Saturday evening in our apartment living room. Air thick with anticipation. Roxane struts in, her tight skirt hugging those killer curves. No bra under the blazer. Her heavy 95C tits strain the fabric, nipples hardening as she bends forward. ‘Does your wife make you hard?’ she teases me. My cock twitches. ‘Especially knowing it’s for another man’s dick.’
Doorbell rings. Christophe stands there, flowers in hand. Tall, muscled brunette. Eyes flicker with memory of the elevator trap. I usher him in. Roxane appears, all smiles. ‘Kiss our guest,’ I say. Their lips brush. Sparks fly.
The Fever: Desire Ignites
Champagne flows. She sits opposite, legs parting just enough. Thigh-highs peek out, then the lace of her tiny panties. Her blonde bush shadows through the sheer fabric. Christophe’s gaze locks on. Heart pounds. Mine races too. I pour more bubbly. Roxane leans for her glass—blazer gaps, full breast exposed, pink nipple erect. His cheeks flush. My cock stiffens.
Music starts. I pull her into a slow dance. Hands slide down her back, grip those plump ass cheeks. My hard-on grinds her thigh. She rubs back, heat building. I spin her, hike her skirt an inch. Christophe watches, bulge growing in his pants. Our tongues tangle. Saliva mixes, breaths hot and ragged.
I break away. ‘Dance with her. I’ll grab more champagne.’ Kitchen view: his hands on her ass now, kneading. Faces close. Lips crash. Tongues duel. My cock out, stroking slow. Pulse hammers.
Roxane’s hand cups his bulge. ‘Fuck, what a cock.’ She unzips him. Thick shaft springs free—20cm monster, veins throbbing. She pumps it fast. He hikes her skirt, fingers digging into flesh. Pussy drips, soaking lace.
The Blaze: Raw Possession
She shoves him onto the couch. Skirt up, panties off. Shaved? No, that sexy blonde tuft framing swollen lips. Fingers plunge in, slick sounds echo. She masturbates furiously, juices glistening. He jerks his meat, eyes wild.
The Inferno erupts. Her mouth engulfs him—lips stretch around girth. She sucks deep, gagging. Saliva drips. I charge back. Cock raging. ‘You slut! Craving dick? You’ll get two all night.’ I ram into her sopping pussy from behind. She howls around his shaft.
Thrusts savage. Her walls clench my cock, milking. Christophe face-fucks her, balls slapping chin. Sweat pours. Hearts thunder. Skin burns. She fingers her clit, body quaking. I switch—probe her ass. Tight ring yields. ‘Take it deep, whore.’ He groans, hips bucking.
69 frenzy earlier flashes—her fountain squirt, my exploding load. Now tripled. Pounding alternates: pussy, ass, mouth. Grunts, slurps, flesh slapping. Climax builds. Her orgasm hits—body convulses, screams muffled. Christophe unloads first, flooding her throat. Cum overflows, she gulps greedily. I bury deep in her ass, erupt. ‘Fuck! Take my seed, bitch!’ Jets pulse, filling her.
We collapse. Bodies slick, heaving. Skin fever-hot, marked by bites, handprints. Christophe’s cum on her chin. My seed leaks from her holes. Hearts slow. Gaze locks—shared fire, no regrets. This was the edge. Our swinging world begins. More to come.