The suburban house glows under night lights. I park across the street, heart pounding like a drum in my chest. Kids play nearby earlier, now silence. My skin prickles, pulse racing. Am I ready for this libertine plunge? Agnes invited me late, but the pull is magnetic. I hesitate, thighs clenching at memories of Pascal’s cock splitting me open with his wife watching.
I step out, heels clicking on pavement. Dress hugs my curves, no bra, nipples hard against silk. Door opens. Agnes in a robe, smiles wicked. ‘Better late than never.’ She drops the robe—naked, skin gleaming. ‘Undress. Mask on.’ Everyone masked but hosts. Stairs up to attic loft, beams exposed, air thick with moans.
The Fever
Crowd writhes. Naked bodies grind. A woman sucks cock hungrily. Another bounces on a shaft, tits slapping. But center stage steals breath: woman bound wrists to ceiling, blindfolded, ball gag stretching lips, nipple clamps chained to collar. Pascal trails flogger over her skin. Crack! She arches, body taut, sweat beading.
‘Okay?’ Pascal asks. She nods fiercely, cambers ass out. Another lash on kidneys. Muffled growl escapes gag. My core throbs. Heat floods pussy. Who is she? Birthday surprise from her husband, Agnes whispers, leaving me.
Man approaches her, whispers. She nods. Pascal unhooks arms, keeps gag, blindfold. Guides her to couch where seated man strokes his thick erection. She kneels blind, hands questing thighs, finds cock, mounts slow. Folds swallow him inch by inch. Heart hammers in my ears. Skin burns.
Voice behind: ‘Beautiful, isn’t it?’ Georges. My ex-friend’s husband. Panic spikes, but mask hides me. I shush him silent. We watch. Another man lubes up, positions behind. Her ass yields, double-penetrated. She bucks, gagged grunts rising. Georges presses close, cock rigid against my back. Breath hot on neck.
The Blaze
His hands roam—shoulder, hip. I freeze, then crave. Hand back, grip his throbbing girth. Can’t encircle it. He growls low. Fingers invade my soaked slit. I bend over couch edge, legs spread. Gland nudges entrance. No condom—tests clear. He thrusts. Fills me brutal, belly slapping ass. Heart explodes, veins pulse fire.
Pascal circles couch, removes gag. Saliva drips. She lunges for his cock, throat it deep. Three holes stuffed. She thrashes in ecstasy. Georges hammers me savage, hand muffling cries. His wife’s birthday gangbang fuels his rage-fuck. My walls clench, milking him. Orgy erupts—cums everywhere, roars blending mine.
He swells, unloads deep. Hot jets paint cervix. Legs quake, I shatter, juices gush. Collapse forward, spent. Skin slick, heart slowing to thunder. Unique blaze consumed me. Secret burned eternal.
Weeks later, lunch with Jeanne. Champagne bubbles. She beams. ‘Georges surprised me.’ Details pour: bound, flogged, triple-fucked at Pascal’s. I smile. ‘I know. I was there. While they wrecked you, your husband wrecked me.’ Her eyes widen. Pulse quickens again.