OF COURSE! i switched it up a little, hope you don’t mind!
alex + we’re trying to fool around while the kid is asleep but we heard a noise and now we’re freaking out if they had heard us or seen us or not
“Fuck, Alex,” You whimper almost helplessly. “It’s been so fucking long since we’ve had the house to ourselves.”
Alex hums in agreement against your throat, as his fingers run over the length of your thigh. Alex detaches from your neck, peppering kisses against your jaw, and back up to your lips.
“Thank god for Friday night football games.” He murmurs against your lips, before moving the hand on your thigh to between your legs. Alex is quick to slide his tongue against yours, swallowing up the moan that falls from your lips.
His forefinger and middle finger slide into you easily, causing you to let out a small moan. Alex just smirks down at you, before he moves to pepper kisses down your body. You have a firm grasp on his hair as he does this, and you’re pretty sure that you taste blood from how hard you’re biting your lower lip.
Your body actually jolts when he licks a thick stripe up your wanting entrance, your free hand flying up to cover the choked out gasp that you emit.
“C’mon, baby,” Alex whispers huskily, looking up at you through his lashes. “Cassie and Noah aren’t here, wanna hear those pretty little moans of yours. S’okay baby girl.”
Between your job and trying to raise two teenagers, it’s always been hard to get alone time with your husband. It’s rare for you two nowadays to even get foreplay, so your sex life is mainly made up of missionary in whatever spare time you can get. But now that the kids are significantly busier, you take every opportunity you can get to spend some adult time with Alex.
So you take his advice, and remove your hand that’s covering your mouth.
It’s not long before Alex has got the most lewd moans escaping your lips. The second you cum in his mouth, he’s quick to remove himself from between your legs, and flip you onto your stomach.
He’s quick to slip inside of you, and set up a hard pace.
Needless to say, you’re both too into the moment, and don’t really notice the front door slam, and a myriad of hyper teens coming into your house.
And you certainly don’t notice when Cassie prances towards your room, with thick black stripes painted on her cheeks.
So the moment your door swings open, and a terrified scream causes the two of you to stop, it’s already too late to do anything as the door slams shut; footsteps practically running back to the kitchen.
You both want to freak out and go run out to your daughter, but that quickly turns into hysterical laughter, as you hear her shout,
“I’M MOVING IN WITH UNCLE HANK!”
