I check the invitation card. Right building. My wife Francine grabs my arm as I reach for the buzzer.
“You sure?”
The Fever: Irresistible Surge of Desire
“We talked. You agreed. Best fix for my impotence.”
She sighs. I buzz.
Three months since Laurette confirmed my erectile hell. Retired, I’m twice her age. Our bed caresses satisfy me, not her. She’s tense, hungry for real cock.
No lover. Macho pride revolts. But I insist on watching, joining her pleasure. Internet risks scams. Then, old colleague spills: swingers club saved his marriage. He sponsors us. Friday night, we arrive.
Bouncer checks card. Separate lockers. I badge ‘Michel.’ Francine emerges as ‘Laurette’ – our doctor friend. No panties under her thin dress. I palm her bare ass. She begs me to stay close.
Colleague brings young chick. Signals: not into Francine. Good. Then Joseph approaches. Her age, badge gleaming. She turns away, but trembles.
He slaps his hard cock on her palm. She yanks back. Colleague smooths: first time. Joseph retreats.
Colleague leaves. Panic hits her. Glass shakes. I take it. She crushes against me.
“Kiss me!”
Tongues tangle, hot, wet. Joseph presses her back. She freezes.
“Rassured, miss?”
She buries in my neck. He hikes her dress. Kisses her ass.
“What’s he doing?”
“Lifting my dress… kiss me.”
I devour her mouth. His hands grip her cheeks. Skin burns.
“Tell me.”
“Caressing my ass.”
“Like it?”
“Yes… you mad?”
“Adore you.”
I nip her neck. She jolts.
“His hand… between my thighs!”
Heart hammers. Pulse races in my cock.
“Fingering your pussy?”
“Yes! Oh!”
I unzip. Guide her hand inside. She grips my shaft, peels foreskin.
“His fingers… entering! Aaah!”
The Blaze: Savage, Unfiltered Fucking
She strokes frantic. I throb, rigid after months.
“Not fingers… his cock! Oooh! He’s entering!”
Joseph squats, aims. Thrusts in. She quakes, hand squeezes me.
He pumps. Skin slaps skin. Sweat beads. Her breath hitches.
“Fucks good?”
“Shut up!”
She jerks me to his rhythm. Around us, bodies writhe. Normal here. Her pussy clenches his cock. I hold her up. Pride swells – my dick steel-hard.
She vibrates like newlyweds. Heartbeat syncs ours.
“I love you… aaah!”
She cums, shuddering in my arms. Him? Just tool. Our bubble.
Joseph grunts, speeds. Explodes in condom. Her hand milks my cum, hot spurts.
We pant. He pulls out, bins rubber. She straightens dress, kisses me, rushes to clean.
Relief floods. Success. Next time, naked, private.
She returns glowing. I buy Joseph drink. He offers home: more private.
She hesitates. I push. We follow in our car.
He locks door. Two grins: Bill, blond giant; Jules, smirking runt.
“Intimacy? Open now!”
Joseph swings. I twist arm. Judo pays.
“Unlock or snap!”
They yield. I hurl him. Door slams. We bolt downstairs, drive off safe.
Home, tub steams. She trembles in my arms.
“Over, baby.”
Anger flares: “No more clubs!”
“My fault.”
Eyes soften: “Judo stud.”
We kiss. My cock stirs in her soapy grip. Fades quick. Cum wastes in water.
“Laurette’ll fix. Blood tests Monday.” Her insistence? Secrets?