"Anyone home?" I called out, standing at Samuel's door with my luggage.
Samuel is my brother, and I stay at his house while attending college.
After a few tries with no answer, I fished out the key from my bag and let myself in.
"That's weird, no one's home on a weekend?" I muttered, lugging my bags to my room.
As I got to the second floor, I heard noises from the hallway.
"Faster, even faster!"
"Harder!"
"Don't stop!"
'That sound... Samuel isn't up to something, is he?' I wondered.
I tiptoed with my heavy suitcases towards my room.
But the closer I got, the louder the moans and the sound of bodies slapping together became.
The sultry voice and heavy breathing made my blood boil. My manhood swelled instantly, making my pants feel tight, like it was about to burst out.
My gut told me Samuel was definitely getting it on with his wife.
With the intensity of their movements, their moans echoed downstairs, and it seemed like every corner of the room was their playground.
I got even more curious about what they were doing.
What positions were they using? Was Samuel on top, or was Rachel?
I also wondered how Samuel, an average-looking guy, landed a wife with such a killer body.
I remembered hearing during a job interview that Samuel's wife was named Rachel Auron.
She even made the company's list of outstanding employees, looking sharp in a black work uniform in her photo.
The photo was cropped just above her chest, her large, round breasts pushing up the white shirt, just like how my swollen manhood felt right now.
I wondered how amazing it would be to spend a night with Rachel, her voluptuous figure beneath me.
I imagined pinning her down, her large, round breasts enveloping me as I thrust between them.
As I reached climax and prepared to release, a shot of milky white fluid would spray out, landing on Rachel's flushed face.
She would extend her soft, fragrant tongue, gently licking it, and complimenting me.
Needless to say, I'd definitely explode with pleasure. The more I fantasized, the stronger the swelling sensation below me became, making me eager to have her right now.
After quickly dropping off my luggage in my room, I stepped out and quietly approached the master bedroom door.
The sounds from the room became clearer.
Not only were there sounds of bodies slapping, but also the sounds of a man and a woman panting, and the sound of a table shaking.
"Harder!"
"Faster!"
They weren't doing it on the bed in such a big room? Were they on the table?
They had quite a variety of ways to play!
Was Rachel sitting on the table now, or lying on it?
I got more and more curious, and also more excited.
I stood in front of the closed door, hesitated for two seconds with my hand on the doorknob. Should I open the door and peek inside?
What if the door was locked, and the noise of opening it disturbed them?
What if the door opened, and Rachel or Samuel saw me standing there?
Would they get mad and kick me out? But hey, there were always more solutions than problems. Since peeking through the door was tricky, I decided to try the window.
The master bedroom window was conveniently connected to the living room balcony.
*******************
Welcome to the journey if you like the novel add it to your collection.