With a brand-new home at their disposal, a couple decides to spread the love and share an erotic encounter in every room!

Our new house was a three-story brownstone. We’d coveted one for as long as I could remember, and when this one came onto the market we snatched it up.

Jared fell in love with the third floor and had plans to make it his art studio. I called dibs on the extra rooms on the second floor for my exercise space and office.

On the evening we moved in, we stood in a sunny spot on the third floor and stared out the window as the sun began to set. It was amazing. The fact that this place was ours made the view even more awe inspiring. Jared wrapped his arms around me from behind and squeezed me. His mouth came down on the back of my neck, and I shivered. He laughed softly. “I plan to fuck you from the top floor of this house to the bottom. Eventually, we’ll hit every room in the place. And then we can start over.”

Hearing this turned me on. Jared wasn’t much of a dirty-talker, so when he did say scandalous things, the effects went straight to my pussy.

I ground my ass back against him and felt his cock harden. “I say we start tonight.”

He kissed the back of my neck again as his hands came up to cup my breasts. He pinched my nipples hard through my graphic tee, and when I gasped, he repeated the act, giving the pinch a little more oomph. The pressure on those sensitive bits of skin took my breath away.

“Oh yeah? Should we start in this room? This studio room where all my paintings will be scattered? And paint and tarps and brushes and… ”

I turned in his arms and kissed him. “Let’s start here. Now. And let’s fuck every day for five days and see how far we can get. I read an article about a five-day sex challenge.”

“Challenge accepted,” Jared said. He smiled at me and then kissed me. His mouth was soft at first and then the kiss deepened and the pressure hardened. He walked me backward until my ass hit the windowsill. We had an AC unit running in the other window so this one was closed, and I let him push me flush against the glass.

“What if people see?”

“Then they’ll know we’re making the house ours,” he said, chuckling.

“He nudged my cunt with his cock as my fingers danced on the windowpane.”

He pulled my tee over my head and tossed it over his shoulder, and I couldn’t help but giggle. He undid the front clasp of my bra and tossed that, too. Then he dragged his thick fingers down the center of my belly so that my muscles jumped and rippled.

“Off with the shorts,” he breathed.

I pushed down my shorts and disposed of them. I stood there, utterly bare but for a pair of pink panties with yellow stars on them.

“Oh, these are nice,” he said. “I like these. But not enough to let you keep them on. Off they go.”

Before I could make a move, he shoved them down himself. When they puddled around my ankles I kicked them away.

“There she is. All pretty and naked. Now let’s fuck.”

With that he pushed his hand between my thighs. He slid two fingers inside me and started to fuck me that way, finding my G-spot instantly. He knew my body almost as well as I did. Within moments, I was bucking against his hand — so, so wet and so, so ready for him to fuck me. “Please,” I begged.

“Soon,” he said. Jared got down on his knees and parted my pussy lips with his fingers. He studied me carefully, taking long enough to make me squirm. His hands were settled lightly on my hips, and I wiggled in his loose grip. When I’d squirmed enough to make him smile, he leaned forward and delivered one slow lick to my clitoris.

I moaned.

“Oh, the little clitty is already happy,” he cooed, making me insane.

He gave me another slow lick, and I lost it, grabbing the back of his head and pulling him to me. I pushed my pussy to his bearded face and held him there until his tongue took up the rhythm I wanted — I needed. Once he did that, it was only seconds before I came — hard, fast and gushing.

He stood, licking his glossy lips. He pulled me from the window but then turned me so my tits were mashed against the thick, old glass. “Spread your legs.”

I groaned at the command and immediately obeyed, spreading my legs as he stepped in close. His hands clamped down on my hips, and he nudged my cunt opening with his cockhead as my fingers danced restlessly on the windowpane.

Without another word, he started fucking me, using hard, fast strokes that stole my breath. Each burst of movement drove me against the glass of the window over and over again. Every time he thrust deep inside me, he hit tender, desperate places that rocked me to my core. When the buildup of pleasure became unbearable, I climaxed, crying out against the window so the sound was both augmented and muffled.

He slammed into me a few more times and then came with a bellow.

Jared kissed the back of my neck and then nipped it just hard enough to make me shiver. “Where do we do it tomorrow?”

“My exercise studio,” I said on a sigh.

The next day, I had my morning run and did battle ropes and then sprinted through my errands. We’d decided we could stop our respective projects around three o’clock and meet up in my studio for some afternoon delight.

I scurried through the front door at 2:45 and shoved an entire grocery bag in the fridge, even though only half of the food needed to be in there. I badly needed a shower before I hooked up with Jared.

I was tossing clothes as I went down the hall when his hand appeared from a room full of boxes and snagged my wrist.

“Every time he thrust deep inside me, he hit tender places that rocked me.”

“Jared! I have to take a show — ”

He reeled me in and planted a kiss on me. “I like you dirty.”

“Eew,” I said.

“Not eew. You’re all flushed and mussed and gorgeous.”

He had his arms wrapped around me, and he was propelling me into my exercise studio swiftly.

“Jared. Seriously, I’m gross.”

“I think it’s sexy,” he whispered against my ear. A tremor passed through me.

He walked us toward my brand-new weight bench. I’d been doing the personal trainer gig for a bit and would be having clients into the house a few times a week. Being new, the bench was spotless and clean.

“Down,” he said, pushing me until I settled.

He put his hand on the center of my chest and nudged until I relented and lay back. “This is perfect,” he said.

“Perfect?” I was trying to figure out how it was perfect as he worked my leggings down around my hips. Underneath I was bare. He traced my labia with his fingertip, pushed his finger into my cunt and drew my own wetness across my clit. I moaned.

“Yeah, perfect height.” He took his jeans off and then his boxer briefs. He threw his tee across the room. Then he stood over me, stroking his big, hard cock. “Take the ponytail out.”

“My hair will — ”

“Be amazing,” he interrupted.

I pulled the band out of my hair and felt it swish around my head. I’d recently tinted the highlights with blue and teal. Jared said it was like fucking a mermaid. Something he very much enjoyed.

Then he was on his knees, hauling my hips to the edge of the bench. He positioned himself between my thighs and plunged his dick inside me with one hard stroke.

I forgot all about my sweaty workout clothes and my damp, crazy hair — and the fact that he’d waylaid me before I could get to the shower. My focus was narrowed to where he was thrusting in and out of me and where his thumb was making slow, lazy revolutions on my clit.

“Oh,” I managed to say. Brilliant.

He leaned over and kissed my belly. My stomach broke out in goosebumps. My nipples spiked. I reached up without thinking and pinched them. I moved against him as much as I could to take him deeper.

His hands were tight on my hips as he fucked me, drawing me to him every time he pushed forward. My hair swished on the bench and whispered in my ear.

“Fucking the mermaid,” he said, smiling down at me. The rhythm of his thumb on my clit increased, and then I was climaxing. My pussy milked his cock, gripping him tight and rippling with each wave of pleasure.

His eyes drifted shut as he fucked me harder and faster, and then he came, letting his head hang down and his big body shudder.

“Are you starving now?” he asked, cracking one eye to stare down at me.

“I am.”

He helped me up. “Shower. Then we’ll go out to eat.”

“I bought stuff to make dinner.”

“Tomorrow,” he said, kissing my nose. “I’m taking my girl out to eat. We fucked like we just met, so let’s go on a date.”

I shook my head but smiled. Before I could walk away, he snagged me by the end of my hair and tugged lightly. “Where are we fucking tomorrow, pretty?”

“Hmm… the first floor TV room?”

“Sold.”

I had a client the following day, and it was really hard for me to focus on reps and nutritional advice when I kept thinking about fucking my husband in the TV room later. We had a large leather sofa in there, some comfy chairs, our TV, obviously, and a lot of art we’d collected over the years.

All I could envision was sex on that sofa. Or maybe a chair. Or maybe one and then the other.

“You okay?” my client Jen asked, doing her final bench press rep.

“I’m fine. Just daydreaming I guess.”

She held out a hand, and I helped her sit up.

“You’re getting laid a lot,” she said.

I blinked, and a small cackle escaped me. “What?”

“You have rosy cheeks that have nothing to do with exercise and your eyes are super shiny and bright.”

I shook my head. “Bicep curls. Three sets of ten.”

She stood and grabbed the free weights. “Deny it if you want, but I know I’m right.”

She caught me off guard a moment later by saying nonchalantly, “What time is it supposed to go down today?”

“After you leave,” I said without thinking. Then I shook my head.

“I can totally go now if you want, so you can — ”

“Don’t even try it,” I said. “Finish your curls ’cause we’re moving on to triceps next.”

She sighed, and I laughed. I was tempted but not enough to let her get away with blowing off her workout.

When she left, I managed a quick shower and pulled on a pair of hot pink shorts and a tank top. The air conditioner was running, but I was feeling pretty damn flushed.

I heard Jared down in the TV room, and my pussy flooded with juices.

I hurried down the hall barefoot, to find him putting on a movie we watched often. It was a suspense film we both loved, partly because it had a smoking-hot sex scene in it. He’d cued it up to that point.

“I figured we could watch this real quick. I have a feeling it’s all it will take to set us off.”

“It’s like two minutes long,” I said. But I took the hand he offered and sat on the leather sofa next to him. My cunt pounded with every beat of my heart.

He pushed play, and we held hands and watched the couple onscreen have sex in a steamy shower accompanied by a throaty blues song.

I turned to him the moment the scene was over. With the movie still running, I cupped his face in my hands and kissed him. “Now take your pants off.”

“Take my pants off?”

“You heard me. Don’t pull that fake innocence.”

He pulled his shorts down, and his cock sprang free. He wore nothing underneath. “There.”

I nodded and took him in hand before bending over and wrapping my lips around his erection. I sucked his dick just long enough to make him hiss and push his hand into my hair. Then I swept my lips down his cock repeatedly before sitting up. I straddled his lap and pushed him flush to the back of the sofa. “Sit back and enjoy,” I whispered in his ear as I sank down onto his hard dick.

“When the buildup of pleasure became unbearable, I climaxed, crying out.”

I held his shoulders as I slid up and down the length of his cock. I flexed my pussy so I gripped him tight. He moaned helplessly.

“I’m taking all that cock,” I hissed. “My pussy’s stretching to take every bit of your big dick.”

This time his moan was deeper — desperate. His excitement and arousal were palpable and threatened to overtake him completely.

Wild with lust, he thrust up from beneath me over and over again, hitting exactly where I needed. I came with a sigh and bit his earlobe. He grabbed my hips, drove up from beneath me and came with a shivery sound that made the hair on my neck stand on end.

“That was… wow,” he said, driving up from beneath me one more time. My pussy quivered, and I sighed.

“Yes, that was wow.”

“So what’s on tap for tomorrow?” he asked.

“I’ll let you know when I decide,” I answered cryptically. I liked the idea of keeping him on edge.

“Blowjob in the first-floor bathroom — now,” was the text I sent when I was ready to spring into action.

I heard Jared’s feet on the stairs a moment later. We had two days left in our sex experiment, and I wanted to suck his cock until he came in my mouth and made that noise that nearly turned me inside out.

A fast and sexy blowjob in the bathroom seemed a good plan.

I was waiting when the door flew open. I sat on the edge of the claw-foot tub and yanked him toward me by the waistband of his shorts. I tugged them down and pushed at his boxer briefs. His cock — fully hard — sprang free. I sucked the tip into my mouth and then tongued the slit in the top. I gathered a salty slick of pre-come from his crown and then slid my parted lips down one side of his shaft. I came up the other side, using the same open-mouthed kiss. Then I swallowed his shaft, and after my lips brushed the base of his cock I started blowing him using a lazy rhythm.

When Jared put his hands in my hair and started fucking my mouth — taking what he needed — I let him be in charge of the tempo.

I cupped his balls in my hand and squeezed gently. He gave a grunt and a shiver and came, flooding my mouth with the briny taste of his orgasm.

“Wow,” he said, wiping my lips with his thumb.

“Wow,” I echoed.

The next day I went to the attic to find the free weights that for some reason didn’t end up in my studio. At the top of the steps a hand reached out and grabbed me.

I gave a shriek, and he laughed. I managed to suck in enough oxygen to not faint.

“Today I figured we’d celebrate our lovely attic by me eating that pussy. Now show me those titties.”

I rolled my eyes but pulled my tank top down to show him my breasts. He immediately sucked a pink nipple in his mouth and rolled his tongue over the hard peak.

“Jesus,” I sighed. It felt so good.

His hand slipped down into my leggings, and he pushed a finger inside me. When he curled it, warm pleasure flooded my body.

“We can get rid of these.” He pushed my leggings down, and I stepped free of them.

“And this.” My tank was flung across the room.

“Sit,” he said, whisking a sheet off an old easy chair we still hadn’t found a place for.

I sat. He got down between my legs and pushed my thighs wide, pressing against them with enough force that I could hardly move them. He bent and licked my pussy slowly, his tongue hot and wet on my already swollen clit. The moment he’d taken my leggings off a steady thump started between my legs.

His tongue was thrilling as he lapped at me, painting me with whirls and stripes until my hips were bucking. Caught in his grip, I still couldn’t move my thighs much. That was enough to drive me mad and turn me on beyond belief, so I squirmed desperately as if I actually wanted to escape.

“Uh-uh,” he said against my pussy, shaking his head as he laughed and licked me with fervor.

Still I moaned and bucked as much as I could, and he pressed harder against my inner thighs and sucked my clit. That’s when I came, my juices rushing out of me so fast I felt suddenly drenched.

He continued to lick and lap, cleaning me with his tongue. Then he focused on my clit once more. Before I could protest that I was too sensitive, he flicked his tongue back and forth, back and forth — not too hard, not too soft — using the perfect pressure. I came again, startled by the intensity of my climax.

He sat back on his haunches.

“This was day five,” I said. “Last day.”

He acted like he hadn’t heard me. “Where tomorrow?”

We both nodded, and I smiled at him. “Kitchen.”

Seems we weren’t quite done with our housewarming experiment.

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