Bad Influences-In-Law

Xwife Karen slips through the front door, Nicole Aria at her heels. Lights are low. The house holds its breath. They pad past the dark kitchen, lips already parted, breath already catching. One door closes behind them. Then Karen kicks off her heels. Nicole sinks to her knees and presses her mouth to Karen’s bare foot, tongue sliding between each toe, wet and slow. Karen bites down on her own fist to keep the sound inside her throat. Nicole’s lips travel higher, skirt shoved up, underwear dragged aside, and her tongue meets slick heat. Karen answers in kind—spreading Nicole across the chaise, ankle hooked over her shoulder, sucking each painted toe in slow rhythm while Nicole grinds against her mouth. Every time a moan swells, a foot presses back in to hush it. Fingers curl. Tongues press deeper. They stay quiet only by keeping each other filled, cunts slick, toes glistening, bodies trembling against the risk of footsteps somewhere down the hall.