The Old Neighbor Ch. 07 (Official)

Author's Note: There will be one last epilogue chapter to wrap things up nicely. Also, since Patreon doesn't like certain words, the original doc will be linked below with the unchanged words. It's nothing major, though.

Sarah sat cross-legged on the carpet, barefoot in simple jeans and a sweater, while Alice babbled happily on the pastel playmat spread before her. The baby kicked her little feet and smacked at a toy rattle, her tiny fingers curling with uncoordinated delight. Sarah smiled, watching her daughter squirm and coo. She leaned forward and gently ran her hand through the soft curls of blonde hair that were just beginning to grow fuller on Alice’s small head.

“You’re getting so big…” she murmured, a small, warm smile tugging at her lips.

Those bright blue eyes stared up at her, so unmistakably Albert’s. Sarah had to take a moment to breathe. She still couldn’t believe it. That this little girl… her daughter… had come from him. Her dirty old neighbor. That same lecherous man who used to leer at her while she pulled weeds or watered the front hedges. And now here they were. Her baby. His baby. And another growing inside her.

Her other hand drifted down, resting protectively over the subtle curves of her stomach beneath her sweater. A second one. His again. She wasn’t even showing that much yet, but she could feel it swelling inside.

Her gaze lingered on Alice as the baby turned onto her side, gurgling something incoherent. Sarah reached out and traced a finger along her soft, chubby cheek. She savored how innocent she was despite her taboo conception. 

Sarah leaned back, sighing, the moment of warmth giving way to a familiar pressure on her chest and shoulders. Stress. The weight of everything that had happened in the past couple of weeks was bearing down on her again. 

Alex.

Her husband was behind bars. The charges had come so fast that it barely felt real. Fraud. Embezzlement.  A dozen things she didn’t fully understand. She remembered the chaos, the feds asking her questions, the confusion, the lawyers calling nonstop, her in-laws pointing fingers, the hushed phone calls with relatives. Her once-stable life had crumbled in the blink of an eye.

She closed her eyes and tried to compose herself. Everything was so crazy now. Lawyers’ fees. Custody threats. Her own parents were asking what the hell she’d been doing, why she hadn’t seen it coming. No one knew the truth of it all. No one knew how far from that marriage she’d already drifted. Not even Alex.

Especially not him.

Sarah opened her eyes and stared at Alice again. Her baby girl. Her proof. Her secret. She wanted to protect her, keep her out of all this madness. Keep her safe.

But lately… she kept thinking about leaving. Just running. Disappearing into the world somewhere with Alice and this new baby inside her. No more lies. No more pretending that her marriage was happy and wholesome. She wasn’t even sure who she was supposed to be anymore, a faithful wife, doting mother, adulterous whore, or something in between.

What she did know, however, was that when Albert held her, when his voice rasped promises in her ear, when he kissed her, fucked her… She felt at peace, fulfilled. Real.

A subtle clicking of the lock opening came from the front door, snapping her out of her pondering moment.

Sarah rose from the playmat, adjusting her sweater back over her shoulder as she made her way through the quiet house. She padded across the hardwood floor, heart fluttering as it always did when she recognized that particular click of the door opening. 

By the time she made it to the front door, there he stood, Albert, with his ever-present smirk and weathered face, tossing the key she had entrusted him with to her house ever since her husband had been taken away. His faded blue eyes wasted no time sweeping over her, per usual, lingering on the curve of her hips, her breasts, then the way her elegant blonde hair fell a little messy around her shoulders.

“Hey, beautiful,” he said, stepping forward. 

“Hi,” she whispered, already bending down slightly toward the shorter man and leaning in.

Their lips met in a slow, familiar kiss, a quiet hunger passing between them. Sarah sighed into the kiss, her hand clutching the front of his shirt. When he pulled back, he cupped her face for a moment, then his hand drifted down. 

His bony fingers pressed gently against her belly. 

“Hmm,” Albert hummed low in his throat, his palm flattening over the soft swell. “So sexy… so perfect… mine.”

Sarah smiled faintly, her fingers wrapping around his wrist. “You always say that, Albert.”

“Because it’s true! You love it when I tell you, stop with that,” he replied with a knowing grin. 

Sarah rolled her fetching green eyes and laughed with him, stepping aside and letting him in. Albert shuffled past her, his old eyes immediately locking onto the small form squirming on the playmat in the living room. “Ah! There she is!” the old man exclaimed, his voice warm and cheerful.

Alice kicked her legs and let out a babbling squeal, recognizing him right away. Albert lowered himself slowly to one knee, a slight grunt escaping his throat as he knelt beside her. She reached out with chubby hands, grabbing his shirt, and he let her tug. 

“Hey there, my little sweetheart,” he said, voice uncharacteristically softer than it was with anyone else. He leaned in and pressed a warm kiss to her cheek. “Daddy’s here.”

Alice squealed again, her tiny hand patting his jaw like she was trying to hold him in place. 

Sarah stood behind them, arms crossed under her chest, watching the moment unfold. She didn’t say anything. She didn’t need to. She couldn’t help but savor the heartwarming interaction between a man and his daughter despite the depraved truth behind it all. 

They had dinner not long after. It was simple, just roasted chicken, mashed potatoes, and steamed vegetables. Sarah sat across from Albert at the kitchen table, lazily sipping a cup of tea with her hair now tied up messily. Albert cut up bits of food for Alice, who sat in her highchair between them, babbling and smearing mashed potatoes across her tray with enthusiastic abandon.

Albert cleaned her face with a practiced hand, unfazed by the mess, before chuckling. “She’s got your attitude, you know.”

Sarah offered him a suspicious, sharp yet playful look as she sipped on her tea. “Oh? What are you trying to say, I’m difficult?”

Albert caught the stern yet light intensity in her eyes. “No… I’m saying she’s got your… spirit. Yes, spirit,” he replied, shooting her a wink. 

Later, with the dishes washed and the kitchen quiet, Albert sat in the living room with Alice on his lap. He bounced her gently on his knee, making exaggerated faces that had her giggling uncontrollably, arms flailing. Her squeals echoed through the house like fireworks. 

Watching from the couch, Sarah couldn’t help but smile. Her eyes softened, and she leaned her cheek into her hand. 

“I’m… surprised,” she said quietly, not hiding her amusement. “You’re actually… a good dad.”

Albert snorted. “Didn’t think this old buck had it in me?”

She shook her head with mock disapproval, grinning. “Not even a little.”

He chuckled, the deep sound making Alice giggle again. “Well,” he began, patting the toddler’s back, “maybe I’m a little more than just a dirty old bastard.” He glanced at her. “Maybe I’m even husband material.”

Sarah rolled her eyes, letting out an exasperated sigh as she stood up to gather some toys off the floor. “Oh, here we go…”

“What?” he asked, mocking innocence. “I’m serious. When are we going to stop pretending? We already have a kid. Another on the way. We’re practically halfway there. I thought we agreed on this?”

“Albert…” she warned, her voice gentle but firm.

But he didn’t stop.

“When are you going to leave that man for me already?” he prodded, quieter now, still bouncing Alice but staring at Sarah with something a little heavier behind his faded blue eyes. “Things are perfectly aligned. He’s in prison, out of the picture. I’m sure you’re justified in divorcing him, no?”

“Like I said for the millionth time, Albert. I can’t just do that,” she said carefully. “Not yet, at least.”

“Why not?” he challenged.

“Because… It’s too soon. Everything is still a mess right now. The lawyers, the trial, and his family have been breathing down my neck. I can’t just leave him right now… that would be very strange and suspicious.” She paused, then added with a sigh, “Things need to cool down before I make any moves. For both our sakes.”

Albert stared at her for a moment, eyes narrowing slightly. Then he looked down at Alice and ran a finger along her arm, quiet again.

“Hm, I just don’t like hiding it anymore,” he muttered. “You’re my woman.”

Sarah softened. “I don’t either. But this is for the best. You know that.”

He nodded slowly. But she could see the flicker of impatience in his calm expression. 

She sat on the armchair beside him and gently cupped his wrinkled face. “Soon,” she said, her voice low and promising. “Just… not yet, you big baby.”

Albert broke into a playful, annoyed huff. “Augh… I’m gonna hold you to that, darlin’.”

“Yeah, yeah, you always do, Al,” Sarah responded, her tone light, giving him a quick peck on the cheek before getting up to resume collecting Alice’s toys. 

-

Later that night, the house was quiet. Alice had long since fallen asleep, and the soft whir of the baby monitor buzzed faintly on the nightstand. In the dim light of the bedroom, Sarah moved atop Albert, her bare body straddling his, her skin flushed with heat and sweat. Her blonde hair spilled freely down her back as she rode him, slow and deep, her palms pressed flat against his chest. 

The old man groaned beneath her, his wrinkly hands gripping her plush ass, guiding her rhythm as she sank down on his big cock again and again. “Fuck, Sarah… you ride me like a damn goddess,” he growled, digging his fingers into moist skin. “This tight little pussy’s gonna ruin me.”

She gasped softly, biting her lip, her green eyes locked on his as her hips rolled with practiced ease. “You already are ruined, honey,” she whispered with a smirk, her voice sultry and teasing. 

His grin turned darker. He loved it when she called him that. It made things between them feel so real, grounded. “You know what we should do?” he rasped. “Just say fuck it. Sell your place, sell mine… take the baby and disappear. New town, new names. Nobody knows shit. Just you, me, and the kids.”

Sarah moaned, her pace slowing for a moment as the fantasy flickered across her mind. A fresh start. No drama. No Alex. No lies. Just… them.

“You like that idea, don’t you?” Albert said, reading her flushed face. “No more hiding. No more pretending. Just you riding your baby daddy every night without guilt.”

Her breathing quickened. The idea was tempting. It had crossed her mind a few times before this, but she never gave it any actual thought. “Hmm… Maybe,” she murmured, rocking her hips faster now, chasing the high building deep inside her. “Maybe I do… Although… I’m not quite sure about the whole changing our names part. Too romanticizing, don’t you think?”

“Hehe, you get what I mean, darlin’. But just picture it,” Albert grunted, his hips subtly bucking up to meet her downward thrusts, his cock burying deeper into her soaked pussy. “You, in the kitchen, pregnant again… tits full of milk, Alice running around, no one to judge us. Just mine. All fucking mine.”

Sarah cried out softly, her body trembling, thighs tightening round his skinny hips. “Fuck… Albert… you’ve got quite the imagination… Hmmm.”

He sat up just enough to grab her hips, thrusting up into her with more pronounced movements. Their bodies slapped together with a wet, desperate rhythm. “Argh… yes… I fucking feel it, baby. Cum for me… Cum with me…”

“I’m gonna—ahh—yes—fuck, I’m cumming!” she moaned, her voice breaking as she arched her back, her orgasm crashing over her in a hot, pulsing wave.

Albert followed a second later with a deep groan, his cock throbbing inside her as he spewed his heavy load deep inside her already knocked up pussy. His arms locked around her waist as he held her tight, grinding up into her until the last drop was buried deep. 

Their breathing slowed, their skin slick and tangled. Sarah slumped forward against his chest, her heart pounding, lips brushing his neck.

“You’re really desperate for this, aren’t you?” she whispered. 

Albert smiled against her hair. “You know I am.”

-

A few days later, Sarah loaded Alice’s stroller into the trunk while Albert fastened the baby’s sunhat under her chin. The sky was clear, the air warm, and for the first time in weeks, there was no pressure, no calls, no stress. Just the zoo. Something normal for a change with her daughter and her lover. 

It felt good, just like how it was when they went to Europe together.

As they walked through the park gates, Sarah held Alice in her arms while Albert pushed the empty stroller, his faded veteran’s cap shielding his eyes from the sun. Families surrounded them, the sound of chattering and the scent of popcorn and sunscreen filling the air. 

They stopped near a statue of a bronze elephant, where Sarah crouched to snap a photo. Alice sat on Albert’s lap, reaching out to touch the cool metal. Her little hand pressed against the statue’s leg while Albert grinned widely, one arm curled protectively around her.

“Hold still, Alice!” Sarah called out sweetly to the baby, trying to get her attention while holding her phone in position. “Look here, baby. Look at mommy!”

Click.

She smiled to herself. The image on her phone captured something she hadn’t fully realized she needed, a sense of what things could look like, what they were starting to look like. 

As she stepped back to admire the shot, a middle-aged woman nearby paused and smiled warmly. “Would you like me to take a picture of the three of you?” she offered. 

Sarah blinked, surprised, but nodded with a gracious smile. “That’d be lovely, thank you.”

Albert stood, and they all grouped up around the statue. Sarah nestled beside him with Alice cradled between them. The stranger counted down, snapped the picture, and handed the phone back with a kind smile. 

“She’s beautiful,” the woman said, peeking at Alice. “And it’s so sweet that you brought your father along. Three generations, huh?”

Albert smirked.

Sarah’s face twitched—half a smile, half a sigh. Before she could respond, Albert was already flashing her that familiar mischievous look. That same smug, unbothered gleam in his eye that always made her want to smack him and kiss him at the same time.

He turned back to the woman. “Oh, I’m not her father,” he said casually, wrapping his arm around Sarah’s waist. “This is my partner.” Then, gently patting Alice's head, he continued, “And this right here is our little bundle of love.”

The woman’s eyes widened. “Oh… oh—really?”

Albert just chuckled as the woman awkwardly stammered and apologized, saying how lovely their family is before parting ways. Sarah shook her head, an annoyingly amused smirk curling at her lips.

“You love doing that, don’t you?” she muttered as they started walking again.

“Every time,” Albert said with a satisfied grin. “Their faces never get old.”

Neither do you, apparently.”

Albert winked. “Not where it counts.”

Sarah rolled her eyes again, but her smile lingered. It really was starting to feel like something real. 

They strolled through the shaded paths of the zoo, the sun bright, filtering through the trees. Alice sat happily in her stroller, a half-melted ice cream bar in hand, babbling and pointing at every enclosure they passed.

“Ma! Ma!” she squealed, jabbing her sticky finger toward a pair of lazy lions sprawled in the sun. 

“No, sweetie,” Sarah chuckled, wiping her daughter’s chin. “Not mommy. That’s a lion.”

Albert leaned in. “To be fair, she’s not too far off.”

Sarah gave him a sideways look, smiling as they continued walking. She wore a crisp white sleeveless V-neck blouse tucked high into her tan pleated shorts, the kind that showed off her legs and hugged just enough to make Albert’s imagination stir. Her open-toed sandal slides clicked against the pavement, her long hair tumbling freely down her back. The look was casual, breezy, and sexy as hell.

They found a quiet table on a patio near the snack bar for lunch. Alice gnawed on her little meal in the highchair, distracted by nearby pigeons, while Sarah sat back in her seat, sipping her drink.

Albert couldn’t take his eyes off her.

Her outfit clung to her just right—legs smooth and crossed, her top low enough to hint at the curves he knew too well. The way the warm breeze tousled her hair made her look divine. She lifted her glass to her lips, and he nearly groaned as his cock twitched in his shorts.

“You’re staring,” she said, not even looking up from her salad.

Albert grinned shamelessly. “Can you blame me?”

Sarah gave him a small glance, pretending to be annoyed, but the faint tug on her lips betrayed her. “You’re hopeless.”

“You dress like that and expect me not to have impure thoughts?” He leaned forward, his voice low. “You know what you look like right now? Like a sexy young mom on vacation who’s gonna sneak off to fuck her dirty old man once the kid’s napping.”

She bit her lip, cheeks blushing. The look she gave him wasn’t a denial.

“Keep talking like that,” she murmured, “and we’ll see how long it takes to get back to the car.”

After lunch, as they walked through the tropical bird exhibit, Sarah slowed her pace, one hand gently pressing against her stomach. Her focus drifted from the vivid colors and chirping parrots. She took a breath, deep and steady, but something still churned inside her.

Albert noticed immediately. 

“Hey,” he said softly, stepping closer. “You alright?”

She gave him a tight smile, but faltered. “Yeah, just a little… queasy. Probably the heat. Or maybe that mystery chicken sandwich.”

Albert’s hand touched the small of her back, guiding her toward a nearby bench under some shade. “Come on. Sit down for a second. You don’t look so good.”

Sarah sighed as she lowered herself carefully onto the bench. Alice stayed content in her stroller beside them, babbling at the colorful birds fluttering just outside the enclosure fence. Sarah fanned herself lightly, still holding her stomach.

Albert sat closely next to her, gently rubbing her back. “You sure it’s just the lunch?”

She gave him a knowing look, eyes narrowing with a faint smirk.

“I mean…” she began, voice laced with teasing accusation. “I am growing your baby inside me, you know.”

Albert chucked under his breath. “Ah, so now it’s my fault you’re like this?”

Sarah leaned back, closing her eyes. “Mhm. Soon to have a big belly. Nausea. Sore boobs. You did this to me, old man. All your fault.”

Albert shook his head, taking and kissing the back of her hand. “And I’d do it again. Hell, I am doing it again.”

Sarah let out a groaning laugh, breathing steadily. “God help me, you're relentless.”

He leaned in close, his voice warm. “Just let me know if you need anything, alright?”

She opened one eye, catching his gaze with a tired smile. “Yeah… I need a nap, a foot rub, some mints… and maybe definitely a little naughty time.”

Albert laughed with a knowing grin. “A foot rub I can do… As for naughty time… that can wait for when we get back.”

She arched her brow, partially surprised. “Oh? Turning down a good time? That’s a first.”

The old man nodded, giving a warm kiss on the cheek. “Yeah, yeah, stay right here, I’ll be back with your mints.”

-

The sun had just started to dip as Albert drove them home, one hand on the wheel, the other resting firmly on Sarah’s bare thigh. She sat beside him in the passenger seat, her legs crossed loosely, her shorts riding high from the heat. 

“You’ve been staring at me since lunch,” she said, eyeing him with a playful smirk.

Albert’s hand squeezed her thigh, bony fingers brushing dangerously close to her inner leg. “You wore those little shorts on purpose.”

Sarah chuckled, nibbling her bottom lip. “Maybe. I’ve been aching all day. My hormones are out of control right now, and you… fuck. I need you and that big juicy cock.”

His old eyes flicked to her, a wicked grin spreading on his face. “When we get back, I’m going to bend your sexy little ass over and breed you all over again.”

Sarah moaned softly, her thighs pressing together, trapping his hand. “You better. I’ve been dripping since lunch. I want your cock in my mouth, in my pussy… everywhere. I’m serious, I can’t fucking wait.”

“Albert’s knuckles turned white on the wheel. “Keep talking like that, and I’m pulling over right now, darlin'.”

“No, she whispered, leaning in close, lips brushing his ear as she reached over and grabbed his crotch, fingers curling around the outline of his cock. “You’re gonna take me home, put our baby girl to bed… and then you’re going to ruin me.”

They got home fast.

The moment they stepped through the door, it was all unspoken coordination. Sarah gently carried Alice upstairs while Albert followed close behind, his hand glued to her lower back, his breath shallow with anticipation. They lay Alice gently in her crib, her little fingers twitching as she rolled to her side, peacefully asleep. 

Then Sarah turned to him with a seductive grin, grabbed his hand, and pulled him toward her room. 

She didn’t speak. She giggled once, the kind of girlish, breathless sound that only came from a mix of arousal and mischief. She led him straight into her walk-in closet, which was wide, carpeted and dim. She shut the door behind them, a soft click echoing as she locked the door, trapping them to do god knows what. With a quick tap, she turned on the flashlight on her phone and set it face down onto the floor, casting a dim, diffused light across the carpet and shadows along the wall. 

Albert chuckled low. “You always know the best places to fuck.”

Sarah shot him a wicked smile over her shoulder. “I’m nesting. This is where I want to get filled by my big-cocked bull.”

They reached for each other and kissed hard without hesitation. Sarah yanked his shirt open, the buttons popping loose as her hands tore it from his body. Her lips were on his neck, his jaw, her slender fingers already working at his belt. Albert groaned, his wrinkled hands slipping beneath her tank top, feeling her swollen boobs through the fabric of her nursing bra. 

“You’re so fucking sexy like this,” he growled, pulling her top over her head. She stood there in her shorts and bra, the flesh of her tits soft and full, her belly just barely starting to swell again.

“Then strip, baby,” she breathed. “Because I’m going to choke on that cock.”

Albert shoved his shorts and briefs down together, his endowed manhood springing free, already and dripping with precum. Sarah dropped to her knees on the soft carpet, setting her hands on his thighs. She grabbed his base and licked slowly up his shaft, savoring every familiar vein and contour he had, before swirling her tongue around his pulsing tip, lapping up his salty goodness. 

“Mmm,” she moaned. “I love how you taste…”

She wrapped her lush lips around him and took him deep into her mouth. Her pace started slow, teasing, but quickly grew more needy, starved. Her free hand slid downward to cup his heavy balls, kissing and sucking them between deep, sloppy strokes of his cock.

Albert’s fingers tangled in her elegant blonde hair. “Fuck, baby… just like that… Ohhhhhh.”

She moaned around his length, the vibrations making his knees wobble. Her alluring green eyes were locked on his as she bobbed her head, her spit coating him, her tongue flicking at the underside of his shaft. 

When she popped him out of her mouth with a wet gasp, she smirked. “Don’t worry, Al. I’m going to milk every drop from you tonight.”

Albert could only growl as she took him right back in.

The dark closet was filled with their ragged breaths, pleasurable moans and the wet, lewd gluck-gluck-gluck of Sarah’s throat working over Albert’s cock.

She had him deep, his entire length buried past her lips with practiced ease, her nose pressed to the wiry hair at his base. Her throat flexed around him, saliva spilling from the corners of her mouth and down her chin as she pulled back slowly, then took him in again, her green eyes were glassy, mascara smudged. 

Albert groaned, one hand braced on his hip, the other tangled tightly in her hair. “Fuck… augh… Sarah… that mouth of yours…”

She moaned around him in response, the sound muffled and obscene. She bobbed her head faster, her hand stroking the base as she sucked with greedy hunger. Every few strokes, she’d stop and lap at his heavy balls, dragging her tongue across the warm skin before sealing her lips around them, slurping, kissing, worshiping.

Eventually, she pulled back with a loud pop, her lips swollen, her face wet with spit. “I want you inside me,” she whispered, panting. “Right fucking now.”

Albert stepped back, his cock standing tall, slick and shiny with her saliva. He kicked his shorts the rest of the way off, then peeled off his socks, tossing them lazily into the corner of the closet. Sarah stood as well, unfastened her shorts and shimmying them down, followed by her plain cotton panties.

Her bare skin gleamed in the flashlight’s soft beam, her breasts heavy and sensitive, her belly gently swollen with his child. Albert’s eyes drank in her natural beauty.

She pulled him down with her onto the carpeted floor, lying on their sides. The clothes around them hung like curtains, swaying slightly from their urgent movement. They kissed deeply, starved—open-mouthed, tongues tangling, hands roaming over warm, slickening skin. Sarah wrapped a leg around his skinny hip, grinding her wet pussy against his cock.

“Put it in,” she breathed against his lips.

Albert shifted forward, reaching between them to guide himself. He rubbed the head of his cock along her soaked folds, groaning when he felt her heat and wetness.

Then he pushed in.

Sarah gasped, her back arching slightly as he slid into her. Inch by thick inch, her pussy stretched to welcome him, her leg tightening around him to pull him deeper. 

“Ohh fuck,” she whimpered. “God, you feel so good, Albert…”

The old man moaned into her neck as he bottomed out, his hips flush against hers. They stayed there for a moment, breathing, soaking up every second of their hot, pulsing sexes connected in the most primal union.

Then slowly, rhythmically, he began to move.

Their bodies rocked slowly on the soft carpet. Their skin glistened with sweat in the glow of the flashlight, and the sound of slick, wet friction filled the space with every deep thrust.

Sarah pulled him closer; her mouth pressed sloppily to his. Her fingers dug into his back, slowly sliding lower to grab his ass, guiding his movements. 

“Ah ah ah… fuck me, baby,” she panted between their lips. “Fuck the shit out of me… Ouuuhh… deeper… harder… yessss.”

Albert grunted, fucking her with deep, steady strokes, feeling every inch of her wet walls clench around him. “Tight little pussy… You were made for me,” he rasped. “Always dripping, always needy for this old cock, you naughty slut.”

“Because you ruined me,” she gasped, licking at his jaw, her voice hot and unashamed. “Your cock is so fucking perfect… I always feel you in my stomach.... I can’t stop thinking about you… I swear, I get wetter hearing your voice.”

The pace quickened, their moans rising. They didn’t hold back, not in here, not in the safe confines of the closet. The walls absorbed everything. Albert’s heavy balls slapped against her with every thrust, slick skin meeting slick skin, their breaths loud, their cries of carnal desire unfiltered. 

“Hah… mhmmm, right there, Albert… fuck… right there… give it to me,” she moaned, eyes locked on his. “Breed my pussy.”

Albert growled, the sound low and primal. “Yeah? Take it… take this fucking cock… I own this pussy.”

Suddenly, with a quick thrust and a shift of weight, he rolled her onto her back and slid on top. Sarah gasped with playful excitement at the change of angle, her long legs falling open for him.

He grabbed her ankles, lifting them slightly, folding her in just enough to hit deeper, his cockhead perfectly smushing against her searing hot cervix. His wiry, older frame flexed against her softer, fuller body, their size difference only turning her on more. He drove into her with raw force now, his rhythm hard and relentless. 

“Fuck! Yes! Just like that!” she cried out, her fingers clawing at the carpet as her eyes fluttered back. “YES YES YES!”

Albert grunted with effort, panting, sweat dripping from his forehead. “Fuck! Argh! Ohhhh yeah! That’s it. Moan! Moan for me!” he roared, a wicked grin stretched across his face as he pounded her pussy. 

“You’re gonna cum for me, aren’t you? Gonna squeeze this cock just like you always do?”

Sarah nodded frantically, her moans high-pitched and broken. “YES! I’m so fucking close, Albert, I’m gonna—I’m about to—”

Her whole body tensed, then shook violently as her orgasm crashed over her. Her legs spasmed, her back arched, and her pussy clenched down on his cock like a vice. “OHHHHH FUUUUCKKK!” she screamed, eyes rolling back as her climax rocked her core. 

Albert didn’t stop. He just held her ankles tighter, fucking her through every last wave, until she went limp beneath him, breathless, ruined, and completely his.

He slowed his thrusts, watching his beautiful baby momma twitch and gasp, her body still trembling from the orgasm he’d just wrung out of her. Her skin glowed under the soft flashlight beam, her breaths rising and falling as she panted heavily.

 She looked up at him with half-lidded eyes, lips parted, a satisfied smile tugging at the corners of her mouth.

But Albert wasn’t done. 

He moved, sliding his cock free from her pulsing slit and straddled her torso with a low grunt, his thick, throbbing cock hovered over her chest. Sarah instinctively knew what he wanted. Without a word, she reached up, cupped her full breasts, and squeezed them together. They were pillowy, slick with sweat, and sensitive with arousal. 

“You want to fuck them, you dirty old man?” she asked, licking her lips slowly, then biting them as she pressed her tits tighter. “Come on… use them. I know you want to.”

Albert grunted, guiding himself between the valley of her breasts, Sarah’s juices that slathered his cock making it smooth and easy. He began to thrust slowly, his cockhead poking out near her collarbone with each deep stroke. Sarah moaned at the filthy sight, watching his shaft glide between her tits, hot and heavy.

“God, you’re so fucking naughty,” he groaned, looking down at her.

Her gaze locked with his. “You made me this way,” she purred. “You fucked the wife next door so good she became hooked.”

Albert’s bony hands groped her shoulders for leverage, his pace picking up. “Damn right I did.”

“You put a baby in me… and look at me,” Sarah went on, licking the tip whenever it neared her mouth. “Lying here, knocked up again. All because I couldn’t get enough of your big… bull… cock.”

Albert’s thrusts grew more desperate, more erratic, the slap of flesh filling the enclosed closet. 

“Breeding me like a good little whore,” she whispered, her voice thick with lust. “Your baby’s inside me, Albert. Our second. What would my Alex say if he knew?”

Albert gritted his teeth, his body trembling with need.

“I can’t wait for you to leave that useless fuck,” he growled, his hips snapping firmly against her soft, perky boobs. “You belong to me. My babies. My woman.”

Sarah’s eyes rolled back slightly, her hands squeezing her breasts tightly around him. “Then claim me. Cum for me. All over the tits you made swell up with your brat…”

That was all it took. 

Albert grunted, thrusting deep between her tits one last time before pulling back, his cock pulsing hard. The first rope of cum shot up across her throat, streaking her neck and chin. The next landed thick on her cleavage, painting the tops of her breasts with his virile seed. He groaned through clenched teeth, as he pulled back and unloaded the rest onto her boobs, spilling over her soft skin and coating her erect nipples. 

Sarah moaned, her lips parted with satisfaction as she felt his heat. She smeared it with her fingers, slowly licking the tip of one. “Mmm… You always give so much.”

Albert knelt above her, panting, staring down at the mess he made—his cum dripping down the woman he’d made a mother. Twice.

“That was good…” he murmured, voice hoarse as he wiped the sweat from his brow. “Hm, I love making a mess of these perfect tits, darlin’.”

Sarah couldn’t help but giggle amusingly, collected the rest of his sticky cum from her skin and licked it up. “You should do it more often, hon.”

-

The closet door creaked open, and a wave of humid, sex-heavy air spilled out into the bathroom. 

Sarah stepped out first, completely naked, her hair was wild and clinging to her damp shoulders, her skin glowing with sweat. Her thighs were slick, boobs flushed and freckled with dry drops of cum. She looked thoroughly used and flushed, grinning with pure satisfaction.

Albert followed behind, unsteady on his feet, his skinny legs wobbly, his breath shallow. His chest heaved in exhausted waves, a rare moment where his age was actually catching up with him. His cock hung heavy between his thighs, still wet, spent, and twitching faintly. His back bore the red reminders of her nails, and his jaw was slack in a dazed, pleased expression. The man looked like he’d just returned from war, and lost.

Sarah glanced over her shoulder, smirking as she watched him limp behind her. 

“Jesus, woman,” he muttered, reaching out to steady himself against the wall. “You milked me.…”

She turned around, still nude, and stalked back toward him with a teasing gleam in her eye. Her hand slid between his legs, cupping his drained balls with a playful squeeze. He flinched and groaned on instinct, his knees buckling slightly. 

“Oh, stop it. You loved every second of that,” she whispered huskily, leaning in to kiss his wrinkled cheek. “Such a good fucking bull for me.”

Albert just groaned in response, letting out a heavy sigh. “Pregnant woman… fuckin’ scary.”

She giggled, nuzzling his head under her chin before leaning down and licking the salty taste from his neck. “Scary horny. You brought this on yourself when you knocked me up again, big boy.”

“I regret nothing,” he rasped, his voice proud. “But I might need a wheelchair.”

Sarah laughed, wrapping her arms around him. “We’ll just call it physical therapy. Now come on. Let’s shower before the baby wakes up and smells the filth on us.”

“God, I love you,” Albert mumbled. 

She grinned and kissed him. “Hm, I love you too.”

-

Nearly two months had passed, and everything was slowly, inevitably unraveling. 

From the outside, her husband had always believed their marriage was fine, solid even. He’d tell friends they were the “normal couple,” the type who didn’t fight, who had their routines, their shared goals, a house, a kid. He genuinely thought Sarah was content, that despite the time he always spent at work, they were doing well enough. But that belief was hollow now, crumbling under the weight of everything he’d kept buried. 

Behind the scenes, the investigation into his dealings had taken a dark turn. What began as suspicion of fraud had evolved into something far more damning. Sarah read the reports in disbelief—accounts of lavish, secret sex parties, dirty money changing hands, and a double life she hadn’t even begun to imagine. She didn’t cry. Didn’t scream. Something inside her had already gone cold.

She didn’t have any room to feel betrayed, given what she had done herself. Her affair with Albert had started as something selfish and impulsive, born from neglect, boredom, and the aching need to feel wanted. But over time, it had become more than just lust. More than escape. It had turned into comfort. Into truth. 

Albert was patient for the most part. “You don’t owe him your silence,” he told her one night, rubbing gentle circles on her growing belly. “He had his second life. Why shouldn’t you have your first chance at something real?”

Still, Sarah waited. Not because she had doubts, but because she needed to be smart. She hid her pregnancy under oversized sweaters and flowing dresses. She kept visits short, avoided photos, and deflected questions from her family. There was too much at stake, and if she was going to do this, she had to do it right. 

When she finally filed for divorce, the grounds were unshakable. Her family stood by her, heartbroken but supportive. The in-laws, predictably, lashed out. Angry voicemails, long-winded texts full of judgment and denial. She ignored everyone. 

The final meeting with Alex was set in a quiet, private office, neutral ground. She hadn’t seen him in weeks.

When she entered, he looked up with tired eyes in his orange prison jumpsuit. His expression flickered, not with hate or bitterness, but with something closer to confusion. He looked at her like a man trying to piece together a puzzle that no longer made sense. 

“You’re really doing this?” he asked. 

“I am,” Sarah replied softly, sitting across from him. 

Alex scoffed, sitting back in his metal chair. “You’re unbelievable.”

Sarah didn’t flinch. “I think that word suits you better.”

“Oh, come on,” he snapped, voice rising. “You didn’t even try. You didn’t even ask me anything, didn’t even give me a chance to explain. You just assumed I was guilty.”

She narrowed her eyes. “Assume? Alex, all the evidence is there. I saw it all myself. The pictures… receipts… bank records. A fucking yacht in someone else’s name. You think that’s something I just imagined?”

“I did what I had to do!” he said sharply. “Everything was for us, for Alice.”

“Don’t you dare bring her into this,” Sarah snapped back, her voice sharp and full of heat now. “Those lucrative parties were definitely for us, huh? Don’t use Alice to protect yourself. It’s pathetic.”

Alex’s mouth opened like he was going to say something, but all that came out was a breathless sneer. “You’re being dramatic.”

She leaned forward, eyes burning. “You have no idea what I’ve been dealing with since you were dragged out of your office building in handcuffs. The calls, the questions, all the damn lawyers.”

“Oh, please, I gave you everything you could ask for,” he muttered. “I’m sure you loved the attention. Playing the innocent wife, the poor thing who never saw it coming. You’re good at that. Playing roles.”

Sarah froze. He wasn’t exactly wrong. Though her temper rose, her voice became more venomous. “You want to talk about roles, Alex? What about yours?” The hard-working husband who spent his nights fucking escorts and laundering cash while I was at home putting Alice to sleep?”

That shut him up.

“So what…” Alex whispered, running a hand through his hair. “We’re done just like that? You don’t love me anymore?”

“It’s over, Alex,” Sarah replied, catching her breath, her tone resolute. “There’s no coming back from this. I- what we had was good… but now I need to move on. Take care of Alice.”

A flicker of guilt flashed in Alex’s eyes, but he was still caught up in all the heat to say something. They just sat there silently. 

The lawyers arrived shortly after, and they signed the last of the papers. Everything went very smoothly, considering the argument they just had. Sarah got mostly everything: the house, some assets, and full custody. The scratch of the pen was the only sound between them. No more pleading from Alex. No more explanations. Just names on a dotted line, each stroke closing the door a little further.

When it was finished, Sarah looked up at him one final time. Her hand instinctively rested on her belly, protectively and gently. “Goodbye, Alex,” she said softly. 

He didn’t respond. Just watched her, with a lingering gleam of anger and betrayal in his eyes, as she turned and walked out. 

The air outside was crisp and cool, and the sun peeked through the clouds in warm beams. For the first time in months, for the most part, she could breathe. 

She wasn’t entirely innocent on her end, though; everything her husband had done gave her some sense of conscience. Her affair and Alice’s true paternity were still a secret that only she and Albert knew. Even then, her family discovering that she’s pregnant again would eventually break. 

Would she ever tell anyone of her deepest, darkest secret? Perhaps not, but still. She had made her choice; there was no going back now. 

This was it.

A fresh start.

She walked across the parking lot, her boots clicking against the pavement. Albert sat in the driver’s seat of her car, the engine idling. He looked up as she approached, his eyes meeting hers through the windshield. 

She opened the door and slid into the passenger seat. 

“It’s done,” Sarah said quietly.

Albert didn’t speak. He just reached over, took her hand in his, and gave it a gentle squeeze.

She looked ahead, a small, tired smile tugging at the corner of her lips.

A new chapter had begun…

To be continued in the epilogue…