Lake Isabella house. Autumn dusk. Waves lap the shore. I park hidden, sneak inside. Door ajar. Voices murmur from our bedroom. Heart pounds. Shoes off. Silent steps. Bathroom door. Peek through curtained glass. Shock hits like lightning.
Angelina, my blonde goddess, locks lips with Jeff. My right-hand man. Supposedly en route to Yuma. Tongues tangle. Wet. Hungry. She presses into him. No resistance. Her hands grip his waist. Pulse races in my throat. Stomach twists. But cock stirs.
The Fever
Jeff’s fingers unbutton her blouse. Lace bra falls. Full tits spill out. Firm. He kneads them. Sucks nipples hard. Angelina arches back. Moan escapes. Skin flushes pink. Heat rises. My breath quickens. Jeans tighten. Rage? No. Hunger.
She yanks his polo off. Hand rubs his bulge. Zipper down. Jeans drop. Cock springs free. Thick. Veined. She drops to knees. Mouth engulfs it. Sucks deep. Gagging rhythm. Saliva drips. Jeff groans. Fingers in her hair. Her pussy soaks through panties. He shoves them aside. Thumb on clit. Finger plunges in.
Her hips buck. First orgasm rips through. Body shakes. I grip the sink. Cock throbs painfully. Never seen her like this. Wild. Free. Mine fades. This excites.
He strips her bare. Jupe gone. Panties tossed. They tumble to our bed. Sixty-nine. Her thighs straddle his face. Tongue laps her slit. Fingers probe ass. She bobs furiously on his shaft. Juices glisten. Air thick with musk.
Flip. She’s on back. Legs splay wide. Pussy drips. He aims. She guides him in. Inch by inch. Stretches her. Thrusts pound. Grunts echo. Skin slaps. Sweat beads. She claws his back. Cums again. Screams raw.
The Blaze
Cowgirl now. She rides hard. Tits bounce. Leans in. Tongues duel. Hips grind. He floods her. Cum leaks out. White trails down his cock. They collapse. Glowing. Sated.
I slip out. Hide car. Watch him drive off. Return. Kitchen. Angelina chops veggies. Tense. ‘What did you do today?’ Her face pales. Confesses. First time. Jeff pushed. She fell.
I reveal. I watched. All. Excited me. Grab her. Bedroom. Rip clothes. Same pile. She frees my cock. Sucks like a whore. Deep throat. Eyes locked. I spin her. Bend over bed. Pussy sloppy with his load. Slide in. Mix our cum. Grip hips. Slam deep. She bucks back. Cums hard. I explode. Fill her again.
We talk. Routine killed us. This awakens. Secret fuel. No regrets. New fire burns.
Next day. Office. Jeff hands report. ‘Close the garage door next time.’ His shock. Perfect. Angelina waits at home. Ours now. Hotter.