Unlawful Love: A BWWM Romance

by Tyla Walker

  “Well, I have to go, folks. I have to spend more time with my wife.” Greg must have felt it too.

  The couple turns their gaze to Greg, then back to me. The wife is still looking at me strangely as if she knows what I did. Her husband puts his arms around her, and that’s the only time she turns her attention away from me.

  “Well, it was a great talk, Greg.” He smiles then turns to me. “We’re glad you’re okay.”

  I smile at him. “Thanks.”

  I pull Greg away as I don’t want to stay any longer. I feel like they know what I did while I disappeared. Maybe I should have gone back to the room instead.

  Ten

  Greg

  Tonight's the day of our last mission posing as a married couple. After that, Kylie and I are going back to our normal lives. The so-called Kylie's just my partner, nothing more, nothing less. Which is more than a little depressing to me, right? Yet, I've enjoyed sleeping with her for the last few nights in the same bed.

  She only wears the same large t-shirt, it always crumples up every night due to her movement. It ends up exposing her curvaceous thighs and simple yet sexy panties. I've held her small warm body when I unintentionally embrace her in my sleep.

  It makes my heart flutter out of excitement. Kylie's preparing for our last assignment and is taking a bath in the shower.

  It's about time for the guests' to go to the party. The venue is at the nightclub. Couples can have fun drinking roofied booze and dancing all night long in a private retreat nightclub owned by the dubious couple.

  Kylie dolls up herself. She puts makeup on her piercing eyes that seem much more captivating. Then she uses a red lipstick to her plump and luscious lips.

  She wears a very provocative, low neckline tight red dress. It makes her body more voluptuous, displaying her cleavage.

  "Are you ready, Greg?" She puckers her lips in front of the mirror, and I have the hots for her irresistible beauty.

  "Absolutely, gorgeous."

  "Oh, handsome... Are you sure I'm gorgeous?" her smile is so captivating, and her head tilts towards me.

  "No, I'm wrong, you're not gorgeous."

  Her face seems glum, and then I add, "You're just smoking hot cherry bomb, piping hot from the oven."

  My statement catches her off guard.

  "What the... Greg, you're pulling a pick up line now." She heartily laughs and pinches my cheeks.

  "Oh! It hurts!" I cry.

  I offer her my left arm, and Kylie gladly wraps her arms to mine, and her big soft bust squeezes against my biceps. Shit! Greg, pull your fucking self together! Stop lusting your best friend's wife and respect her. But fuck, I can't stop glancing at her cleavage, and my cock's hardening. Damn it! My mind's running wild with dirty thoughts.

  We walk outside as a lovely married couple as we've acted to do. We see the other couples walking in the same direction as we are. They head to the private nightclub owned by the dubious couple. We're still far away from the venue. But we can hear the loud sounds of electro music and the shouts of the people partying.

  The entire place is a mess. Many people are swarming in the nightclub, some were dancing on the dance floor. The others are drinking, chatting, and you know, having a PDA in the dark corners of the venue. They only mind their own damn dirty business.

  "Greg, let's hit the floor and enjoy this party for the last moment we're here," Kylie shouts and pulls me with her.

  "But, I don't know how to dance," I yell, and she puts my hands on her hourglass waist while we're both dancing to the beat. I have two fucking left feet.

  "Just follow my lead, clueless boy." She giggles.

  She dances and lets me follow her moves. Kylie sways her booty, warming up my cock, and it's now fucking hard. Oh, please, Kylie... Please don't let me eat you up. I'm begging you.

  Kylie and I make eye contact with each other. Then we both watch a couple dancing beside us amorously on the dance floor. It's turning me on like a fucking voyeur.

  We search for who will be the next target of the villainous couple, and we've been observing their next move. Kylie makes a body gesture hinting me to follow the woman who will ransack the room of the new victims. I move away from Kylie and make eye contact with her. I'll follow the woman, you get the roofied booze, and test it.

  We just need eye contact, and we can work with perfect synchronization.

  I covertly follow the woman going to the room of her new victim, and I hide behind a bunch of bushes at the end of the hallway. I roll the video cam of my smartphone and video her entering their room she's not allowed to. She's the owner of this place, but she doesn't have the right to do this.

  It took her seven minutes to ransack the bedroom. Then after she's done with her dealings, she left unnoticed.

  Later on, I arrive back to the dance floor and look for Kylie. She's staying on a tall table while using her smartphone, and I walk close to her.

  "Hey, babe! Are you done with your toilet business?" She grins and sweeps her hair, which means she's done dealing with her own mission.

  "Come here, bad boy." She makes a beckoning sign with her finger, and I move closer to her.

  She whispers in my ear and reports to me she's done with her duty. Kylie's distracting me with her warm breathy whispers in my ear, which arouses me. I move my ear a bit closer to her sweet lips.

  She says that she got some wine specimens. Kylie tests it out with a drug test kit, and it comes out positive for GHBs.

  She puts it on a bottle and hides it in her purse. These bad guys have their crimes down to a specific successful routine. The GHBs, or date rape drugs, will ensure that the victims will never remember that the couple was in the room stealing their sensitive information even if they are spot on.

  Hopefully, Kylie and I have gathered enough shreds of evidence to get warrants for these vile people. We follow the leads of the chief to arrest them and pay the price for the crimes they have committed.

  For one last time, the woman sneaks to another room. We follow her and roll another video of her criminal act. Afterward, I ask Kylie to go back to our bedroom.

  "Yeah, let's head back to our room." Kylie acts like she's totally wasted drinking the booze, and I carry her in piggyback back to our room.

  Holy guacamole! I can sense that she's really gifted with her big soft boobs like two large water balloons shoving on my back. Damn it. My cock... Shit!

  I'm hard earlier, but now... freaking crazy. Precum's leaking, and it's wetting my pants. This spells T-R-O-U-B-L-E.

  Eleven

  Kylie

  “Kylie, let’s go back to our room,” Greg whispers to me.

  “Yeah, let’s head back to our room,” I reply to him. “Greg, can you please turn around?”

  He does as I say, and he turns around. I jump on his back, which startles him when I slam my body against his strong frame and grasp his neck. He almost loses his balance, but his sturdy build catches my weight.

  He grabs my thighs as he piggybacks me, and I close my eyes, starting my act. Greg walks back to our place, and we pass by other couples from the party while I slightly peek with my one eye.

  For a while, he suddenly stops walking, and my breast brushes hard on his back. He seems a little too fidgety; he stops and stares down at his pants.

  I look down on what he’s looking at, and I see his pants bulge like a little hill. Whoa! Calm there, big boy. Why is your cock up now? I want to laugh and tease him, but it will blow our cover.

  We arrive in our room, and Greg puts me on the bed. He looks tired, not that too exhausted for carrying me, but he’s uncomfortable for another reason.

  I stare at him with interest, and I say to him, “You okay, Greg? You look entirely uneasy.”

  “Yeah. Oh, I’m good,” Greg responds, which sounds timid and restless. I raise my brow at him.

  “But you look distracted by something? Do you want me to help you?” My eyes slowly move down to my target, to his bulging boner under his pants.

>   I slyly smile at him, I grasp the hem of his shirt, and I pull him down to bed. He falls over me, and the tips of our noses touch each other, feeling each other’s breaths. Greg and I almost kiss, yet he stops himself with his two arms on the mattress cornering me.

  I don’t know what he’s thinking, but he always keeps his distance away from me. Greg wants to pull away, but I refuse to give him a chance to escape.

  “Where are you going, Mister?” I tease him and grab him on the collar.

  We both intimately stare at each other’s eyes, and I want to kiss him. But he stops me for a moment, he’s thinking deeply about something that makes him hesitant to start this.

  Then something sparks in his eyes. He cups my face, and his thumb brushes my lower lip. We slowly close the gap between us.

  I don’t know who started it first, but we both kiss passionately. Greg slips his tongue in my mouth and intertwines it against mine. After a while, we both stop as we catch our breaths.

  He stares at me with desire in his eyes while he’s rubbing my cheeks with his fingers lovingly. We both smile and continue where we left off.

  I grasp his head and kiss him back, pressing my lips against his. We’re both on the bed, Greg’s on top of me. I sense his hard cock touching my pussy.

  He slides his hand to my exposed thighs and slips his fingers inside my panties. In the meantime, I unbutton his shirt and drops it on the floor.

  I’m supposed to take off his pants too, but he catches my hand. Greg places it to his hard dick. And he jokingly demands, “Please handle it with care and grab it tightly for me, Kylie.”

  I laugh at his witty joke, and I impel to his requests. I grab his hard cock under his pants and fondle it gently while his other hand moves under my dress. He fingers my pussy, teasing it.

  “Kylie, you’re so wet,” he remarks as he groans when I tighten my hold on his hard rod.

  I gasp and moan as his fingers touch me. And then, he removes my dress and throws it away. Then, he spreads my legs wide open like opening a closed lid of the special main course.

  He licks his lips, and he looks like he’s ready to devour me. I coyly look away from his gaze, but I love how he fiercely stares at me like that. He immediately removes his belt. Then he takes off his pants and briefs.

  Greg shows off his naked buff body with his 8-pack-abs, muscular arms, and 12-inch-cock. Shit, it’s as large as a giant sausage, and you’ll want to have a bite. Oh, my God! It’s so fucking huge!

  My eyes widen as I stare at the monstrosity.

  I’ve been Greg’s partner for over all these years. We’ve spent a lot of time together in undercover missions. But, so far, this is the best mission ever. Thanks, Chief! I’ll give you a souvenir after we go back to the headquarters. This is worth it!

  I lick my lips.

  He removes my underwear, and I comply. He kisses me on the lips down to my neck. Then, he trails down to my hard nipples. Greg sucks them like a baby.

  “Oh! So good!” I moan like crazy as my hand’s flail, looking for something to hold on to.

  “Kylie... You’re so beautiful.” He suddenly bites my belly and leaves a red kiss marks on my skin while I grab his hair forcefully.

  “Oh, Greg! You’re amazing. You’re making me wet with your lips,” I moan. I indulge in his excellent foreplay. “Give it to me!”

  He continues and makes a move south to my navel and licks it. My back arches in artless abandonment of everything that holds me back from doing this. After this, there’s no turning back for us.

  I know the score between us will change forever. Greg hovers over me, and our gazes lock. It feels like he’s staring into my soul, sucking me and imprisoning me forever.

  He lifts my lower body, and I feel his dick touch my entrance. Then he thrusts in one fluid motion.

  “Oh, Greg! Oh... Greg... So good!” I keep calling his name again and again like a fervent prayer. Then, as an answer to it, he thrusts faster and deeper.

  “Kylie, you’re so wet and tight!” Greg roars like a wild animal while he grabs my waist to an almost bruising hold, but I don’t care. The pleasure is all I care about.

  I can almost see the peak! My whole body is throbbing in pleasure, like a single live pulse made for fucking.

  After a few thrusts, he maneuvers me on all fours. Greg pistons forward and backward, harder, faster, and deeper.

  “Oh, fuck! Fuck!” I shout as I try to hold on to the bedsheets. I end up tearing the sheets.

  “Kylie, you’re so tight and warm,” he says while he gradually increases his speed. “I’m cumming!”

  His roar of release shakes me to the core, and I follow him.

  “I’m cumming!” I cry with my croak voice.

  Our bodies shake from our orgasm, and I can feel his cum squirts inside me. My honey gushes out from me. As we lie down together, Greg’s cock is still inside me. It’s pulsating and trembling while my inner walls milk it to the last drop.

  We’re both exhausted, but Greg keeps kissing my nape and back, and he still fondles my breast.

  “Kylie, you’re so gorgeous, and I mean it,” he compliments me like I’m a Goddess or something which makes my heart skip a beat. That’s what I love about him, he’s so sweet and romantic. I smile.

  I kiss him in return. On this night, we’re indulging ourselves in the pleasure that we’ve denied for so long.

  And no one can stop us.

  Twelve

  Greg

  "Greg, I'll look for the couple. You search their room for evidence, anything that we can use against them. We have to make sure that our claims are proven. We must put them to jail once and for all," Kylie whispers as she walks away to look for the couple.

  I nod my head and proceed to do my own thing. I try to avoid the cameras in the hallway and enter undetected to the couple's room.

  I place my ear on the door to listen for any sound, in case someone is in the room. I knock, just to be sure that no one is inside, and that nobody will come popping out. After covering all grounds and confirming that it's safe to enter, I quietly slip into the room.

  The room seems undisturbed at first glance, you'll think that no one is staying here. But as I check every part and corner of the room, I see a desk full of papers and immediately checks them.

  I wonder how they can leave these things here, given that they are working on a high profile crime. Maybe criminals are not that intellectual, after all. Seeing the mess in front of me tells me they aren't really cautious lawbreakers.

  Or they might just be very confident with their scheme. Somehow this thought chills me to the bone.

  Beneath the stacks of papers are sets of driver's licenses, social security cards, and credit cards. There are more documents that they can use to steal one's identity, too. A few of them are quite familiar. These are the guests we have been observing for days already. Damn, this is a lot.

  Along with the documents I found are mine and Kylie's fake credentials. The couple tried to drug us too. And came into our room in the middle of the night to copy documents and identification cards. They can replicate them and probably sell them off somewhere.

  Even if we have the photos that prove their crime, slipping into their room and doing a search illegally will not pass as sufficient evidence. On the bright side, we have the confirmation of how they operate. That will make it easier for us to catch them in the act.

  I wonder how it is going on with Kylie now. The couple is not back yet. I am glad to have enough time to check the room thoroughly, but I'm scared of Kylie's safety. What's taking her so long? Why doesn't she call me yet?

  She's more than a partner in assignments, Kylie's like a family already, both her and Geoff. And it would be the end of me if anything bad happens to Kylie. I don't know what I'll do.

  I'm doing a final check, just in case I miss anything important when I come across an envelope with a label "Geheim."

  "I know this word," I mutter. I've seen this somewhere.

  I try t
o recall all the past assignments Kylie and I have. One particular memory appears in my mind. It is our trip to Munich three years ago. A data analyst of the company we are spying handed over a set of documents with the stamp "Geheim."

  I heard him say to his partner, "Make sure no one ever sees this." And I remember Kylie said that "Geheim" probably means confidential. Nobody shall see the document ever again.

  I immediately read over the document, and somehow, I am quite sure that this document will lead us somewhere. I can read words such as "unterlagen," "privat," "daten."

  Apart from that, there are coordinates. These can be locations for their hideouts, business partners, and clients. This can be a big help. We have translators who can decipher this document in less than 24 hours. Understanding them right now is the least important.

  Kylie and I just have to make sure we have information to predict their next move and their next victim as well. After we retrieve all this information, we can take Geoff from Kylie's grandparents and spend the weekend with each other. It's what we usually do.

  There are lots of pages to scan on my phone. I will have to do my best and finish them as soon as possible. I really hope Kylie will call right now and update me because I don't like this. My instincts are blaring right now, warning me of danger.

  I am midway through the documents when I hear voices outside the room. I tiptoe and try to get near the door so that I can hear what they are talking about.

  The voices are faint since they are still a few feet away from the door. It seems like one of them is reporting to the other. Who is it? I try to go nearer when I hear them coming.

  My body and mind go on combat mode just in case they go inside, and I can't make it to the patio anymore. Then I hear one of them saying, "The woman's taken cared of."

  And I might not know who that 'she' is, but my gut feel tells me it's Kylie. Chills run down my spine as if it's telling me that I need to immediately locate her. Or else something very bad can happen.