Don't Let Her In

by DrySpell

Rating: mature
Tags: Equestria Girls, Sex, Adagio Dazzle, Human, Sweetie Belle, Porn, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
Length: 6817

Adagio shows a lonely and neglected housewife a bit of fun.

Adagio has a certain kink. One that involves meeting up with people like the often neglected housewife Sweetie Belle when Button isn't around. Though she appears amicable at first, her intentions rear their ugly heads soon enough.

Contains: CHEATING (Yeah, that's the dealbreaker, huh?), dubious consent (that becomes actual consent), The L Word.

The artwork is 1415592 on the ru.

Published 2022-07-15 19:10:01 UTC
Last updated 2022-07-15 19:10:01 UTC

Judas' Kiss

Underneath the warm light of the afternoon sun, Sweetie Belle moved about her kitchen with a feverous purpose. Her eyes flew from one thing to another, with her hands almost as quickly carrying out her orders. Putting together dinner was second nature to her at this point, but she still made sure to put every bit of effort into it as she could.

Her eyes flashed over the clock hanging above her head as she sprinkled salt onto a dish before shoving it into the oven. A little past five. It looked like she’d be done several hours before Button got home, as usual. Her husband’s absence once left her lonely for many hours of the day. More recently, she learned to see the brighter sides of it, though. Since Button wouldn’t be here, she’d have much more free time to work on her projects. Or…

“Okay, now that that’s done,” she mumbled to herself, quickly scanning the countertop. Her eyes passed over buttery mashed potatoes, fresh and tender green beans, as well as a large bowl of thick, deep brown gravy. With all of the side dishes complete, all that was left was the entree: a whole oven-roasted chicken. After visually confirming that she was all done, she licked her lips, and a smile crept onto her face. She turned to the archway leading out of the kitchen and skipped into the living room.

She haphazardly threw herself onto the couch to her left, kicking her feet up and sprawling over its entire length. The texture of the hemp felt great whether she was running a hand over it or laying on it. It was no secret why Sweetie relaxed here often. Across from her was the dimmed screen of her large smart TV currently paused in the middle of a particularly hectic episode of her favorite series: Nightmare Kitchen.

She could be using this free time to perfect her dressmaking, but needles and cloth be damned. She just had to know if La Basura was gonna stay in business.

Unfortunately, her relaxation would have to wait. The sound of the doorbell piercing through the silence of the house pulled her attention away from the TV and her show. She raised an eyebrow, before checking the time once again from the digital clock on the TV stand. After confirming the time to be the same as the one in the kitchen, she frowned. Button definitely shouldn’t be home for a while, and she didn’t remember ordering anything.

During her small pause to think, the doorbell rang out again. She hopped off the couch, gingerly skipping over to the door before peering into the small peephole. From what little she could see through it, she spotted a woman. Sweetie was a bit apprehensive to call out, but as she saw the lady raise her hand to press the doorbell again, she spoke up.

“Who is it!?” she chirped. The woman reacted to her voice by pausing in her tracks. After a bit of silence, she responded.

“Adagio Dazzle.” It wasn’t someone Sweetie recognized. Before she could even think to ask for clarification, it was provided to her. “I’m Button’s coworker. He said that there’d be a dinner party at his place tonight?”

“Dinner party?” murmured Sweetie Belle, mostly to herself. She hadn’t heard anything about this, but it wasn’t entirely out of the question for Button Mash. What she would disregard as “a friend coming over to visit for a bit” would turn into 10 guys playing a tournament in their basement for three days. His spontaneous nature annoyed Sweetie to no end. Still, he hadn’t ever brought over a female coworker and never had any company rendezvous at the house on a night when he wasn’t there. Taking all this into account, Sweetie responded with caution. “Well, Button isn’t here right now… maybe you’d like to come back later?”

“Ah, shit,” she cursed. Through the peephole, Sweetie could see her shake her head. “I knew I came too early.” After Sweetie didn’t respond, she continued. “Well… this is a bit of an issue. I was planning on catching a ride back with one of the other guys coming, but without them, I’m a bit stuck.” Sweetie hummed, a small test forming in her mind.

“Who else was planning to come?”

“Oh, a few others. Dave, Sean, Robbie, I think?” Those were names she recognized. Part of that group of guys in the tournament. “Button said he’d have to stay back, but that we were clear to head here and get started without him.” Sweetie mulled over her words in silence before sighing and backing away from the peephole.

“Give me a moment, please.” Sweetie backed away from the door, fishing into her pockets for her phone. Whether or not this woman was telling the truth would be revealed with a simple phone call. She quickly dialed the number, then waited as her phone rang with her arms crossed over her chest. Almost immediately, a familiar tone rang out.

“Hey!” Button’s goofy voice filled the speakers, but Sweetie Belle did nothing but sigh. “Sorry I can’t come to the phone right now. Um… if this is for business, I’ll definitely get back to you if you leave a message. Well, bye-bye~!” Before the phone even gave her a chance to leave a voicemail, she hung up. She knew better than anyone that Button never checked those messages, despite his own words to the contrary.

“Hello?” Adagio’s voice rang out from the other side of the door. While wondering if she should give her any attention, Adagio continued and piqued Sweetie’s interest. “I was just wondering… did you not get Button’s text?”

“His text?” Sweetie repeated. She quickly navigated to her phone’s messaging app, confirming that no such text existed. “I didn’t get any text from him.”

“He probably sent it through WhatsApp,” said Adagio with a sigh. “That’s how we were planning the whole thing since Robbie had a newfound love for it after he got his new phone.” She quickly maneuvered over to the app, opening it for the first time in months. After a bit of loading, surely enough, at the top of her messages sat one from Button’s profile. She clicked on it to open the full message.

Throwin a party w/ the guys can u open the door when they get there?

Sweetie stared at her phone with a blank expression. After she was significantly annoyed with Button’s lack of forethought, she sighed. She walked over to the door and unlatched it, pulling it open.

The first thing she noticed was her height. Though Sweetie was by no means short, Adagio was a head and a half taller than her. Maybe even taller than Button. Next was her attire. A black leather jacket over a white undershirt alongside faded blue jeans that rolled into a black pair of boots. A classic grunge girl look. Finally, her gaze fell onto her face. Her red eyes were sharp and piercing. Despite that, she was wearing a friendly smile covered in dark red lipstick.

“Oh… wow,” said Adagio, her eyes widening slightly. “You’re even more beautiful than I thought you’d be.” Such a blatant compliment was enough to catch Sweetie off guard. In turn, she responded with a shaky laugh.

“Erm… thank you.” Sweetie reached for the other door, making quick work of it as well. Finally, Adagio was through to her. With a single step into the foyer, Sweetie felt like she’d let a vampire inside. Still, she offered her a smile. “W-Well, Button should be home in a couple of hours. M-Make yourself at home.”

“Thank you.” Adagio lifted her leg, then used her hands to remove her shoes while Sweetie backed up and gave her space. She carefully lined up her shoes with the rest before stepping into the house properly. “What a nice place. You and Button sure have it good, hm?”

“I suppose,” Sweetie responded with another shaky chuckle. She averted her eyes, only then realizing that Adagio was carrying a bag. “Oh, should I take that?” Adagio followed her gaze, then lifted the bag.

“Oh, this is just some wine.” Once she retrieved the bottle from the bag, Sweetie’s eyes went wide. “Button kept mentioning how this was his wife’s favorite. I thought I’d be a good houseguest and bring a gift.”

“I’m… a huge fan, yeah,” said Sweetie, eyeing the bottle. With a small chuckle, Adagio handed it over. “Y-You didn’t have to bother, though. Not for me, at least.”

“It was no big deal,” she said with a smile. “Especially not for you.” Sweetie gripped the bottle, then looked up at Adagio. She was a strange person, but she wasn’t outwardly hostile toward Sweetie, at least. She looked to her side at the couch.

“You can take a seat if you’d like,” she said. “Well… Dinner is nearly done. Maybe about an hour or so, if you were hungry.” Adagio took her offer and sat down on the far side of the couch.

“No, no, I’d much rather eat with everyone else,” said Adagio with another smile. “Plus, I wouldn’t want to make you cater specifically to me.” Sweetie offered her a smile.

After a quick detour to the kitchen to properly store the wine, she returned to the living room. Even as she sat, Adagio commanded a large space. It was enough to make Sweetie Belle feel tingly just by being near her. Despite that feeling, she sat down on the couch’s close end, leaving a person-sized space between the two. She turned her attention to her show, not sure if she should unpause it or not.

“Are you a fan of his cooking?” asked Adagio. “The host, I mean.”

“Oh, yes!” she answered, barely able to hold her enthusiasm. “He’s inspired a lot of the dishes I’ve made. Not to mention, I just think it’s good TV.” Adagio met her excitement with a small laugh.

“If you’re inspired by him, Button must have been right,” she said. “You must be an amazing cook. I’m a bit jealous.”

“Well, with enough practice, I’m sure you can be just as good,” said Sweetie with a grin. “That’s what my sister used to tell me, anyway. She’s the person who taught me to cook.” Adagio looked over to Sweetie, then shook her head.

“No, I didn’t mean jealous of your skill.” Sweetie tilted her head, seeking clarification, but Adagio didn’t continue her thought. Instead, she hopped to a completely new one. “How long have you known Button, by the way?”

“Since we were kids,” she responded. “Around 15 years, or so…” Sweetie could see Adagio’s eyes light up.

“Ah, you must’ve been sweethearts, then,” she said with a smile. “Your relationship must be very strong.”

“Yeah, but he gets on my nerves a lot, too,” said Sweetie with a sigh. “Like this whole dinner party idea. Since he’s an airhead, he never properly thinks things through until he’s in the middle of it. What would’ve happened if I hadn’t made a lot of food this time around?” Sweetie crossed her arms over her chest and pouted. “Then again, he’s a glutton. And he knows that I know that. He was probably banking on that…” As she continued mumbling, Adagio chuckled.

“You’re adorable.” Sweetie could feel her cheeks flush red. She turned to meet Adagio’s gaze.

“Oh! Um…” mumbled Sweetie, once again taken aback by her compliment. She quickly scanned over her body. “You look great, too! I like your jeans and jacket! They’re very well made.” Adagio looked down at herself, pinching her clothes.

“You think so?” she asked. “I tried to make sure I looked my best. After all, coming over here means a lot to me.” At the end of her sentence, a particularly vocal and intrusive thought stabbed at Sweetie’s mind. She paused for a few moments, then opened her mouth.

“Are you…” she tried to hold herself back but the words wouldn’t stop. “...trying to get with Button?” Sweetie frowned at Adagio, even with her intimidating aura. There was silence for a while. Much longer than what would be considered comfortable. Finally, after at least a solid minute of silence, where she expected to see a devious smile or even anger, she found a face of genuine confusion.

“Button?” she repeated. Her eyes widened and she covered her mouth. “Oh, no, no. You thought I was going after him?”

“A-Aren’t you?” asked Sweetie, a tinge of worry mounting in her voice. Instead of responding again, Adagio just chuckled.

“Trust me, Sweetie,” Adagio reached for Sweetie’s hand, grasping it in her own. Her fingers interlocked with Sweetie’s intimately. “I feel absolutely nothing for Button, and I’m sure he feels the same way. You don’t have to worry about me taking him away from you.”

“H-How can I trust you?” asked Sweetie, meeting Adagio’s sharp eyes once again. Once again, she didn’t answer straight. She moved a bit closer, then leaned in until the two could speak in hushed voices.

“I’m not too into guys, you see,” she said. The newfound lack of space between the two put Sweetie on edge. “Now it’s my turn to ask you a question.”

“W-What?” mumbled Sweetie. A small smile crept onto Adagio’s face.

“How do you feel about… other girls?”

At that moment, realization washed over Sweetie like an ocean wave. Her eyes widened, and she gasped a little. Now that she’d come to the truth, everything started to make a lot more sense. Though, before she could properly put her new finding into words, her lips were stolen from her.

Adagio brought her lips to Sweetie’s. First as a ginger peck, then as a full-blown kiss. Butterflies erupted in her stomach as she indulged in Adagio’s distractingly soft lips. As they pulled away from each other, Sweetie was reminded of the tart taste of raspberries.

“I got a bit of my lipstick on you.” Adagio’s hand reached up to caress Sweetie’s cheek, gently rubbing her fingers along her face. Where her fingers touched, a new burst of fire erupted from her face. She was surely completely red by now. “It won’t matter. I’m planning on getting it on a lot of other places, too.”

“I-I, um…” Sweetie’s sentence melted away as Adagio gave her another kiss, this one much deeper than before. Sweetie’s thoughts scrambled around her head like air fighters as she was gently pushed into the arm of the couch by Adagio’s larger body. Once she had Sweetie fully pinned, Adagio pulled away.

“Mmmh,” she hummed. “Even the way you kiss is cute. You’re amazing.” She licked her lips, then squeezed their interlocking hand. “Still, this isn’t all I want. Open your mouth.” Her tone made it clear that this was not a request. Even if it was, in her confused state, Sweetie couldn’t properly refuse her anyway. Her mouth opened slightly, and Adagio smirked. “Good girl.”

Without a pause, Adagio dove into Sweetie. The kiss was deep, with Adagio’s tongue rubbing and twisting around Sweetie’s in a passionate display. Every few seconds, Adagio pulled back, giving Sweetie just enough time to take a breath before claiming her lips again.

Sweetie pushed against Adagio’s chest, signaling Adagio to relent. Surprisingly, she obliged, pulling back far enough to give Sweetie enough time to take a few deep breaths.

“Wait… wait…” Sweetie panted. She closed her eyes as she steadied herself. “I a-appreciate the c-compliments a-and all, but…” Her mind was working at a mile a minute. She opened her eyes to meet Adagio’s gaze. “We… can’t do this.” Adagio’s free hand reached up to caress Sweetie’s cheek, cupping it gently. Her other hand gave Sweetie’s a gentle squeeze.

“Why not?” asked Adagio, her voice as smooth as honey. “Tell me.”

“I’m married!”

“Button won’t have to find out,” she said, her hands traveling down Sweetie’s face and to her neck. Her fingers sliding down her body gave her goosebumps. “And even if he does, it won’t matter. Don’t you know that if it’s two girls, it doesn’t count?”

“I’m… pretty sure it d—” Sweetie’s sentence warped into a sharp yelp as Adagio dove down into her chest. Her mouth quickly latched onto her nipple poking firmly through her simple t-shirt and pinched it between her lips. Her tongue rolled over it through the fabric, a unique feeling that Sweetie didn’t know how to respond to.

Adagio hummed as she tweaked the nipple in her mouth. She pushed it in, pulled it out, rolled it between her lips, anything to get a new reaction from Sweetie. What started as her breathing getting rougher slowly turned into low moans, much to Adagio’s delight. The hand she’d started moving down her body eventually reached the bottom hem of her shirt, allowing her to pull it up and bare Sweetie’s front to her. Her breasts flopped to either side, naturally burdened by gravity, and her nipples peaked under Adagio’s gaze.

“My god, these are big,” said Adagio with a chipper whistle. She grasped Sweetie’s tit with her free hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. Her hand was just barely not big enough to cover the whole thing in its palm. She smiled down at Sweetie’s cherry-red face. “Button is incredibly lucky to have found himself a woman like yourself, Sweetie.”

“T-This is…” Sweetie chirped, her voice pitching high. “I really can’t do this. I’m sorry but… I can’t!” To her surprise, Adagio paused and seemed to mull over her words. She slowly removed her hand, letting Sweetie relax for a moment. Though, instead of pulling away completely, she hovered over her face.

“I’ve only known Button for a few months. I was only transferred into his department last Fall,” she started. Sweetie raised an eyebrow, but let Adagio continue. “Even from what little I’ve seen of him, he’s a busybody and a workaholic. He’s always at the office, always working on something. Despite that, he’s a social butterfly. He’s friendly with most people around the office and has even formed a couple of long-lasting friendships with them.”

“Where are you going with this?” asked Sweetie, a small frown forming on her face. In response, Adagio frowned as well.

“He’s been neglecting you,” she answered. “Not purposefully. Between his work and social obligations, he simply doesn’t have the time nor the energy to spend his nights in passion with you.” Sweetie pursed her lips as the words struck her chest. “Am I right?”

“That’s not…” Sweetie’s sentence trailed off and her eyes darted away from Adagio’s. “No. I’m doing just fine alone.”

“Five minutes,” said Adagio. Her eyes looked over to the clock underneath the TV set. “For just five minutes… forget about Button. And if I can’t please you enough in those five minutes, I’ll leave.” She turned back to Sweetie. “You’ll never even hear from me again.”

As much as she wanted to open her mouth and immediately protest, the words simply died in her throat before she could finish them. Her mind had no shortage of excuses to lob Adagio’s way, but they all fell flat underneath Adagio’s gaze. Its sharpness had dulled significantly, making way for a gentleness beneath it all that intrigued Sweetie’s mind and attracted her body.

“Five minutes,” she repeated. She squeezed the hand still clasped tight with Adagio’s. “Only five… alright?” Almost immediately, Adagio’s eyes lit up.

“Of course,” she answered, her smile wide. “Now, if I could ask a favor… your shirt, please?” Sweetie paused, then leaned up. Just that simple movement was enough for Adagio to quickly pull the shirt the rest of the way. Up and off in one clean motion, Sweetie was left even barer than before. “Mmm. You’re amazingly beautiful.”

“You’re just flattering me,” she murmured. Adagio leaned down running the tip of her tongue along Sweetie’s nipple before quickly flicking it around in her mouth. Sweetie’s moan gave her the motivation to continue.

“It’s not flattery if it’s true.” She latched onto her breast, pulling her head back slightly to pull it along in her mouth. All the while, her tongue swirled around the areola and poked at her nipple whenever it got feisty. With her free hand, she grasped her other tit, gently massaging it in her palm. Whenever she relented from one nipple, she made sure to give the other a quick pinch or squeeze, either with her fingers or her mouth.

Eventually, Adagio’s hand set its sights lower. It traveled down her stomach and along the curve of her hips. Sweetie almost didn’t notice until her fingers subtly slipped past the band of her lounge pants. Sweetie flinched as they pushed past her panty line, and brushed against her clit. A slightly louder moan escaped from her, which she promptly muted with a hand over her mouth.

“You don’t have to be reserved, you know?” Pulling away from Sweetie’s chest revealed at least a dozen dark stains of lipstick left behind from Adagio’s small pecks and kisses. She continued, leaving quick smooches all along her body on the way to her neck. Once she was close enough to whisper, she leaned in. “Go ahead and let it out. It tells me how good I’m doing.” Sweetie was apprehensive at first, but as Adagio’s fingers pushed past her lips, she couldn’t help herself. “Good girl…”

Sweetie pulled her head back as Adagio’s fingers went deeper and deeper in. Much further than she could go alone. Once her length was exhausted, she curled them upwards, pressing firmly on the roof and squishing against her g-spot. Even with her hand clasped around her mouth as tight as she could hold it, there was no way she could hold back that moan. Her back arched just like Adagio’s fingers, and she pressed her toes against her soles. Even if she hadn’t shown her appreciation like that, Adagio would’ve very easily recognized her rapidly tightening pussy as she rubbed the roof extensively.

“So it’s here.” She pulled back only to smash back into it a couple more times, bringing out equally loud and uncontrolled moans from Sweetie. “If it’s here, you probably can’t reach it alone. When’s the last time you came?”

In place of an answer, Sweetie let out another droning groan from her chest as Adagio began pumping her fingers in and out of her. She was slow and gentle, giving Sweetie time to relax, but not enough time to stabilize. Her breathing was slowly spinning out of control. Her ears were filled with the sounds of Adagio’s humming and the wet, sloppy squishing of her pussy being dug out mixed. Unconsciously, Sweetie’s legs wrapped around the thigh of the leg Adagio had pushed between them.

In the next moment, without warning, Adagio’s fingers shot off like a rocket. They’d curled again, pressed against her g-spot, and very, very rapidly swept back and forth. Adagio’s entire arm shook and vibrated with exertion as she did so. Sweetie tightened up again, both inside and out. Her legs, hands, and even her eyes all squeezed tight as her body shook under the pleasure. Every breath was replaced with a guttural moan, a sound unlike anything Sweetie believed she could make. Adagio’s stimulation from earlier had activated every single part of her body as she came close to orgasm.

And with a simple gesture, Adagio’s thumb squeezing down hard on her clit, she did.

She jumped up from the couch, only being blocked by Adagio’s body as she did so. Her whole body shook and sputtered, while her brain was shot full of dopamine waves. Despite Sweetie’s shaking and shuddering, Adagio didn’t relent one bit. The squishing and sloshing sounds coming from Sweetie only got louder as she got wetter. Only after a few more seconds passed did Adagio finally stop, slowly pulling her fingers for Sweetie’s tight folds. After Adagio pulled her hand from Sweetie’s pants completely, she brought them to her lips, licking them clean in an instant.

Once again, Adagio pulled back from Sweetie. Though this time, her hands were firmly grasped onto the hem of Sweetie’s pants at the waist. Steadily, Adagio removed Sweetie’s bottoms, finally leaving her completely bare. Awaiting her was the pussy she’d already gotten very acquainted with. It was shaven smooth, slick from Adagio’s stimulation, and made Adagio horny to no end. She tossed the clothing to the side and leaned down until her face was level with it.

“You’re even cuter down here.” Just Adagio’s breath against her bare bottoms was enough to send a chill up her back. She finally opened her eyes, spotting Adagio eyeing her like a tiger. She hated to admit that the thought aroused her as well. “As much as I want to dig in… I think our time is up.”

“Huh?” asked Sweetie. Her eyes darted over to the clock to confirm. The minutes she’d originally set between the two had already dried up. Adagio pulled back completely this time, finally letting go of Sweetie’s hand. Despite this, Sweetie followed her, sitting up as she left the couch. “Wait.”

“Hm?” Adagio turned back to meet Sweetie’s gaze. She bit her lip, but nothing could distract her from the overwhelming desire she felt toward Adagio. Her lower stomach ached and quivered at the thought of being with her for even a little longer. The feeling was intoxicating.

“F-Five more—” In an instant, Adagio’s hands gripped either side of the couch beside Sweetie. Despite her heart racing from the sudden movement toward her, Sweetie kept looking directly into Adagio’s eyes. The sharpness from before had returned.

“Sweetie Belle.” Her name felt like a serpent coiling around her body. She was paralyzed with it. “Do you have an idea how much I want to indulge in you?” Sweetie responded with a weak whimper, but nothing else. Adagio continued. “I will eat you out so fiercely that you’ll cum on contact with a chair for a week.” The words she spoke lit a fire in her stomach that radiated outward, covering her entire body in those flames. She shook in anticipation.

“I…” The words got caught in her throat, but she forced herself to say them. “I want that…”

“More than you want Button?” Sweetie’s eyes went wide.

“Why—”

“Say it.” Adagio’s voice was enough to shake her resolve. Her commitment to Button seemed so weak in comparison to her overwhelming lust. “Say it, and I’m yours.” Sweetie swallowed hard, bit her lip, and opened her mouth.

“Yes.” Adagio’s eyes widened, but Sweetie was quick to follow up with another statement. “F-For now.” Adagio’s eyes were fierce, but Sweetie didn’t retract her words. With every second that passed, her eyes seemed to be getting sharper, more ferocious, and much more dangerous. Still, Sweetie stood her ground. After what seemed like an eternity-long staredown, Adagio relented. She closed her eyes, sighed, and a small smile crept onto her face.

“Well, I suppose that’s good enough.” She leaned and planted a small kiss on Sweetie’s cheek to break the tension. Sweetie glowed with embarrassment as Adagio traveled her body downward, eventually falling to her knees right in front of Sweetie. She placed her hands on Sweetie’s legs before pulling them apart. The strings of cum from her previous orgasm were still plain to see as she did so.

Adagio moved in slowly, building up Sweetie’s anticipation with devious intent. Once she finally reached her, she ran the flat of her tongue up her pussy, finishing off with a cheeky flick of her clit as she passed. She tensed up, her pussy still very sensitive from moments prior. Adagio licked her again, quicker this time, eliciting a small moan from Sweetie and bringing her hands forward to grab onto Adagio’s head. With that subtle bit of persuasion, Adagio pressed the tip of her tongue against Sweetie’s lips.

In the next moment, Adagio dove into her meal like a hyena presented a steak. Set on fulfilling her words from before, her tongue violently lashed at anything in its path. Its quick swipes easily parted Sweetie down the middle and sent overwhelming waves of pleasure up her body and spine, to her brain. She craned her neck back as far as it could go, letting out guttural moans like an animal in heat. Her body shook and sputtered as Adagio’s tongue wriggled inside her, somehow going deeper with each passing second.

Adagio pushed into Sweetie until her legs flanked her head on either side, falling over her shoulders and onto her back. Adagio’s hands moved from the back of her knees up her thigh and towards her butt, grasping it in a rough grip enough to pull another whimper from Sweetie. All the while, her tongue flicked itself back and forth, brushing against her walls, the roof, the floor, and the ever-important g-spot Sweetie couldn’t get enough of. Desire built up a fire inside her stomach that she easily recognized, but it had been a while since she burned this hot. Her mouth opened despite herself, letting out a moan straight from the deepest part of her chest.
Now and then, Adagio would pull back to take a small break. Her heavy breaths brushed against her lips and clit, giving Sweetie just that extra bit of pleasure as a cherry on top. These short breaks also gave her a bit of time to collect her thoughts.

“Hey, Adagio,” called Sweetie between breaths. “Why are you doing this?” Adagio looked up as Sweetie looked down, and their gazes met. “Tell me the truth.” Adagio didn’t respond right away, instead gently licking at Sweetie without a word. “H-Hey!”

“I love married couples,” said Adagio. Her words made Sweetie’s eyes go wide. “What? Don’t give me that look. We all have our kinks.”

“That’s…” Sweetie’s sentence trailed off. Adagio chuckled, then peppered Sweetie’s pussy and inner thighs with kisses, leaving her lipstick stains as she went.

“Odd? Yes, I know. I don’t mind.” Once again, she began to tend to Sweetie but quickly backed off to continue. “I get off on pleasing them. House-bound spouses who haven’t felt a sexual touch in so long, they’ve forgotten what it feels like to be cherished.” She looked up again. “That’s you, isn’t it?” Sweetie pursed her lips at first but eventually softened her expression.

“Y…Yes, I suppose…”

“Now it’s your turn to answer my question.” Adagio put her lips on Sweetie’s clit, roughly pinching it between them. Sweetie’s body jerked, her leg kicking out and her head pulling back. She only barely managed to keep from yelling out. “Be honest… that felt good, right?” Sweetie hummed but didn’t respond. After a few moments, another pinch was enough to make her speak up.

“Y-Yes…” she moaned. “It was really good.”

“Do you want me to stop?”

“No,” she whispered. “Keep going…” Adagio chuckled.

“That’s what I like to hear.”

Surprisingly, instead of shooting off with breakneck speed like before, Adagio displayed much more discipline. She still pushed her tongue deep inside of Sweetie, with her pussy squeezing down on her as much as it could, but her swipes were much less erratic. They were powerful, long swathes with purpose. She curled her tongue, pressed the tip on the roof, and slowly slid it along, nearly driving Sweetie crazy.

Sweetie’s fingers dug into Adagio’s hair, and her legs wrapped around Adagio’s head, locking them together. Adagio took this as a sign to speed up once again. The squishy, sloppy sound of Adagio’s tongue became the only thing Sweetie could focus on. She grit her teeth and leaned forward, her moans escaping her despite her efforts. The fire from before was beginning to spread from her lower stomach outward. She knew what was coming, and she really really didn’t want it to stop.

“A-Ada…” Sweetie’s words could barely be understood, though she continued to try to say them. “It’s… I’m… hnnngh!”

Sweetie lurched backward, slamming into the couch with a hefty thump. Her legs shot outward, shaking vigorously as they did so. Even still, she continued pushing. Her back curved and her body steadily lifted off the couch. Adagio followed her up, left, right, anywhere she tried to escape. Cumming or no, Adagio was not keen on letting her prey escape her in these crucial moments.

The fire continued to spread, eventually rebounding on itself. From her stomach, Sweetie felt a unique sensation. She cried out with a desperate moan, a jet of clear liquid spraying from her pussy into the air. It splashed against her thighs, Adagio’s face, and dripped down to the floor below. She clenched up in that position for a few tense seconds before she allowed herself to fall back to the couch.

As she calmed down, Adagio pulled back, her tongue lolling out of her mouth as she did so. She licked her lips, then slowly got to her feet.

What awaited her was Sweetie’s bare, limp form. Her arms were off to her sides. Her chest heaved air in and out, rising and falling chaotically. Her legs were stretched out and still shaking. Her head was tilted to the side and her hair had stuck to her face that was slick with sweat. For a few seconds, Adagio stood there in silence, not saying a word as she eyed Sweetie’s body and the effects of her hard work. Eventually, she wiped her face with her sleeve.

“I’m no betting woman, but I’d say you enjoyed that.” She made her way back to the couch before sitting down and relaxing with an arm draped over the back. “And it looks like that was your first time squirting like that.” She looked down at Sweetie’s twitching body with a smirk. “I hope I don’t cause you to get any noise complaints.”

“Mmngh,” Sweetie murmured back. Her mind was still scrambled, and the effects of her orgasm had yet to subside. She couldn’t even remember a time she had succumbed to her carnal desires to this extent. Maybe she never had. After at least half a minute of recollecting her thoughts, she turned her head to face Adagio. “The neighbors… aren’t around at this time of day…” Adagio laughed, then reached over for Sweetie’s lipstick-stained chest, tweaking a nipple in her finger idly.

“So I suppose you wouldn’t mind going another round.” Sweetie’s eyes went wide and her already shaky breath got worse.

“H-Huh?” she asked. “You’re not s-satisfied?” Adagio smirked, then placed her other hand on her own jean’s crotch area.

“Not even close, babe.” She narrowed her eyes. “Maybe you can show me a good time?” Sweetie looked between her body and her face, flushing red once again. She took a shaky breath, then looked over to the clock. Button’s ETA was still so far away… and dinner wouldn’t be done for another hour or so...

“W-Well, I suppose it would only be fair,” muttered Sweetie. She smirked slightly as she met Adagio’s gaze again. “If… you’ll have me.” Adagio’s hand reached underneath Sweetie’s chin, bringing her in for a kiss that still surprisingly tasted like raspberries. After she pulled away, she smiled.

“Let’s move this to the bedroom, shall we?” Sweetie stabilized her breathing, then nodded.

“Yeah,” she said. “Let’s.”

Late shifts were always a pain for Button.

Asa kid, he was never super keen about keeping in shape or building endurance. He never expected to need it, despite his mother’s warnings. Now, hitting his mid-20s, moving around and standing for extended periods for his job was killing his calves. He chose an office job to get away from most physical labor, but it seems like he couldn’t escape it as well as he thought.

He sighed. Complaining about it now wasn’t going to do much but upset him. Besides, at least for now, it was all over. Despite having to do double duty due to a coworker’s surprise sickness, he somehow made it back home in one piece. Now was a time for rest.

He fumbled with his keys for a moment, finally getting the right one on his third try. He quickly unlocked the door, pushed it open, and prepared to be greeted by the pleasant aroma of his wife’s cooking.

“Wow, that was delicious! I’ve never felt so full.”

And while that did happen, a certain unmistakable voice happened to ruin it all.

With a raised eyebrow, Button kicked off his shoes and closed the door. He followed the sounds of the voices, soon finding himself standing in the walkway heading into his kitchen, with two pairs of eyes trained on him.

“O-Oh, honey!” Sweetie Belle called out to him first. Wearing an apron, it seemed like she had just been working in the kitchen. As a testament to this, a large oven-roasted chicken sat in the middle of their dining table along with several sides to flank it. “You’re home a bit sooner than expected, right?”

“What are you doing here?” Button’s gaze next focused on the person sitting in the seat farthest from him, at the head of the table. His seat was occupied by an unfortunately familiar face with a wide grin. “Adagio, I thought you left early cause you were sick! What are you doing at my house?”

“Oh, you know,” she responded, twirling the fork she had in her hand around in a circle. “This and that.”

“I thought she was here for the party?” asked Sweetie, tilting her head in confusion.

“Party?” asked Button. “I’m not throwing a party, though?” Adagio turned to Sweetie, a passive hand raised.

“Sorry Sweetie,” she apologized. “That was a bit of a fib on my part. I sent you that text from Button’s phone so that you’d let me in.”

“Wait, are you serious?” asked Button, frowning. “You said you had to text your sister with dog sitting instructions!”

“And I did,” said Adagio.”I just so happened to also do this.”

“But… why?”

“Well, after you talked her up so much, I thought I’d like to taste your wife.” Adagio cleared her throat. “Her cooking, that is.” Button’s jaw hit the floor, but Adagio simply smiled. “Don’t worry. It all worked out in the end. Besides, Sweetie and I made quick friends, right?” Adagio brought her hand up behind Sweetie, almost instantly flushing her face red. Button couldn’t quite make out what she was doing from behind her apron, but from Sweetie’s eyes flickering between Adagio and himself, he could make a good guess.

“Y-Yes, everything is fm mph…” Sweetie bent over slightly, placing her hand on the table’s edge. “Fine. Everything’s fine.” Button’s stoic gaze switched between Adagio and Sweetie, the former of which would only offer him a generic smile as he did so. He took a deep breath, then rubbed his forehead with his palm.

“You two fucked, didn’t you?” Sweetie jumped, but Adagio only chuckled.

“Cat’s out of the bag,” said Adagio.

“W-Wait a second!” Sweetie clamored. “I-I can explain!”

“No, it’s alright. I understand.” Button shook his head. “Adagio’s well known down at the office for pulling stuff like this. She’ll cuck anybody she can get her grubby mitts on.”

“I’m sorry?” asked Adagio, faux offense written all over her face. “My mitts are not grubby. They’re elegant and refined. Just ask Sweetie—”

“Adagio!”

“If it makes you feel any better…” Adagio pulled at the front of her shirt, barely not revealing what lay beyond it. “I don’t mind if you wanna have a go at me for a bit of revenge.” Sweetie’s eyes went wide.

“N-No, wait,” she mumbled. “I thought you said… you felt nothing for Button?” In response, she waved her hand dismissively.

“We don’t have to get any messy feelings involved.” She looked at Button with narrowed eyes and bit on her pinky’s nail. “Though the thought of the two of you fighting over me does get me a little bit w—”

“Wow, so you made chicken tonight, huh?” asked Button, ignoring Adagio’s obvious provocations. He took the seat across from her. “It looks amazing honey.”

“O-Oh yeah,” she responded, quickly moving from Adagio’s side to begin fixing him a plate. “T-Thank you.”

“Oh, I got the go-ahead to get some time off since I’ve been working a lot recently.” He looked up at Sweetie. “What would you say to take a little vacation out of state? For a bit of us time?” Sweetie’s eyes widened.

“That would be… nice, yeah.” She smiled, and Button reciprocated.

“Oh, and Sweetie?”

“Y-Yes?” He grabbed her hand gently, then planted a kiss on it. The simple gesture was enough to make her heart skip a beat.

“Love you.” Sweetie’s free hand reached up to cover her blush. She gave the hand he was holding a reassuring squeeze, then smiled back at him.

“I love you too.”

Author's Note

After-Sex Smoke