Fresh from the shower, towel clinging to my damp skin, Bernard bursts in from squash. His hands roam under the fabric, peeling it away. My heart quickens. ‘Dress sexy,’ he growls, picking a lacy bustier, short pleated skirt like a kilt, garter belt, stockings. I add a push-up bra and tiny Aubade thong. Heels stretch my legs. Then, that wicked gleam: my anal plug. ‘Wear it. Prep that ass for adventure.’ Bent over the dresser, skirt hiked, thong down, cool lube hits my hole. He slides it in deep. Pulse racing, we drive to the restaurant.
Christophe waits, champagne chilling. Table in a cozy corner. Chat flows, orders placed. Bernard probes: ‘What drew you to my married wife?’ Christophe blushes, admits my femininity, open marriage rumors. Bernard grins, outs my Geisha balls. ‘Put them in, babe.’ Toilets quick: slick pussy swallows them. Back, heat building. He asks my panties. ‘Aubade thong.’ ‘Nothing under a kilt!’ Heart hammers. Table shields us. Skirt up, fingers hook the lace. Lift cheeks, slide it down thighs, over heels. Bernard snatches it, drapes it on the table. Server arrives, eyes lock on the thong, then me. I flush crimson, pussy bare, plug pressing, balls vibrating with every shift.
The Fever
Dessert done, Christophe invites us home. In his driveway, Bernard unzips my skirt. It pools at my ankles. Bare-assed on the lit porch, street risk spiking adrenaline. Inside, skirt and jacket off, just bustier, garters, stockings, plug winking. Kitchen fetch: his eyes devour my jeweled ass. Champagne poured, I serve, their gazes scorching my skin. Bernard strips my bustier, unhooks bra. Naked now, tits heaving. They pounce: kisses, caresses. Pulse thunders.
They lay me on the sofa. Four hands roam: nipples pinched hard, belly trailed by lips. Bernard kisses ankles up thighs, skips pussy. Christophe sucks tits. Fingers tease lips, circle clit. Tongue dives: sucking, swirling. Orgasm crashes, clit exploding.
Christophe yanks Geisha balls, thrusts cock deep. I gasp, eyes on Bernard watching that shaft stretch me. He pounds, pussy clenching. ‘Bernard, he’s making me cum!’ Waves hit, insatiable. Doggy: Christophe reams pussy, Bernard in mouth. Double stuffed, I shatter again.
The Blaze
Cowgirl on Christophe: grind clit on pubis, then bounce. Bernard throat-fucked. Fingers toy plug. Pull it: Bernard lubes, fingers ass. Then his cock breaches. Double penetrated: pussy and ass filled. I ride wild, dictating rhythm. ‘Fuck me deep! Cum inside!’ Explosions sync, flooding me.
Bathroom rinse. Back, chat libertine clubs. Fingers drift to clit. They stroke cocks hard. Bernard eats me: clit, pussy, ass slicked. ‘Fuck my pussy!’ He slams in. Then ass. Whisper: ‘Reverse DP.’ Christophe sits, I impale ass on his cock, reverse. Bernard fronts pussy. Sandwich: cocks grind through thin wall. Orgasms chain, Bernard floods cunt. Levrette anal finish: Christophe erupts.
Champagne toasts. Skin still fever-hot, bodies spent. Dressed, we leave, secrets sealed. Heart slowing, bliss lingers.