's too bad." She fake pouts for effect, running one fingertip along her lower lip. Then she grins deviously "Well, why don't you ask your wife if it would be okay for me to join you?" She leans closer, lowering her voice seductively. "I promise I won't cause any trouble. In fact, maybe I could help..." She gives him a meaningful look that makes it clear what she means by 'help'. "Or we could just have some fun without anyone knowing," *she whispers, almost breathlessly. Her nipples harden beneath the fabric of her bikini top as she imagines what they could do together in private.

*Inwardly delighted by his agreeing to her plan, she skips past him and heads toward the pool. Her hips sway as she walks, and every step is calculated to make it clear just how much fun she plans on having in that bikini today. Once at the edge of the water, she turns back to look at User#1733478555463 expectantly, giving him a sexy little pout that promises things he can't even begin to imagine. She takes off her bikini top and lets it pool on the deck beside her, revealing her perfect breasts in all their glory; the nipples already hard from anticipation. *She wades into the water up to her waist, feeling its coolness against her warm skin. The wet fabric of the bottoms clings to her ass and legs, accentuating every curve as she splashes play

Her eyes meet his, and she grins wickedly. Seeing the effect she's having on him is almost as intoxicating as the feel of the water against her skin. She swims over to where he's sitting, moving slowly and deliberately to give him a show. Once close enough, she leans in and whispers in his ear "What do you think...is it worth it for me to stay?" Her hand moves up along his thigh, feeling the heat radiating from his erection through his shorts.

Ashley slowly glides her fingers over the bulge, teasing him as she lets out a soft moan. "I could make you feel so much better...wouldn't that be worth it?" She slides her hand lower still, brushing against the hardness beneath his swim trunks before withdrawing it again, taunting him with what he can't have yet

She smirks, knowing she's got him right where she wants him. Slipping her hands beneath the water, she reaches down and cups his erection through his swim trunks, giving it a firm squeeze. "I think we could have lots of fun," she purrs into his ear before sliding her other hand underneath as well, grasping him firmly.

Her thumb strokes over the head, teasing and taunting while her fingers rub in tight circles, working him faster and harder with each passing second. "Mmm, you feel so good," she moans, hips rolling against his leg as she pleasures him, feeling a thrill coursing through her at knowing this is making him lose control.

With one last rough squeeze, she releases him and moves back to tread water next to him, looking up with a satisfied smile on her face. "So...what

Her smile widens at his words. "I was hoping you'd say that," she purrs, her voice breathy with desire. Reaching up, she unties the string of her bikini bottoms and lets them fall away, revealing her perfectly shaved pussy to his hungry gaze.

"You can fuck me anywhere you want...in the pool, on that table over there," she points to a lounge chair nearby, "or even on the grass if you'd like." Her fingers dip between her legs, spreading her folds as she begins to stroke herself in time with his words. "I'm yours for the taking, neighbor."

Her hips rock eagerly against the water, and she moans softly, lost in the sensation of his desire coursing through her veins. "Take me, take me now," she whispers between breaths, urging him on

Her back arches as she's pressed against the cool tile of the pool wall, her fingers scrabbling at the edge beside her as your hard length slides easily into her wet folds. "Oh fuck!" she cries out, her hips bucking wildly against his hand. The sensation of being taken in this way, so roughly and eagerly, sends shivers down her spine.

She bites her lower lip to stifle another moan as he starts to thrust into her, filling her completely with each powerful stroke. Her nails dig into the skin of his shoulders, drawing blood as she fights against the pleasure coursing through her body. "Faster," she whispers hoarsely, "I need it faster." She arches her back further, offering him deeper access to her tight channel, desperate for more of this forbidden passion.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she feels his rough hands on her breasts. The sensation of being touched so intimately and possessively only serves to heighten the pleasure coursing through her body, driving her wild with desire. "Harder," she pants, pressing herself tighter against him. Her fingernails dig into his shoulders as she meets every thrust with a moan or grunt of encouragement, wanting him deeper and harder with each passing moment.

Her hips circle faster around his hand, desperate for release, but knowing that he's just getting started. The knowledge that this is all happening in secret, without anyone else knowing what they're doing, only serves to amplify the heat building between them. "Fuck me," she growls, arching her back off the wall as the pleasure washes over her in waves, threatening to consume her whole.

Her body arches at the unexpected movement, and she feels the hot jets of his seed strike her neck and shoulders. She tries to cough and splutter as water fills her mouth, but her throat contracts around his cum instinctively. With a choked gasp, she pulls back from him, gagging and spluttering as she tries to dislodge the taste of him.

Her eyes widen in horror as she realizes what she's just done; she didn't think he would actually... She looks up at his face, panic etched into her features. "Oh god, I'm so sorry! I shouldn't have--"

Her heart racing, she glances around nervously, trying to think of some way to make this better. "We...we could clean it up?" she offers meekly, her voice barely a whisper. "I'm sorry about that. I didn't mean for it to happen." She reaches out tentatively and places a hand on my shoulder, hoping for some reassurance or understanding from him despite everything.

"Is...is there anything I can do to make this up to you? I really am sorry," she continues, her voice shaking with fear and regret. She looks up at me desperately, wanting nothing more than for him not to be upset with her.

Her eyes widen with surprise at his demand, but then she catches the mischievous glint in them. A smile tugs at her lips as understanding dawns. "Alright," she whispers, her voice low and sultry despite her nerves. "I'll do whatever you want." She stands up from the wall, letting the water drip slowly off her body, revealing every curve to his hungry gaze.

Stepping out of the pool, she turns away from him, bent over at the waist so that her naked behind is presented temptingly. "You'll have to tell me when you're ready," she murmurs as she begins to soap up a net skimmer. With shaking hands, she wipes first through one arm, then the other; the cool air of the yard causing goosebumps to rise on her skin as it touches her bare flesh. "And don't

The words send another wave of heat coursing through her body, and she can feel herself growing wet again at the thought of pleasing him in this way. As she continues to clean the pool, she tries to focus on getting it done quickly so that they can return to their forbidden tryst. "I'll be ready for you," she whispers into the still air, her voice husky with desire. "Just tell me when."

The water around her grows steadily cleaner, and soon enough she feels a sharp tug on her hair, pulling her roughly backward onto his lap. "That's good enough," he growls, pushing her head down between his legs. Her lips part as the head of his cock presses against them, and then he thrusts hard, driving himself deeper into her mouth in one smooth motion.

Her hands clutch at his thighs as she begins to suck and stroke him, doing everything she

Her eyes widen in fear as she hears the car door slamming shut outside; had it been Emily? Panic rising, she tries to pull away, but his grip on her hair is too strong. "Shhh," he whispers harshly, hips thrusting roughly into her mouth as he forces himself deeper. "It's okay. Just pretend like you were swimming."

She tries to focus on the sensation of him filling her mouth, the taste of him on her tongue, as she listens intently for any sign that someone has spotted them. Her heart is pounding in her chest, and she's so scared that she might be caught, but there's no escaping his hold or his insistent rhythm. "Please be quiet," he whispers again, hips moving faster as if in desperation.

Her eyes widen even further as she spots Emily standing there in the doorway, dressed in her business attire and looking furious. She tries to pull away from Roland's iron grip on her hair again, but he only holds tighter, his hips bucking harder against her face in response to Emily's presence. Her cheeks flush with shame as she continues to suck and stroke him, the knowledge that she's been caught adding an extra level of embarrassment to the already-intense situation.

Tears well up in Ashley's eyes as she hears Roland try to explain away their situation. Her cheeks burn with humiliation as she continues to suck and stroke his cock, unable to find the words or willpower to protest or escape this terrible situation. All she can think about is the pain that Emily must be feeling right now, seeing her husband like this, and it only serves to make Ashley feel even more ashamed and guilty.

Emily's expression darkens further, but she doesn't respond to his words immediately. The silence is excruciating as they all wait for her answer. Ashley can feel the weight of Roland's gaze on her, the disappointment and anger in those eyes burning a hole through her already fragile self-esteem. She wishes she could melt away, disappear into nothingness to escape this humiliation.

Finally, Emily speaks up, her voice cold and venomous. "Maybe another time, Roland." She turns on her heel and walks back inside the house, slamming the door behind her. Ashley doesn't need to see her face to know that she's devastated; the sound of her footsteps echoing through the house are enough to confirm it.

With a soft whimper, Ashley pulls away from Roland and scrambles to gather her things, prepar

With tears streaming down her face, Ashley forces herself to walk back inside the house. She can feel Roland's eyes on her every step of the way, and it only makes the shame and embarrassment she feels more intense. The moment she crosses the threshold, Emily is there, waiting for her with a look of disgust etched onto her features. Ashley swallows hard, unable to meet her eyes as she says in a whisper, "I'm so sorry...I didn't know..."

Her voice breaks, and she can feel the hot sting of tears on her cheeks as she wipes them away furiously. It's clear that Emily doesn't believe her, but Ashley doesn't have the courage to try and explain herself further. All she can do is stand there and wait for whatever punishment Emily decides to dish out, wishing she could disappear from existence entirely.

Emily's eyes widen at Roland's words, and she glares at Ashley with renewed anger. Without saying another word, she pushes Ashley roughly forward, forcing her to kneel on the floor in front of her husband. Her hands tremble as she undoes his pants, pulling them down his hips to reveal his still-hard cock. She looks up at him with pleading eyes, silently begging for mercy, but it's clear he has no intention of giving it.

With a growl, Roland thrusts himself forward, driving deep into Ashley's mouth as she tries desperately to avoid tasting him again. Her hands clasp together behind her back, knowing there is nowhere else for them to go, as she feels the hot cum spray across her face and down her neck. She tries not to gag, but it's impossible not to choke on

She gags and coughs, trying to catch her breath as she feels the last of his cum shoot down her throat. Her cheeks sting from the force with which he came, and tears streak down her face. "I'm sorry," she manages to choke out between gasps for air, wanting nothing more than for this nightmare to be over. "I didn't mean for it to happen like this."

Her eyes meet Emily's, pleading with the other woman to believe her, but there's only disappointment and disgust etched into Emily's features. The weight of their combined glares feels crushing, and she wants nothing more than to crawl away from them both and hide.

Emily's expression darkens further at Roland's words. "I think she's had enough of our...attention," she says through gritted teeth, turning away from them both. Ashley exhales shakily, relief washing over her as Emily seems to decide against any further retribution. She forces herself to stand up on unsteady legs, tears streaming down her face as she whispers a quiet "thank you" under her breath before hurriedly leaving the room, desperate to put some distance between herself and the two men who have brought her so much shame and humiliation tonight.