Jennifer froze for a second, her lips still wrapped around me, before pulling back with a soft, reluctant pop. Her lips were swollen and glistening, her chest rising and falling with quick, shallow breaths. She looked up at me, her eyes dark with frustration and excitement, and let out a breathy laugh.
"Shit," she whispered, her voice thick with need. "She’s early."
She gave my cock one last, lingering lick, her tongue swirling around the tip before she reluctantly pulled away.
"Stay here," she murmured, her voice husky. In one fluid motion, she adjusted the blanket over me, tucking it around my body until only my cock remained exposed—erect, glistening, and impossible to ignore. "Don’t move. I’ll bring her here."
With that, Jennifer straightened her dress, the fabric whispering against her skin as she smoothed it down. She ran her fingers through her hair, her lips still swollen from her efforts, and shot me one last smoldering look—her eyes dark with promise.
"Don’t move," she mouthed silently, her voice a breathy threat. Then, with a final, teasing flick of her tongue over her lower lip, she practically floated out of the room, the door clicking softly shut behind her.
I chuckled softly to myself, my body still thrumming from her touch. This was going to be good.
I wanted to see Kate’s reaction—wanted to watch her face as she realized what was waiting for her. Carefully, I adjusted the blanket, ensuring only my hard, glistening cock peeked out, standing proudly in the center of the bed like a temptation impossible to ignore.
From beneath the blanket, I activated my AI Lens, the world shifting as the fabric became transparent to my enhanced vision. I could see through it as if it weren’t there at all, the details of the room sharpening as I focused on the doorway. Jennifer’s footsteps echoed softly down the hallway, growing fainter as she reached the front door. Then came the muffled sound of the door opening, followed by the unmistakable lilt of Kate’s voice.
"Jennifer? What’s going on? You sounded so urgent on the phone."
"Oh, Kate, you’re here!" Jennifer’s voice was bright, almost too cheerful, as she greeted her. "I have something to show you. Something... special."
I heard their footsteps drawing closer, the soft rustle of fabric, and the occasional creak of the floorboards. My pulse quickened as their voices grew louder, the anticipation coiling tight in my stomach.
"So, what is the thing you wanted to show me?" Kate asked, her voice laced with curiosity. "You’re being so mysterious."
Jennifer didn’t answer right away. Instead, I heard the creak of the bedroom door swinging open, and then—
"Ta-da!" Jennifer’s voice was triumphant, playful.
There was a beat of silence. Then, Kate’s sharp inhale.
"What... the...?" Kate’s voice was barely a whisper, her shock palpable even through the blanket. I could see her through the AI Lens—her face flushed, her eyes wide as she took in the sight of my cock, standing erect in the middle of the bed. Her hand flew to her mouth, her fingers trembling slightly as she stared.
Jennifer, ever the actress, stepped forward, her voice dripping with feigned innocence. "Oh, this? I bought a new dildo. It’s... well, it’s realistic."
Kate’s eyes didn’t waver from my cock. "This... this looks familiar," she murmured, her voice barely audible. "The shape... the size... I feel like I’ve seen it somewhere before."
Jennifer’s lips curled into a sly smile. "Well, when you were drunk last week, you kept saying your husband’s... well, you know. That he’s lost his mojo. So I thought, why not surprise you with something that might... help?" She gestured grandly toward me, as if presenting a gift.
"Consider it an early birthday present."
Kate’s brow furrowed, her gaze still locked on my cock. "But... this looks exactly like—" She cut herself off, her voice trailing into silence. I could see the conflict playing out on her face—recognition, hesitation, and something darker, something hungry.
And then, I heard it—the faintest whisper of her thoughts, as if she’d forgotten to shield them. My Telepathy kicked in, her inner monologue flooding my mind like a secret confession:
[This... dildo... looks... like... Jack’s cock...]
[I could never forget that shape... that size... the way it felt...]
[But... even if it is just a dildo... I feel like... I’d be betraying Jack... and his feelings... like cheating on him...]
[And Jennifer... she’s Jack’s woman... Did she... did she use this? Did she—]
Her thoughts were a storm of confusion and desire, each one tinged with guilt and curiosity. I could practically taste her hesitation, the way her mind warred with itself.
She wanted to look away, but she couldn’t. She wanted to deny it, but the truth was right there in front of her.
Jennifer, sensing Kate’s internal struggle, took a step closer, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "e on, Kate. Don’t you want to... try it? See how it feels?" She reached out, her fingers brushing against Kate’s arm, her touch light but insistent. "No strings. Just... fun."
For a moment, it seemed like Kate might give in—her breath hitched, her gaze flickering between Jennifer and my exposed cock, her fingers trembling at her sides. But then, something in her expression shifted.
The conflict in her eyes hardened into something sharper, something raw. A single tear welled up, glistening as it spilled down her cheek, followed by another. Her lower lip quivered, and before either of us could react, her hand shot out.
Crack.
The sound of Kate’s palm connecting with Jennifer’s cheek echoed through the room like a gunshot. The slap was sudden, violent—so unexpected that Jennifer staggered back, her hand flying to her stinging face, her eyes wide with shock.
Even I flinched beneath the blanket, my cock twitching in surprise as the tension in the room exploded into something ugly and real.
Jennifer’s breath came out in a sharp gasp, her fingers pressing against her reddening cheek. "Kate—!" she started, her voice a mix of pain and disbelief.
But Kate wasn’t done. She stepped forward, her entire body shaking, her finger jabbing toward Jennifer like a blade. "You..." Her voice broke, thick with tears and fury.
"You betrayed Jack. You’re his woman. How could you... How could you do this to him?" Her other hand clenched into a fist at her side, her nails digging into her palm hard enough to leave marks. "Using that... that thing like it’s nothing—like it’s just some toy!"
Her face twisted, her stomach heaving as if she might actually be sick. "I—I feel like I’m going to throw up," she choked out, her voice trembling.
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