From that point on, Adagio found that it was becoming easier and easier to entice Hondo with the little touches of affection she threw his way. He seemed to eat them up like a hungry dog yearning for scraps from the table. Sweetie Belle had her Championship game, but Adagio had to skip it this time. She felt for the little squirt, but seeing the presence of not just Hondo’s wife but also Rarity being present as well meant it was too risky to try and be around. She told him later she’d had a nasty stomach bug and was cheering from her sofa.

But while she’d missed that opportunity, she could still see her hooks stayed in him. During the game, a peek at the family told Adagio plenty of the dynamics going on: Rarity would cheer when called upon but seemed to only give it half of her attention compared to her phone. The large woman, who Adagio guessed to be the wife, talked plenty with her eldest daughter but seemed to have trouble following the game. She was constantly on Hondo’s ear and appearing to ask him questions, leaving his attention consistently split between the action, his wife, and a third distraction.

He was looking for her. She could see it in the sneaky way his eyes would roam the stands, trying to find her. Admittedly, if he’d gotten up to come around the stairs, he would’ve found her. But Adagio could imagine explaining to the wife why he was looking for his pretty new friend wouldn’t go over so well. Sweetie Belle, too, seemed to search for her when she raced over to them, victory on her shoulders as their team secured the final win of the tournament.

It was almost comical, seeing so many fracture points that she could exploit in the family. But for right now, there was just one that she was after.

“1800 Horseshoe Lane...huh,” Adagio remarked after checking her phone. The technology in this age definitely made life easier in finding someone than in the olden days of beaten paths and treelines. It was a large home, a nice neighborhood surrounding it that felt almost picturesque. Part of Adagio sneered at the well-to-do-ness of the area compared to the much less friendly housing that she and her sisters had. The yard was well kept, flowers blooming and bushes lining the house’s front trimmed and looking proper. She could wager it was Hondo’s doing; she could hardly see Rarity or her fellow females even trying to take on such chores without whining.

As tempting as it was to just go to the front door, instinct told Adagio to check the rest of the area first, for safety’s sake. A simple walk to the side brought her to the fenced gate, which opened with ease, allowing her to walk into the backyard. Her ears heard the sound of food being cooked before she smelled it, the rich and demanding scent of meat being grilled over a fire. She licked her lips and peeked around the side of the house out to the backyard.

“...what the heck?” She murmured.

She was expecting to see some of the family presence, when she’d gotten Hondo’s invitation to come by. They’d exchanged numbers some time back, though he didn’t seem the type to be quite phone savvy going off the misspelled attempt at saying “neighbor.” But the rest of the family wasn’t there. Not a soul to be seen surrounding or swimming in the large pool that occupied a fair portion of the backyard. Lined with white tile and even a walk-in stepping path at one end, it looked fresh and just filled with clean water. The urge to get in the pool resonated with her Siren nature, but she tore her eyes off the water to look at the figure at the grill.

Over time, Adagio had gotten used to Hondo’s presence. She could even be pressed to admit he was cute, in a way. Not like boy band cute or that, but more like...someone you could feel good seeing. He clearly had to have some kind of attractiveness if he’d had two kids. Right now, though, the pure “dad” energy coming off him was almost comical. He still had his straw hat on atop his head but now had one of those floral vacation shirts on. A cooking apron was strung up and hung over his front, letting her make out “kiss the cook” on the front when he turned to adjust a setting. The grill itself was football-shaped, wide, and a bright-colored brown with handles to open it as needed.

Her eyebrows twitched as he hefted the lid open and adjusted a piece of meat with a spatula that had a football-esque grip for him to hold the tool with. The Siren reasoned with herself that had she donned a cheerleader outfit or maybe even football attire herself, she’d have bagged Hondo ages ago. Seeing the big lug give a sigh as he looked out at the pool prompted her to act finally, pushing aside the odd ideas for later.

“Whatcha cookin’, good lookin?” She called to him. Hondo gave a start, almost dropping his tool and fumbling for it before he turned and saw her standing there. Her choice for casual attire today was an easy selection, the same white sleeveless top and high waist denim shorts she’d worn before. Of course, it was totally a choice and not a call from a minimal wardrobe, not that Hondo seemed to complain when he got a peek of her body at just the right times.

“Ada! Well, come on in!” He beckoned her in with a smile and took a moment to check the food before speaking again. “Glad to see somebody’s around here today! What brings you by?”

Adagio rolled her eyes at the seemingly forced positivity in his voice. He was lonely. She could hear it plain as day. “Well, I was in the neighborhood and thought to try and visit you and the squirt. Seems like everyone’s run off on you, though. What’s the deal?”

“Aw, well...Rarity wanted to take Sweetie out for a girl’s trip, and Cookie thought it’d be fun for them all to go together. Course, I’m the dad,” he stated matter of factly, “so I stayed out of it. I told them today I was gonna grill and set up the pool to kinda convince them to stay some, you know? But, it’s hard to get Rarity’s eye off the prize when she’s so focused.” He flipped a slab of burger and let the fresh sizzle fill the air. “Her and Cookie.”

“Well, that’s just...a darn shame,” Adagio commented, stifling down the crude first remark that came to mind of just what exactly they could go do. She had to stay focused on the idea ahead; a yearning man left all to his lonesome. “I’ve got no plans today. Why don’t I keep you company for a spell?”

This made the burly man perk up, a wide smile spreading on his lips. “Really? You sure?”

“Sure I’m sure. Besides,” Adagio said as she drew up close to him, a playful smile making Hondo pause, “who else is gonna kiss the cook?” She pecked his cheek this time, keeping it easy on the older man. “Isn’t that what your apron says?”

“Y-yeah. It uh. Heh. Yeah.” He mumbled out before clearing his throat. The redness in his cheeks could’ve been an effect of all the heat coming off the grill, but Adagio knew better. “You do like grilled food, right?”

“Oh Hondo, I’d eat your meat anytime.” The metal clang as he missed where to put his grill fork made Adagio laugh, though she covered her mouth with her hand as he recovered. “How’s about a nice juicy burger to start with?”

“S-sure! One burger, coming up!” He replied. “Do you want any extras on it? Tomato, onion, lettuce? I got it all!”

“Hmm...tell you what: surprise me, Hondo.” She said. “Let’s see if all that talk of being a grill hog means anything.”

“You kiddin’? I know how to grill any kind of meat you’d want. Hot dogs, burgers, salmon, steaks, you name it!” He boasted as he went about prepping her sandwich. “I can get it to just the right degree where it’s cooked all the way through, but you’d swear you’d be eating a cloud; it’s so soft!”

Adagio considered what she recalled of Equestrian society from the olden days and trying to make clouds edible. The metaphor must’ve meant something else in this realm. “You know, I’ll take your word for it.” She replied as he brought a plate over to her, along with a glass of lemonade. “Ooh...look at you, remembering my drink without me even asking.”

“Well, you can’t chow down without something to wash it down!”

Shaking her head, Adagio allowed herself a healthy bite into the sandwich. She wasn’t the most ardent seeker of meat compared to other foods, but there was an appeal in anything that was better made than re-heated toaster pastries or Sonata’s rain of tacos. The tastes that ran over Adagio’s tongue made her sit up in surprise before she chowed down on the rest of the sandwich, quickly going through it and giving off an ecstatic if mouth-filled moan from the taste. By the time she was done, and the plate was clean, she stopped and took a healthy swig of the lemonade provided for her by Hondo.

She looked up at him, straw in her mouth. He was watching, partially struck by how she’d eaten the food so quick. She sipped a little more before speaking to him.

“It’s delicious.”

He laughed, snapping out of his stupor and shaking his head. “Hey, lil lady, you’re more than welcome! I got sausages and all kinds of meat for you.”

Adagio stretched in her seat, enjoying the feeling of the warm sunlight coming down on her. This really wasn’t a bad idea at all. Let Rarity and her family miss out on this if they wanted: if Hondo was gonna feed her good like that, she wasn’t going to say no. In fact...she should reward him.

“Oh! Hondo, hun,” she adopted a surprised look and pointed at the pool, “you never did tell me about the pool you had installed. Keeping all the goods for yourself?”

“Hah! I only just got done a couple days ago. But yeah, she’s ready for anybody to have a swim in her. I’d offer to let you, but uh, I don’t imagine you’d wanna go home in soaked clothes.” He pointed out before taking a moment to look her up and down. “You know, chafing and all.”

“True...oh! I could borrow one of the girls’ swimsuits! I’m sure they’ve got one I can make work.” It seemed the thought of Adagio in swimwear flustered the grillmaster, and she pressed on. “You can keep at it, and I’ll go change. I won’t be just a bit!”

“O-okay, sure. You know, they got so many, I’m sure they won’t mind.” He replied. Adagio stopped before getting too far and came up behind him as he turned back to the grill to work on some sausages.

“You know, I’ve heard of a trick with sausages,” she remarked, continuing when Hondo looked at her over his shoulder. Her hands rested on both shoulders as she grinned at him. “You gotta boil them slowly, first, to keep them juicy. Swells them up, real big,” she explained as he listened, “keep them juicy, and plenty to work with. Then when they’re ready, finish them hot and fast.”

There was just the sound of the grill for a moment before Hondo nodded dumbly, leaving Adagio to give a playful giggle and kiss his cheek again. “Food for thought, Mr. Grillmaster!” She told him before stepping inside the house.

Finding the room that Rarity called her living space was hardly a challenge. Honestly, no wonder she acted so spoiled; she had everything a girl her age could want! The urge to simply trash the room hummed in the Siren’s mind for a few minutes as she stared at the fashionista’s closet but quelled the thought for the much more suitable revenge waiting outside. Sorting through the choices Adagio had, she felt she had the correct number when she came upon a rather flimsy set of cloth one could argue was a swimsuit. On Rarity, it could look fashionable maybe. On Adagio though, it might just break poor Hondo.

‘Not that he minds if those roving eyes mean anything.’ Adagio told herself before stripping off her clothes and donning the attire. It was a stretch to call it “attire,” as much of a stretch almost as the purple cloth was making to cover her figure. Being a one-piece string suit meant that her nipples and her nether regions were the only things really covered. All the rest of her was exposed from head to toe, showing off her wide hips and the rear end she had that basically engulfed the back end of the string piece. Her generous chest wobbled if she took even a deep breath. One good jump would probably make her slip out of it, and anywhere else, she’d refuse the thing. But given the circumstances, this was actually the best she could ask for.

She came back out to the pool, fully expecting to catch Hondo off guard. The haughty air she was ready to carry herself with deflated at seeing he was gone for the time being. Adagio frowned while standing under the radiant heat from the sun above, letting her shoulders slump for a moment. The water of the pool called to her, and she gave it only a moment’s thought before choosing to indulge herself. Sonata would’ve leaped right into the pool like a child, but Adagio took it gracefully, using the steps and letting the cool water rise up over her form before she closed her eyes and sank entirely under the surface of the pool.

The leader of the Dazzling trio couldn’t stop the serene smile on her face as she let herself move through the water in the deep end of the pool. Of course, being a private pool, it only went deep enough that she could stand on her tiptoes to peek out above the surface. Being a Siren meant the water felt like a taste of home, far away from her and her sisters. The yearning for oxygen didn’t really bother her as she opened her eyes to look up at the shimmering surface. Only when it had that little burn of pain did she finally force herself up, breaching the surface and tossing her curtain of hair back out of her face.

“Hey! Looks like you like the pool!” Hondo’s voice called out to her. She turned her gaze from the treeline to where Hondo stood by the walk-in stairs for the pool, lifting his hat up a smidge to regard her better. “How does it feel? Be honest now; I can take criticism!”

Adagio watched the burly man before deciding to answer him. She swam up to where she could walk and stood up to let her upper half emerge from the water first. With her hair now down and framing her voluptuous body, she did her best to put on a show for him. Every step through the pool seemed to resonate through her body, the cool water trickling down through her cleavage and along her arms as she kept watching him, Hondo’s eyes entirely glued to her.

“It’s wonderful, Hondo dear.” She appraised, smiling wider at feeling his eyes roam over her chest and pale skin. She gave a flourish of a stretch, bringing her arms up and behind her, which made her chest rise and jut out just a smidge more. The strings keeping her decent could only just manage to keep her that way before she relented and walked the rest of the way out. His gaze fell to her back, then her hips and rear as she got out from the water. There was a thought to maybe trip onto him or take a moment to bend over before him, but that would be too excessive. Better to keep things moving along for her plan to work.

“Could you bring me a towel? I’d love to lay down and get some color on my skin. I must look awful.”

“Y-you don’t at all, Ada. Um, right, towel. Lovely soft-looking towels somewhere.” Hondo replied, soon finding one that he must’ve brought out ahead of time. Perhaps the burly man had an idea to go for a swim himself. But letting him cool off wouldn’t be to Adagio’s benefit. She would need to keep him around and out of the water for now.

“Thank you, Hondo. Now, could I just ask for one more teensy little favor?”

“Yes?”

Adagio brought the towel down over one of the tanning chairs laid out nearby, spreading it out before laying herself down onto her belly first. A little fuss with her hair had it waved off to one side over her shoulder, allowing her back to be totally exposed to the sun. The final touch she applied as she glanced over at him, pulling the strings aside from her back and allowing the tops to slip down her shoulders ever so enough to tease the man’s imagination.

“Give a gal some sunscreen, would you? I’d hate to burn while we’re out here.”

Hondo’s own cheeks burned red, but he didn’t voice opposition to this idea. His eyes wandered again, Adagio tracking their progress to the covered but prominent sides of her breasts resting against the chair. She brought her lips into a playful pout when he looked back up to her.

“Please?”

His will of resistance, meager as it was, gave in to that point. He had to go inside to find some but came back where Adagio was waiting. She had to push down the urge to laugh; he was making such an effort to try and walk the tightrope between a hot-blooded male with a near-naked beauty before him and a devoted husband who should know better. The hot-blooded male was making more persuasive arguments, she had to reason, as he seemed to drink up every bit of skin she had to show him. Hondo returned with a dollop of lotion squeezed out onto his hands, and he went to work on her body, starting at the shoulders. He had to lean over her while doing it, shading her some and letting the sunlight frame his torso from her perspective.

‘All things considered,’ Adagio thought as she allowed a sigh to leave her lips, ‘He’s actually not that bad. Terrible dork and a father if I ever knew one. But still. It’s nice to be appreciated.’ His hands, warm and with just a hint of a rough texture belonging to a working father, massaged the lotion along her shoulders with a practiced circular motion. No doubt he’d done this before for his wife, or his daughters even.

“Make sure you get all of me, Hondo, hun. I don’t want to burn out here.” She told him. He didn’t give a vocal reply, only adding more of the cool lotion to her back and working to spread it along. It felt delightful to have him rub the expanse of her back, and she was tempted for a moment to try and let that be enough. But it wasn’t enough for either of them: she wanted to push him further, and Hondo seemed to privately be yearning for permission to do more.

He seemed to slow as he got to the lower end of her back, his motions easing as he took care to go up along her sides. But the Siren wasn’t going to let him slip away that easily. She allowed a pass over her legs, the way he squeezed her thighs making her shiver in anticipation. She didn’t need to instruct; he seemed plenty practiced. Looking from her spot while he was distracted did allow her to see what she was hoping for: a tell-tale bulge against the front of Hondo’s shorts, aimed down and to the side but undeniable for what it clearly was.

‘Now I’ve got him. We just need a little more honey…’

She waited until he was coming back up the slope of her thigh before she brought a hand up and touched the man’s own thigh herself. He freezed at the contact, but she only smiled when he looked down at her.

“Now Hondo. You’ve been a gentleman all day long. But a gentleman doesn’t leave a job undone, does he?”

“...no, ma’am?” He tried. A guilty glance at the one area he’d yet to cover communicated plenty.

Adagio’s grin widened. “Yep. Don’t worry, Hondo. It won’t hurt you to keep being a good gentleman. You’re just helping keep me from being sunburned, aren’t you?” She dangled the excuse in front of him. Adagio could see the front of his pants twitch just a hair. “We’re grown adults. Both willing and able.”

“B-but miss Ada…” His voice was a protest, but a weak one. It wasn’t the type that felt guilt because of the wedding band on his finger or the preconceived notions about marriage Adagio considered to just be so boring. It was the one you used while you stood in front of the line at the deli, eager to sink your teeth into those delicious morsels waiting behind the glass. You could just stick to the grocery list, but with that much meat in front of you…

Adagio’s fingers squeezed a little firmer. He was just brimming with enough energy for her to use with the right push. Or maybe pull was better, as she gave her rear a little shake he didn’t look away from.

“Go on. I won’t say a word to anyone. Enjoy it.”

She let the offer hang in the air and lowered her head again, but gave his thigh another tantalizing squeeze before dragging her fingers down the side of his leg and letting him go. She gave him credit for holding on for at least a few seconds before one hand came down, smoothing out a plentiful amount of lotion on her ass before a second hand joined. The fact the second hand had zero lotion to put on the other cheek didn’t seem to matter to Hondo’s wandering fingers.

“Ooh…” Adagio allowed a moan to escape her as his fingers sunk into the plush fat of her rump, the expansive ass she’d grown into finally being good to her. Hondo’s lust was driving him moreso now, the pace of his motions still vigilant, but now hungry. He’d moved to sit himself on the tail end of the chair between her legs, and she spread them further to accommodate him. The idea of putting herself on display for him was warming up to her, especially as his hands seemed to sink further down and closer to her nethers.

“Ada?”

“Yes, Hondo?” she cooed out.

“I’m sorry.”

“Sorry for-oh!”

Hondo had suddenly gone in for the kill, his hands gripping two rich handfuls of her ass to spread it wide, exposing her only half-covered pussy and asshole. She felt him briefly stare before diving for her muff to slip his tongue into it, the unexpected invasion making her head shoot up as she clenched her hands on the chair for support. She didn’t stop him, letting him lavish her folds with all his tongue had to give. The sensation was heightened by the tickling feeling of the man’s mustache brushing against her skin in spots she’d never felt before. It was new, intriguing, and had her toes curling more than she’d have expected to.

He was sloppy, ravenous, and searching like her pussy was the only cure for his soul. He barely relented for a solid minute before coming back up, giving Adagio a chance to look over her shoulder before he dove back in. She couldn’t help a gasp as he worked her over, burying his head as deep as he could into her ass. The Siren wasn’t sure what to do in either encouraging him or trying to control him but found that this lustful drive was doing wonders to speed up her plans. A shake of her hips bounced her massive cheeks against his head, and he groaned into her nethers, the vibration of his voice adding to his efforts.

Too soon in her opinion, he stopped, and she looked back again to see why. Hearing a zipper come undone caught her attention before she spotted a thick-looking cock emerge as he threw down his shorts. Thinking he was aiming for the main deed, she braced herself. But Adagio only felt confusion as his hands parted her ass cheeks again, slapping his cock into the valley they made before squishing them around his length. Hondo’s ecstatic moan brought Adagio back, and she was quick to keep herself up while he stroked his length through her ass cheeks.

“So good...oh god, it’s been too long. I gotta...oh!” He grunted out as he thrust without rhythm or control, the slaps of his groin against her butt filling the air. The suntan lotion was helping to keep him slick and slippery, and his hands never stopped groping and kneading whatever of her rear it could get ahold of. This was different for the Siren than she’d been expecting, but she could roll with it. Really, she was just being used more as a tool to get him off right now, but he was eager.

She could work with eagerness.

With their position, she could easily reach under her and finger her still hungering snatch, the digit working as a smaller substitute for the tongue that had been in it only a little bit ago. She moaned, letting her voice carry to him as he hammered away at her ass. The sound just pushed him on, her ass almost clapping in a quick rhythm to his efforts. She was actually getting into it now, now that she could actually do something about it. A second finger joined her first, and she felt heat and pleasure surge up all throughout her body, emanating the strongest from her core.

“Ohgod!”

Then came a strangled cry from Hondo before liquid started to splat and run along the length of her spine and down her backside. It made Adagio stop and look to see Hondo’s face tensed up as his cum flowed from the swollen tip of his dick that peeked out beyond her voluminous ass. It just kept going, telling the Siren this man wasn’t just in need but clearly backed up something awful. More and more of his seed rained upon her back, then as it slowed, it pooled at the small of her back before flowing over both sides as he finally eased his grip.

“Well. Guess that means you’re a hot dog guy and not just a burger guy, huh?” She remarked.

The question seemed to snap Hondo from his stupor, and he looked down at his cock - still half-hard even - resting over the slope of her rear.

“Oh god. Oh god, what have I done?” He questioned.

Adagio didn’t give him a moment to try and pull away or retreat. Instead, the Siren acted by bringing herself up and back, plopping herself on Hondo’s lap, and making him grunt in surprise. She was surprised too, but moreso about the chair keeping them up and not collapsing from their combined weight focused in one spot.

“Nah-ah-ah. You stay right there, mister.” She said as she reached up and behind to take hold of the back of his head, entangling her fingers in his hair beneath his hat. “You want to know what you did? You finally cut loose. It was about time too; I was beginning to think you weren’t playing my side of the football field.”

“A-Ada! I swear I don’t know what came over me. I...I-I’m not a bad man, I swear!” He insisted.

“Of course you’re not. Few men here actually are.” She agreed. “Just a lot of good men, with maybe a little bad in them.”

“It’s just...I just haven’t in so long...Cookie, she...she’s always so busy…”

Before he ran the gauntlet of excuses she knew to expect, Adagio brought her other hand up to stop him, gently covering his mouth.

“Don’t worry. I know exactly what you want to say. So let’s cut to the chase a bit quicker and spare the soap operas for the rest of the world.” Adagio replied before smiling at him. “You’re a man with needs that need addressing. I’m a woman who is...equipped,” she gave a light bounce of her hips against his lap, “to address those needs. We can help each other. It’s not fair to just leave you hanging like that.”

The physical contact she had with him let her feel that swell of negative magic within him, coursing and trying to worm its way through his willpower. She almost had him, the delightfully dim-witted dear.

“B-but my wife…”

“Doesn’t have to know a thing. No one does but you, and me. The way I see it, Hondo,” she said as she brought her hand down to find the one that bore his wedding band and lifted it up to face level, “this here? This is yours and hers. I’m not interested in playing homewrecker today.” Adagio held his stare as she brought his ring finger to her lips, and slipped the digit between her lips and into her mouth. A simple grip with her teeth dragged the ring back along with the motion of her full lips around the digit.

Once she had his finger free, she spat the ring out and let it fall to the ground beside them. Hondo watched the entire display without blinking, but Adagio felt his cock twitching against her rear end.

“So how about we make the best of this sunny day, and let you cut loose for once? I promise you, I can do things your wife would do only in your dreams.” He twitched again, making Adagio give a sultry soft laugh as she pressed back into him. “How long’s it been since she touched you? Stroked you? Sucked you off?”

“...can’t remember…” he mumbled out. The lust was winning out in his head, she could tell. His hands were running along her front, resting on her belly. She withheld the instinct to brush them off for now and focused instead on magnifying the negativity inside him.

“I can help you remember how it feels. I’ll give you the pleasure you’ve only dreamt of. It’s right here for the taking.” She whispered. The magic inside him hummed in resonance with her suggestions, and she decided to seal the deal with a kiss on his lips. It was the tipping point for Hondo, as he kissed her back and embraced her tighter against him, letting his dick be squeezed between them while she ground up against him.

“Good. But first thing’s first: you’re gonna finish what you started.” She instructed once she broke the kiss off, extracting herself from him and standing up for the moment. A simple shrug and tug on the straps of the one-piece string suit let it fall to the ground in a heap at her feet, leaving her bare naked before his view. She returned to the chair, Hondo making room for her to lay down again but now on her back. Adagio brought her legs up and hooked them over the sidebar armrests on either side of the sun chair. Hondo was left with the delicious sight of Adagio’s exposed pussy, her lips spread by her fingers in a clear invitation.

“You’re going to eat this pussy out until I’m satisfied. And if you do a good enough job? I’ll reward you for it.”

Hondo nodded mechanically and then set upon her in a dash. His haste surprised her a little, expecting he might be more apprehensive. But the worries were pushed aside as he buried his face into her muff again, this time without fighting her rear for access. Adagio allowed him to grab for her thighs, helping keep her spread wide for him to enjoy with abandon. The yearning tongue returned to her depths, and she let herself be awash in how much more aggressive he was in trying to please her. Before was desperation, but now, it was all about reciprocation.

“That’s a good man. Get in there. Get real deep!” She encouraged him, knocking aside his hat to weave her fingers into his hair, pressing on the back of his head to make him stay put at her entrance. Hondo gave no sign of stopping, his wide tongue making good work of her sensitive folds with every rough stroke and lick he gave her. Adagio voiced her approval in her moans, the sound carrying around them in the empty backyard. If someone looked in over the fence, well, it wasn’t her identity at risk, was it?

Hondo’s grip shifted, getting Adagio’s attention as he pressed on either side of her hips in a gentle but firm push. Thinking on it took the sexual Siren only a moment before she relented her grasp on the armrests and made to squeeze Hondo’s head between her wide thighs. Her instincts proved right as Hondo groaned into her pussy, the vibrations making her body shiver as he thrust his tongue in and out as quick as he could.

“More! I want more from you!” She demanded. Her pleasure was rising but still needed more. Hondo was happy to provide it, and had Adagio squealing when his fingers worked their way by his mouth to further stimulate her pussy. The tight fit only served to work Adagio up more, the Siren grasping tightly onto his head with one hand while the other held onto the chair for balance.

“Yes! Yes! So good! Lick that pussy! Eat my pussy out!” she cried out. Hondo’s tongue waved and slid back and forth, crisscrossing over the roof of her tunnel before circling back and giving her clit a brief flick of motion. Every touch on it sparked Adagio’s fire all the more, making her hips buck upwards into his face every few seconds. She gasped for air, the peak already surging towards her. She took deep breaths to try and slow its approach, but Hondo’s efforts overwhelmed her. With a high-pitched cry, she arched her back as her orgasm slammed into her, drenching Hondo’s chin and mouth in her femcum while she rode out her ecstasy.

When she could finally get herself to come down from the orgasmic high, Hondo had extracted himself only just enough to lovingly dote on her sensitive folds while she laid there. He was careful to not go hard on her again, but she appreciated his tender approach no less. Only when she pulled back on his head did he relent, panting for air a little himself as his flushed countenance looked up at her from her groin. It was a perspective she liked seeing him from, admittedly. But she did promise to repay him back.

“Stand up here next to me, Hondo. Let’s get a good look at you.” He got up from the chair, fumbling a bit as he tripped over the abandoned suntan bottle, before coming to a stop at her right side. Adagio sat up and regarded him with a scrutinizing look, or to be more accurate, regarded his bobbing penis that was before her.

Having most of her experience with males belonging to the Equine variety, Adagio was a little curious of just how well a human stacked up in comparison. Up close, there were plenty of similarities, but delightful differences that were working up her appetite. Instead of a blunt tip for the head, this realm’s males had a swollen tip like a mushroom head, deep red in color. The length beyond it was thick, matching three fingers wide from a rough guess. They did not have the length that her old equine acquaintances had, but to have a cock that long would’ve been just ridiculous and uncomfortable. She brought a finger up to run along the length’s underside, enjoying how Hondo’s cock gave a light throb as she experienced the soft, smooth texture. He had some hair fuzz at the base, but nothing that put her off.

“Hmm...your wife’s a fool to disregard a lovely toy so quickly. But don’t worry; I’ll take very good care of him.”

Adagio took hold of his wide member and used her grip to make him walk closer. He obeyed, and she rewarded his obedience with a loving smooch to the tip. The taste that greeted Adagio was...curious. Certainly less bitter than stallion dick to her memory, prompting another kiss. She was quick to open her maw and bring him into it for her tongue to caress in a simple, slow sweep. He kept it clean, a positive point in Adagio’s mind compared to other men who rarely would take the time. And he did all this for a wife that barely touched him anymore.

Well. Her loss really.

Adagio’s other hand came to rest on his hip to balance her as she bobbed her head on his cock, lavishing it with similar loving attention that he’d given to her. She was slower than he’d been, but her relaxed pace had its purpose. Why rush a delightful treat when you can get that satisfying climax on a slower, more seductive path? Reaching the middle of his cock, she sucked hard and pulled back, dragging her plush lips along him until she got to the tip. Her eyes peered up to him, seeing him watching her suck him off with a desperate lust in his gaze.

She rewarded his attention with a hum around his tip before diving back down again. This time, she took up the self-imposed challenge of swallowing all of him. Once she got to the middle, she inhaled through her nose and dove further into him, evoking a moan from him and a fumbling feeling of his fingers getting lost in her hair. She didn’t stop him and pressed on. When she felt the tickle of hair against her nose, Adagio opened her eyes and found herself right at his crotch. She swallowed around him, feeling his tip twitch in her throat and making him groan again while she pulled back.

“You want it, don’t you?” She asked after pulling off to stroke his spit-shined dick.

“Please...it’s so good…”

“You wanna convince me? Show me you want it.” She suggested before engulfing him again. The fingers at the sides of her head tightened their grip, and Adagio gave a surprised grunt as Hondo thrust his cock into her throat with a shift of his hips. The lubricating she’d done with her spit kept him moving smoothly, turning Adagio’s mouth and throat into his personal toy as he humped into her face. He wasn’t as rough as he could’ve been with it, which Adagio appreciated. There was a time for getting a real throat-swabbing and a time for indulging lust. Hondo had the sense of mind to not be so bestial, but the yearning he had was clear.

The only thing Adagio didn’t account for was the work of keeping the air in her lungs while giving Hondo the room to hump her face. His cock was thick enough to almost block her airway, giving that slight edge of panic when he’d fill her up that enhanced her body’s lust. With Hondo doing all the work, Adagio was free to rub at her leaking pussy, her fingers dousing themselves in her juices as he worked himself up. He’d huff and groan as his hips rocked back and forth, making Adagio’s head shake in his grasp. She never once stopped licking and sucking at his cock the entire time, drinking up his desire for her as much as she was his pre-cum and negative magic.

Only when Adagio felt his cock swell up as he reached his climax did she panic just a little, as he cut off her ability to breathe. The panic sent a tremor through her body, but she kept her focus and willed herself to ride it out. Hondo never once let go as his cockhead throbbed and then burst with thick spurts of cum to be shot right down into her belly. The feeling made Adagio light-headed as she kept still, managing a weak moan that was overshadowed by Hondo’s relieved grunts. He finally withdrew, freeing her airway for a second before it was coated in his cum. Only a Siren like her could handle so much fluid so well, and she swallowed him down before he pulled out of her lips’ grasp.

Adagio opened her mouth to give some sort of quip she had in mind of “stuffed sausages” but it was cut off from a surprise splash of cum from Hondo’s dick catching her in the face. It streaked across her lips and cheek, and she flinched before reaching up to wipe the seed off her face. Hondo had let go of her now, his hands swinging limply at his sides as he beheld the cum-dripping woman before him. She licked her fingers clean and gave a small laugh at her would-be partner.

“Good boy. But we’re not done yet.”

“I-I...I need a minute.” Hondo breathed out. Adagio wasn’t going to give it to him, not how he wanted. She stood up and had the burly man seat himself on the chair before she claimed his lap again. The back of the chair creaked as Adagio leaned into him, taking advantage of her position to shove Hondo’s face into her sweaty cleavage while she ground against his lap.

“You can spend that minute worshipping my body,” she told him, “the body you’re gonna keep on pleasing as long as I like.”

The half-command, half-boast was met with Hondo nuzzling her breast before latching onto an erect nipple, sucking on the nub as his rough hands came up to palm her wide rear end. Adagio gave a chuckle but returned the effort with a continuous grind against his front, her wet pussy smearing his cock in her juices and working him up to an erection again. He might’ve been an older man, but he was healthy enough and yearning enough that she could feel him returning to hardness already.

“Your wife can’t take care of you like I can. I can offer so much more than her. All that you can take hold of.” Adagio whispered to him. The groping of her ass intensified as she worked against his lap, the erotic contact of skin on skin imbibing her lust as much as his. “I bet you’d love to see this butt bounce for you, wouldn’t you?”

He moaned into her breast, and Adagio reached for his cheeks to bring him back off her with a light pop as she held his wanting stare. “Answer me.”

“Yes. I do.”

“Hmph. Typical for you boys. But I guess it can’t be helped when you look as good as me.” She taunted before reaching behind her and down to find his rising cock. “Lucky for you, I’m enjoying this. So I’ll indulge you this time, Hondo honey.”

The burly man was left to lay back against the seat while Adagio turned about in his lap, settling again but now able to grind her wanting pussy against his cock. The tip brushed against the light fuzz of hair she had around the top of her nethers before she reached down to align him properly. There was no need to talk about if he wanted it anymore; he was entirely in her thrall now. He even helped support her as she rose up to position him, then helped bring her down as she took his cock into her wanting depths. The way he spread her pussy’s depths made her quiver, her face warming at the sensation before coming to a stop when she was in his lap again, now wholly impaled on his length.

“A-Ada…” Hondo weakly groaned out.

“Just sit back and watch.”

She allowed him to keep his hands on her sides, his sweat-lined fingers keeping a grip just barely as she rose up to work him more. Adagio allowed herself to moan, the thrill of his cock filling her so neatly doing wonders for her own lust. If he’d had the length of a proper Equestrian, she’d be ruined for days. Thankfully, he wasn’t, and so she bounced back down to hilt him again and squeal as the chair creaked underneath the pair. Up and down, up and down, she rode his member as the clap of her ass cheeks started up as well.

A look over her shoulder after tossing her hair out of her way left her to see Hondo entirely enraptured with the sight of her jiggling ass cheeks, and she sought to invigorate his desire moreso. She picked up the pace, going from easy full thrusts to short bounces that kept him sheathed in her yet made her rear bounce for his viewing pleasure. The steady claps that followed filled the air between the two, over Adagio’s soft moans and Hondo’s grunts as he took every full bounce she did atop his lap. If it hurt him, he didn’t give any sign of having trouble in favor of reaching down and squeezing the thick cheeks before him.

“Oh fuck! Oh, honey!”

“Mmm, oh daddy~!”

The utterance of the word made Hondo throb in her depths, and she almost cackled. Hondo’s lust made him all the type of deviant she favored toying with, the magic feeding he was giving her only being the icing on the cake. She rode him faster, the claps speeding up before being stopped if only due to Hondo’s hands palming her rear with two handfuls of her bountiful flesh. He was thrusting up as well now, fully beholden to her whims and his desire to rut her. It really was a shame he’d been blue-balled so long by his wife to so easily fall into her clutches.

Oh well.

“C’mon, daddy. Fuck this pussy good. Fuck it like your wife won’t. Because she’ll never be as good as me!” Adagio got out her taunting between bounces and grinding in his lap. She was burning hot under the sun and working up so much heat with her and Hondo’s romp about the poolside. Were she in a less dominant mood, she’d entertain letting him claim her from behind. But she wanted to cement it in his mind, that he’d never get it as good as Adagio could give, not even from his own wife.

“Aw heck. Ada! Fuck!” Hondo growled out. He lurched up, throwing off Adagio’s rhythm and catching her by surprise as he threw an arm around her waist. It braced the Siren well enough as he pulled back to lay back with her atop him still, keeping her balanced before he started to thrust upwards into her. Adagio couldn’t look back at him with his face buried against the back of her neck and in her hair, but she could hear the desperate grunts, the yearning in him as he bucked her with all he had to offer. His show of strength was a pleasant surprise, but she let the worry go away in favor of riding the ecstasy of his cock jackhammering into her pussy.

“Hondo! Harder! Fuck me harder!” she pleaded, and he obeyed. The chair was skittering and bouncing now in place while she took everything Hondo was giving her. A burning sensation built in her back and in her core, echoing both the strain of their position and yet also her building orgasm. Face red and vision blurring, Adagio held onto what she could for a grip, finding it in the chair and Hondo’s leg. The lack of control almost was worrying, but she was still on top of the lustful married man.

When her orgasm did finally pierce through her awareness, she wasn’t prepared for it. It hit harder than a sledgehammer, rocking her body and making her arch her back more while Hondo continued his relentless pace. With him rocking her body, it only made her climax extend all over herself to every nerve she had, rendering her a screaming, gasping mess of a woman before Hondo finally gave in and hilted himself inside her for his own climax.

“Yes...yes, daddy, yes…” Adagio beckoned as she felt pulse after pulse of his cock echo from her nethers while his seed splashed and flooded her pussy’s walls. Hondo could only hold on for a few seconds before he let go of her, utterly exhausted and spent. Being released by the large man left a wobbly Adagio to find some balance as she pulled off his spent cock. A thick river of his seed began to trail down her leg as she stood up, if on shaking legs while Hondo was left to lay on the chair, pantsless and dick soaked in her and his combined juices.

“Well. Always with the surprise last play, huh Hondo?” She quipped, but he didn’t reply. The Siren decided it was for the better, but came to his side to whisper in his ear. Her fingers pressed to his temple, her magic working its way into his vulnerable state with ease. He wasn’t going to need any control from her, but instead, a loving reminder of what had transpired.

“You’ll remember this always, Hondo Flanks. Your wife can keep your hand, your house, your family. But miss Ada will always keep your cock wet and warm better than anyone. Remember it.” she whispered. His head turned the other way and he mumbled incoherently, but Adagio was satisfied for now. She surveyed the backyard and then her prone lover with a thoughtful look. “...well. Let’s not be heartless.”

By the time she’d left the house to go on her way, magic brimming under her skin as well as a renewed confidence and devious plans for the future, Hondo was dressed again and left under an umbrella for his slumber. His ring sat in his pants pocket, and for all intents and purposes, looked no more than a slumbering husband left outside to lounge.

He could come up with an explanation for why Rarity’s swimsuit was in the pool himself.

Author's Note

Yep. I went back and redid this entire story from scratch. It was fun to write, and feels a lot more polished than my first try with it. It's not my usual cup of tea, but with Adagio, some things take you unexpectedly.

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