In the quiet suburban neighborhood, the house of Mark and Emma stood as a testament to their busy lives. With kids finally off to their grandparents for the weekend, the house was eerily silent, a stark contrast to the usual chaos. Mark, a man in his prime with a chiseled physique, looked at his wife, Emma, a vision of beauty with her long, wavy hair and curves in all the right places. They exchanged a knowing glance, a spark igniting between them.
"Finally, alone," Mark growled, pulling Emma into a passionate kiss. Their tongues danced together, exploring and tasting each other. Emma's hands roamed over Mark's chest, feeling the muscles beneath his shirt. She couldn't wait to feel him inside her, to feel his skin against hers.
They started in the living room, their clothes flying off in a flurry of desperation. Emma dropped to her knees, her lips wrapping around Mark's thick cock. She sucked him deep, her tongue swirling around the tip, tasting the salty pre-cum. Mark groaned, his hands tangling in her hair as he fucked her mouth. "Fuck, Emma, your mouth feels so good," he panted. She looked up at him, her eyes watering slightly, but she didn't stop. She loved the feeling of him hitting the back of her throat, loved the way he tasted. She sucked harder, her head bobbing up and down, until she felt him tense. He came with a roar, his hot cum filling her mouth. She swallowed every drop, licking her lips afterwards.
Mark pulled her up, kissing her deeply. "Now, it's your turn," he whispered, laying her down on the plush carpet. He spread her legs, his fingers finding her wet and ready. He teased her, his fingers circling her clit, making her squirm. She was so close, but he pulled away, leaving her panting. "Not yet, baby," he smirked, standing up and pulling her with him. "We have the whole house to explore."
Their next stop was the kitchen. Mark bent Emma over the cold counter, her ass in the air. He slapped it, making her jump. "You like that, don't you?" he asked, his hand rubbing the spot he'd just hit. She nodded, her breath hitching as he entered her from behind. He fucked her hard, his hips slamming against her ass. The sound of their skin slapping together filled the room, mingling with their moans. Emma's nails scratched at the counter, her body trembling as she came, her pussy clenching around him.
Mark wasn't done yet. He pulled out, spinning her around and lifting her onto the counter. He knelt down, his mouth finding her sensitive nub. He sucked and licked, his fingers entering her, fucking her with his hand. She came again, her body shaking, her juices coating his face. He stood, kissing her deeply, letting her taste herself on his lips.
They moved to the loft next, their bodies still humming with pleasure. Mark lay on the soft rug, his cock hard and ready. Emma straddled him, her tits in his face. He sucked on her nipples, his hands gripping her waist as she rode him. She bounced up and down, her tits slapping against his face. He loved the feeling of her tits around his cock, the warmth and softness enveloping him. He came with a groan, his cum spilling onto his stomach.
They didn't stop there. They moved to the shower, the hot water cascading over them. Mark bent Emma over, his fingers teasing her ass. She tensed at first, but relaxed as he lubed her up. He entered her slowly, inch by inch, until he was fully sheathed inside her. He fucked her gently, his hands gripping her hips. She moaned, her body pushing back against him. He sped up, his hips slamming against her ass. She came with a scream, her body convulsing around him. He followed soon after, his cum filling her ass.
They collapsed onto the bed, their bodies spent. They lay there, their limbs tangled together, their bodies slick with sweat and water. They laughed, their eyes meeting. "Best house tour ever," Emma giggled. Mark smirked, pulling her close. "Just wait until next time," he whispered, his hand cupping her breast. She shivered, her body already responding to his touch. They had the whole weekend ahead of them, and they planned to make the most of it. After all, they had a lot of rooms left to explore.