Chapter 3

Linda gracefully carried a yoga mat into the living room, her lithe figure encased in a form-fitting yoga suit, the S-curve of her body on full display. Her proud chest, at least a D-cup, was accentuated by her tiny waist, and her pert, peach-like buttocks were a sight to behold.

When I awoke, the first sight that greeted me was her backside, arched in a stretch. The sight nearly made my nose bleed.

I quickly checked to see if Zack had returned, but it seemed he hadn't come home all night. To leave such a beautiful wife alone with a stranger, he must have a heart of steel.

Linda stretched languidly and asked with a seductive smile, "Are you awake? Would you like breakfast?"

The way she stretched made her chest protrude, as if she was hinting at something, enticing me. I quickly averted my gaze and politely declined, "No need, ma'am. I didn't find any signs of a break-in last night. If there are any issues, please contact me. I need to get to work."

As I moved to leave, Linda suddenly clung to my leg.

Looking down, I noticed her top was half unzipped.Her boobs were firm yet soft, like a balloon.

"John, could you help me stretch my legs before you go? Zack usually helps me with this," she said, her voice sultry and irresistible.

I gulped, my heart pounding like a drum. I couldn't help but recall the sensation of touching her the night before and agreed to help.

Linda lay on the yoga mat, her legs pointed towards me. Slowly, she began to spread her legs, asking me to hold her ankles and help her stretch.

Following her instructions, I held her legs and gradually spread them apart. Perhaps the yoga was tiring, as she furrowed her brows, her cheeks flushed. Every time I applied a bit of force, she would let out soft moans. The whole situation felt incredibly intimate.

The sight stirred a warmth in my lower abdomen, and my body responded involuntarily. As I pressed down on her legs, I found myself getting closer to her. Unconsciously, my lower abdomen was almost touching hers.

Seeing her legs spread in a split, I found myself panting and asked, "Ma'am, how much longer do you need help with the stretch?"

Linda's face was flushed as she suddenly clamped her legs around me, pulling me between her thighs. Her body moved forward, leaving no space between us. She laughed and said, "John, you seem uncomfortable."

I turned my face away, my last shred of rationality reminding me that I was in Zack's house. I gritted my teeth and denied, "No."

But Linda only laughed harder as she boldly stroked my hardened member.

In an instant, I felt a chill run down my spine, my heart pounding. She unzipped her top and reached down.

To my surprise, her yoga pants had a detachable hole in the middle. It was a piece of lingerie! She pulled open the pants, revealing everything to me.

Linda seductively put her finger in her mouth, her eyes full of allure. "John, I'm willing to help you," she said in a sultry voice.

I felt my blood freeze as I looked at the beautiful woman in front of me. I had only one thought - if I didn't take her right then, I wouldn't be a man!

In my haste, I removed my pants, grabbed her long legs, and was about to make my move when I heard the sound of the doorknob turning.

Zack's voice echoed from outside, "Strange, why won't it open?"

My breath hitched, and I quickly got off Linda and pulled up my pants.

Linda just laughed, her expression full of mischief. She grabbed my hand, pulling me onto the balcony and quickly drawing the curtains shut behind us.

With effortless grace, she placed one leg on the windowsill, her body sliding seamlessly into a perfect split.

"Come on," she whispered, a teasing glint in her eyes. "He won't find us out here!"

I heard the soft click of the doorknob turning and instinctively wanted to leave, but Linda's arms tightened around me, pulling me firmly against her.

The sound of approaching footsteps grew louder, drawing ever closer to the balcony.

Suddenly, Linda reached down, grabbed me, and let out a sultry moan as she guided me inside her…