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It was a warm summer day in the calming neighborhood of Willow Creek.
The water was nice and cool and flowing peacefully across the lake.
The air is warm yet not too hot.
The neighbors are doing their normal routines as they do every other day inside and outside their homes.

Just down the road in a left of the main road stands the white painted outer walls of the Pancakes home, different than the other homes in the area based on size of two stories and very neatly groomed and cared for as the looks are everything, a large backyard and lovely garden though some of the plants are faker than the "image" the family who lives in this beautiful home.
Just six years ago did the Pancakes family move in pure bliss and joy of being newly weds fresh and in love deep within the fever of buying their domesticated lifestyle in a perfect neighborhood such as this.
Eliza Pancakes being a cute yet newer housewife of many in the block who talked big on her many clever self business ideas that at the time were way ahead of time or simply been done before, and Bob Pancakes being a sweet and humble new husband who showered his wife in verbal affections every second of the day who always brought the most delicious meals in neighborhood cookouts.

Sadly, in a blink of an eye, many neighbors witnessed the man's image slowly wear down much like the image of that once happily newly wed couple all those years ago. 

The only thing that remains the same now is the neighborhood cookouts and BBQs having the blessings of Bob's wonderful food and the two living in that beautiful home.
Just three years ago the pair brought along home after nine months of waiting a healthy wonderfully adorable baby boy, their sweet bubble of sunshine Iggy. Much like his father does he past, his soft medium dark skin, his big brown hazel eyes that shine and resemble golden orbs of light pass small thin black curly lashes, his pouty lips, and that soft set of curly dark hair on top of his head. The only thing of his mother has to be his eye shape of roundness and her nose which to many seems to be a blessing. 
Like Bob, Iggy is very humble and sweet, charming even! Eliza, though started nice, doesn't have the best personality to live through life. Snobby, stuck-upish, bitchy even. She's what some people in the modern era of social media can call a "Karen".
And don't get anyone started on that "business" of her's! For years she claims she's just starting out but no one has seen or heard of a change beside the usual of fights and bickering of the Pancakes' home.

Not to mention it seems all the cooking, cleaning, bills, and child care are all thrown to Bob while Eliza doesn't even lift a finger, the poor man.

While the beautiful Pancake's home rests peacefully in the neighborhood of Willow Creek on this fine summer day, Iggy is at his daycare until the afternoon, and Bob is currently at his boring office job wasting away his talents of cooking to provide for his family. However, pass the walls painted white on the kitchen counter is Eliza more naked than a newborn baby getting pounded by a man most defiantly not her husband.

"Ooooooh FUCK!" Eliza moaned, her head thrown back as she practically screams in pleasure as her vagina consumes the cock buried deep inside her thrusting in and out fast and hard. In and out does she tighten around it in heat as her clit gets abused by a finger flicking it with each thrust.
The curtains remain open in the dining room just a few feet away from where the act is being taken place, easily open for those who peek and witness the sight.
Perhaps she forgotten or maybe she simply doesn't care of her adulterous act in the morning.
Two pale hands grabbed forth her thighs and spread her further apart as hips move faster, Eliza screams, her mouth drooling as her light eyes roll back into her head. "OOooh FUCK YES Morty YES!" She cries out more, grabbing at her chest and playing with her nipples in front of those hungry dark eyes in front of her.
If you looked just in that uncovered window you wouldn't quiet believe the sight of married woman Eliza Pancakes having sex with neighborhood well known married man Mortimer Goth. 
The dark haired gentleman bites his lip as he toss his head back in a might moan as his body tenses and burns, unloading his cum inside the hot tight chambers he remained, whining out as said pussy tightened and came around him, squirting just slightly like a freshly cut juicy fruit.

Mortimer pulled his sensitive member out of Eliza and leaned down to lock lips with her, their hot pants filling each other's mouths and sore throats with hums and moans of pleasure of the afterglow as their tongues roughly twist and slurp the other up as if that's their dying wish as hands grip and fist hair and skin tightly as if separating will kill them.

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Bob's fork hit the plate in front of him and picked at the spaghetti served and made by him and in front of him, a tried from stuck on his face as he glance up from his plate across the dining table to his wife nose deep inside her phone. 

Licking his lips, the man took a chance of starting conversation, "So, how was your day Eliza?" 
Silence. Sighing he glanced left to Iggy eating his noodles and sauce happily, which earned a small smile of joy to the man who just came home from work.
At least the kitchen is clean, He thought.

Across the ways of the neighborhood, the beautifully crafted dark home of the Goth Family estate stands looming as the family too eats super among each other. And much like the dinner in the Pancake's home, it's just as empty and awkward.

Bella glance up to Mortimer, who stares still at his phone with a smile of claims it's his publisher showing him sales of book trends.
As her crimson lips open up to speak, a chair stretched out and their eldest and only daughter, Cassandra, leaves the room after putting her dish in the sink. She glance back to her husband, almost hoping for him to say or do something. But it was just in vein as he texted on his phone, leaving her alone to care for the children emotionally. As always.