Our house. Guest room door creaks open late night. Heart pounds. Lionel’s there, blindfolded, hands tied to the headboard. His slut rides him reverse, ass slamming down, pussy devouring his thick cock. Sweat glistens on her perfect skin—long legs, perky tits, velvet curves. She spots me. Doesn’t stop. Grins wicked. Waves me closer. Pulse races. Door clicks shut. Her tongue invades my mouth, hot saliva mixing. Peignoir falls open. Fingers plunge into my soaked cunt. I spread wider. She finger-fucks hard, thumb grinding my clit. Orgasm hits like lightning. Shame burns, but eyes lock on his veiny shaft, throbbing, huge.
She kneels, sucks him deep, eyes daring me. I strip. Press against her back. Pinch her nipples. Finger her tight, dripping hole. She grabs my hand, wraps it around his burning meat. Blindfold hides his eyes. I stroke. Taste. Suck. Tongue swirls gland. He groans—knows it’s me? She rims my ass, fingers curl inside. I squirt on her hand, shame floods again. Flee to bed, his cum grunts echoing.
The Fever
Days blur. Obsessed. Husband fucks me, but I see Lionel’s cock. Next night, kitchen thirst pulls me. He’s naked, dick swinging soft. Eyes sad. Sits on table. My gaze drops. It twitches, swells, hardens. Heart hammers. No escape. Peignoir drops. Press against him. Grip his pulsing rod. He latches onto my right tit—most sensitive. Sucks hard. I arch, flood wet. Bend over counter, ass out. Begging.
The Blaze
The Blaze. He leaps. Rams in. Perfect fit—stretches, fills deep. Has to force last inch. Slaps my ass. Balls smack thighs. Waves build fast. Grabs hips, then tits. Pounds ruthless. Right nipple twisted. I shatter. Scream wild, lost. He unloads inside, hot jets flooding womb. Cum drips. Shame surges. Wipe with paper towel. Husband waits by door. Smiles tender. Kisses me. Lionel presses behind, hands on ass. Cock rubs slick thighs. Almost hard again. Want more. Crave it.
The Cendres. His bitch vanishes. Lionel’s cock? Mine now. Anytime. Door barely shut. Husband watches or joins. Tie him blind. He binds me. Last night, tongue devours my pussy. Expert swirls, sucks clit. Who? Husband? Lionel? Don’t care. Skin still tingles. Pulse echoes that first thrust. Control gone. Danger fuels fire. Total. Devouring. Mine forever.