A Kinky Young Couple’s Plaything – Part 1

Devin's divorce - after nearly fifteen years of marriage - wrecked him in countless ways. His wife's yearlong affair with a coworker ruined his ability to trust and robbed him of any confidence he once had with the opposite sex. The sense of happiness he used to possess largely disappeared under a tidal wave of stress, anger, and grief over the end of his marriage. Then there was the complete destruction of the plans he'd made for the rest of his life, all of which included the woman he'd met and fallen in love with in college and had no plans on ever leaving.

It was the financial pain that required immediate attention, though. Devin's wife wanted to move across the country to take a new job - and to get a fresh start with her new man - and she'd offered to let him have the house to make that happen. He'd accepted her offer with the intention of selling the house and moving on. Devin hadn't counted on the real estate market cooling so quickly, though, and he was stuck with a house he couldn't sell and a mortgage he couldn't afford.

Absent a better option, Devin decided that renting out one of the bedrooms on Airbnb was the best option to make ends meet while he waited for the real estate market to turn around. To make more money, Devin opted to rent out the master bedroom, which came with an impressive en suite bathroom that included both a shower and an elegant soaking tub.

The plan worked well, too. It was a bit of pain to clean the bedroom and bathroom each and every time someone stayed, but it was well worth the extra money, which relieved most of Devin's financial stress. Plus, he came to enjoy meeting new people as it helped fight off the loneliness that had set in when his wife left him.

Eventually, though, all the cleaning - and the occasional bad guest that made a huge mess or damaged the room - led to Devin focusing on finding long term renters through Airbnb. Much to his delight, it didn't take long to find a couple that wanted to stay for a month and Devin happily approved the booking.

Ashley and Eric were young - she was 21 and he was 22 - but Devin was fine with that. Ashley was a traveling nurse and Eric was a photographer and they'd spent the past year moving around the country and were thrilled to find such a nice rental in their newest stop. Devin was fine with that, too - he even envied their wanderlust - as they seemed like an ideal couple for a relatively stress-free month of rental income.

At first, everything was good. Ashley and Eric were exceedingly polite upon their arrival and they offered numerous compliments about the house as Eric showed them to the master bedroom and took them on a brief tour of the house. They mostly kept to themselves after that, going out for dinner and heading up to their room after they got home.

Then came the sex. The incredibly noisy, aggressive-sounding sex. The kind that made Devin worry they were going to destroy his bed frame. Other couples had fucked in his bed - he was fine with that - but Ashley and Eric were loud enough that Devin had trouble sleeping, and his bedroom was on the other side of the house. They fucked for an exceedingly long time, too, pursuing their pleasure multiple times as the night wore on.

They fucked again the next morning. It started as Devin was making himself breakfast. Ashley's moans drifted down the stairs and into the kitchen. Soon after he heard the rhythmic movements of the bed that he assumed were the result of Eric delivering a particularly vigorous fucking. The sounds of sex provided a strange soundtrack to Devin's meal as he ate his eggs and toast and they finished with a chorus of wild moans, grunts, and groans as he was putting the dishes away.

Not long after, Ashley appeared in the kitchen in nothing but a cropped t-shirt and a pair of pink lace boyshort panties. Her shoulder-length blonde hair was pulled back into a tight ponytail and her arm, leg, and stomach tattoos - most of which Devin hadn't seen the night before - were on display, though he tried his best not to stare at the beautiful, scantily clad young woman, despite his desire to do so.

"Good morning," Ashley said cheerfully as Devin avoided her gaze.

"Uh...yeah...good morning," he replied.

Ashley paused at the refrigerator and playfully asked, "What's the matter? Am I breaking the rules about how much clothing your guests are supposed to wear?"

Devin laughed as any tension he felt washed away. "Well, there aren't any rules, but you're certainly wearing less clothing than any of my previous guests have."

Ashley opened the refrigerator door and bent over in what looked to be a very purposeful manner, putting her exceptionally tight, sexy young ass on display and causing a gentle stirring between Devin's legs as he openly stared for a few seconds before looking away.

"I tend not to wear a whole lot of clothing," she said, "especially when it's warm. Usually I put on a pair of shorts, but these panties are basically shorts anyway." She grabbed the orange juice, stood up, and turned towards Devin with that same joyful smile on her face. "Also, if I'm being honest, I like to wear as little clothing as possible after I've had an orgasm, especially if I had that orgasm with a big cock inside me. I have no idea why, but I've just always been that way. So, really, wearing a t-shirt and panties is quite the change for me."

Devin wasn't sure if Ashley was flirting or just explaining her reality to him and it struck him that she might be the sort of girl who always seemed like she was flirting, almost as if she existed in a state of constant, natural sexiness that she couldn't do anything about.

"Were we loud?" she asked.

Devin nodded. "Last night, too."

Ashley didn't seem the slightest bit remorseful. If anything, she seemed happy and the smile that crept across her face served as evidence to support that notion. "You know, I wasn't loud before I met Eric. I didn't really like sex before I met him, in fact. He definitely unlocked something in me. Like he let out my inner slut – who I absolutely adore – or something. I don't know."

She unscrewed the orange juice top and chugged straight from the bottle. Devin would have been annoyed, but he was far too distracted by the sight of the very bottoms of her bare breasts, which were exposed with her arm raised and her back arched so she could properly drink from the bottle.

Ashley finished her drink, wiped her mouth clean with the back of her hand, and then approached Devin and handed him the orange juice. She smiled and said, "We're gonna keep being loud, too. We're paying good money for your room and we're gonna use it to the fullest. You're more than welcome to jerk off while you listen, though."

Devin wasn't sure what to say to that offer, but Ashley turned and walked away, making it seem as though she didn't really care what he thought.

"Oh," she said right before stepping out of the kitchen. "Eric and me wanted to know. Why are you renting out the master bedroom? It seems like most people wouldn't want to leave the nicest bedroom in the house."

"That's the bedroom I shared with my wife," Devin answered. "Who divorced me not that long ago. I have no special attachment to that bedroom."

Ashley leaned against the doorframe and crossed her arms in a way that pushed her breasts together. Devin could see her nipples poking through the thin material of her t-shirt and he briefly felt an urge to see the beautiful young woman naked. "Divorced, huh? That's rough." She paused for a moment, studied his face, and then asked, "She fucked someone else, didn't she?"

Devin wasn't sure if he should be amazed by her ability to deduce how his marriage had ended or annoyed that she would presume his wife had cheated on him. "Yeah, she did. How'd you know?"

Ashley shrugged her shoulders, pushed away from the door frame, and said, "Some guys just have a vibe."

She walked away without explaining what she meant and Devin took a long look at her tight ass in the pink lace boyshorts before turning away and taking a drink from the orange juice bottle.

Not long after, the sounds of sex started up once again. Ashley was loud. So was Eric. Just like before, they went for a long time and Devin remained at the kitchen table right up until they'd both cum again. He didn't masturbate, but he spent the entire time thinking about it and repeatedly telling himself it would be a terrible idea to jerk off to the sounds of his guests fucking. He never really believed that argument, but he managed not to surrender to his base desire. He wasn't sure he'd make it the whole month, though.

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The sex was louder that night. The sounds were clearer, too. So much so that Devin got out of bed and opened his bedroom door.

"Fuck me, Eric!" he heard loudly and clearly.

Devin leaned away from the door like he was doing something wrong, though he wasn't. He was in his own house and his bedroom was far from theirs. Still, something was different, so he stepped out into the hallway and tiptoed towards the master bedroom.

"Harder!" Ashley cried out. "Pound my tight little pussy harder!"

Devin's cock stirred to life as he thought of his beautiful young houseguest getting fucked. He tried to purge the thought from his mind, but the sounds of sex made it impossible to do so.

The reason for the increased volume and clarity of the sex - including their dirty talk - became clear as Devin peered down the hallway and towards the master bedroom. The door was open. Part of him wanted Ashley to have left it open on purpose, mostly because the idea struck him as hugely exciting.

He didn't dare go any closer - trying to watch them have sex would absolutely have been a violation - but Devin couldn't seem to motivate himself to go back to his bedroom, either. So he stood there in the hallway and he listened as Ashley and Eric fucked in the master bedroom.

Devin wasn't entirely surprised when he got hard as he listened. He couldn't stop thinking of Ashley in the kitchen that morning, of her lithe body, her pierced belly button, her tight ass, and her seemingly joyful approach to life, and to sex in particular.

Then, out of nowhere, Devin thought of his ex-wife. He pictured her getting fucked in the master bedroom, only it wasn't him that was fucking her. It was the guy she'd left him for. Devin hadn't ever asked her - probably because he didn't want to know - but in that moment, as he stood there listening to Ashley and Eric fuck, he couldn't help but wonder if his wife had fucked another man in their bed. Had she brought her affair to their home while Devin was at work or out of town? Had she taken another man to their bedroom? Had she soiled their marital bed by letting someone else fuck her in it?

Devin shook his head to try and physically push the thought away, in large part because he was panicked at the arousal he felt. He told himself that desire was because of the sex he was listening to, but some part of him worried that wasn't the truth.

"Baby, I'm close," Ashley cried out, pulling Devin's attention to the present moment. "Fuck, Eric, baby, make me cum. Fuck me harder and make me cum. Make me cum all over your big cock!"

The sounds of sex got louder. He was fucking her harder, and faster, too. Ashley's moans got louder. Then she screamed. It struck Devin as the good kind of scream, though. The kind he wasn't sure he'd heard from his wife in a long, long time.

"I'm cumming!" Ashley yelled.

Her orgasm sounded beautiful. Devin couldn't help but imagine Eric on top of her with his cock buried in her pussy. He let his imagination run wild with the erotic imagery. His dick remained rock hard, but he steadfastly refused to stroke himself. He just didn't want to cross that boundary.

"Do you want to cum on my face?" Ashley asked with genuine excitement in her voice.

"Fuck yes," Eric replied.

Devin's eyes went wide from the sheer surprise of hearing a woman ask that question outside a porn video.

"Mmm, baby, cum on my face," Ashley said seductively. "Give me your load. Cum on my pretty face. Make a mess all over me."

Eric grunted and groaned and Ashley offered up a remarkably sensual moan. Devin turned and hurried back towards his bedroom as it was clear they were finishing up and he didn't want to get caught standing in the hallway. One of the floorboards creaked loudly as he stepped on it, but he hoped they were too caught up with their pursuit of pleasure to notice.

Devin gently shut his bedroom door, took a deep breath, and looked down at his cock. It was still proudly erect and he felt both guilty and horny at the same time as he stood there and silently debated whether or not it was bad to masturbate now that he was no longer listening to them have sex.

That debate still raged in his head when Devin heard the floorboard squeak. He held his breath and listened to the sound of footsteps approaching his door. His pulse raced and he panicked. Instead of getting into bed and acting as if he was asleep, Devin stood there like a statue.

He watched the door handle turn. He saw the light from the hallway spread across the bedroom floor as the door opened. A bare, feminine foot and a smooth, slender leg stepped into the room. The rest of Ashley's naked body followed. She stopped when she saw him standing just a few feet from the door.

Her face was covered in thick ropes of Eric's cum. Her breasts were reddened from what must have been a great deal of semi-rough play during the sex. Her pussy was shaved, which made it easy to see how plump and wet her lips were.

Ashley looked at the bulge in his underwear and smiled. She stepped towards him and Devin backed up. She took another step towards him and he stepped back again. They repeated the process until he was standing against the wall and the bulge in his underwear was just a few inches from her belly button.

Just as a glob of cum was about to fall from her face, Ashley reached up and caught it with her finger. She slipped that finger into her mouth, sucked it clean, and then stuck out her tongue to show the creamy white substance resting on it.

Then she smiled, closed the short distance between them, and kissed Devin. He resisted, but only for a moment. He parted his lips and her tongue pushed into his mouth. The saltiness of her boyfriend's cum danced on Devin's taste buds and Ashley reached down, slipped her hand into his underwear, and slowly stroked his impossibly stiff cock.

"Lick his cum off my face and share it with me," she instructed.

Ashley turned her head and Devin ran his tongue over her cheek, collecting a wealth of Eric's cum in the process. Their lips met once more and their tongues danced as they shared in the salty taste and creamy texture of the semen her boyfriend had gleefully unloaded on her face. Ashley turned her head to the other side and Devin did the same thing. This time he moaned as her slow stroking of his cock pulled him ever closer to a thrilling orgasm.

"Do you want to cum?" Ashley asked.

"More than anything," he answered.

She pushed his underwear down, took half a step back, and stroked his cock furiously. The head rubbed against her taut stomach every now and then, adding an extra thrill that only made him want to cum even harder.

"You need to clean up your mess if I make you cum," she said. "Will you do that for me?"

"Yes," he answered. "I'll do anything. I will."

Ashley smiled and stunned Devin by dropping to her knees. She aimed his cock at her breasts and looked up at him with a naughty smile on her face. "Cum on my tits," she said.

Devin did just that. He couldn't resist. He hadn't been that excited in months, if not years. He came all over her tits. It was a huge load, too, and the orgasm felt better than any he could remember. He leaned against the wall, closed his eyes, and felt the pleasure tear through him in the most incredible manner.

When he was finished, Ashley released his cock, stood up, and moved to sit in his bed. "Come and clean up your mess," she said.

Devin approached her and Ashley fell back into his bed. He moved between her legs, bent over, and cleaned his cum from her breasts. It wasn't pleasant - not after he'd had his orgasm - but he did it, and she seemed to find it delightful. She moaned. She groaned. She even reached down to play with her pussy, seemingly getting herself all worked up in the process.

When he was finished, Devin stood up and Ashley offered a hand. He helped her to her feet and they shared a soft, lingering kiss before she gave him a quick smack on the ass and headed for the door.

"We're going to have fun this month," she said. "As long as you do as you're told, that is."

She was gone before he could respond. Devin wasn't actually sure what he would have said, though he felt fairly certain he wanted another orgasm like the one he'd just had, so he only hoped her demands weren't too extreme.