In our marital bedroom, heart pounding like a war drum, I sink into the armchair at the foot of the bed. Robert strides in, tall, athletic, cologne sharp as his grin. Louise glows, eyes hungry. Seven years of routine ash, now this blaze. He praises me, the ‘understanding husband.’ Bullshit. His hug lingers too long on her. They stand by the bed, bodies electric.
Their lips crash. Not a peck—a devouring kiss. Tongues tangle, wet and fierce. Breath quickens, chests heaving. Skin flushes hot under shirts. Heart races in my throat. She melts into him, hands clawing his back. Pulse thunders in my ears. Fabric whispers off—blouse unbuttons, revealing lace bra straining over full breasts. His shirt rips open, exposing muscled chest dusted with hair. Sweat beads already, air thick with musk.
The Fever
He grips her breast, frees it. Nipple hardens under his thumb. She moans into his mouth, hips grinding. Clothes puddle at their feet. Her skirt hikes, panties damp. His pants drop, cock springing free—thick, veined, purple head glistening. She presses against it, thighs parting, rubbing her heat along his shaft. Skin on skin sizzles. My cock twitches traitorously, jealousy boiling blood hotter.
She drops to knees, eyes flicking to me—’You okay, darling?’ Voice trembles with need. He smirks, hand on her head. Lips part, engulf him. Slow slide, cheeks hollow. Gland stretches her mouth, tears well as it hits throat. He groans, ‘Suck the tip, my love.’ My love? Gut twists. She obeys, tongue swirling, saliva dripping. Heart hammers—rage and lust collide.
They flip to sixty-nine on our sheets. Her pussy lips swollen, slick with arousal, hover over his face. He dives in, tongue lashing clit. She bucks, muffling moans around his cock. Fingers probe—hers stroking balls, his plunging deep. Râles rise: ‘Oh!’ ‘Han!’ Wet smacks echo. Bodies writhe, sweat-slick skin slapping. Her ass clenches, juices trail down thighs. His hips thrust up, fucking her throat. Pleasure builds, frantic.
The Blaze
He rises, knees between her plump thighs. Cock poised at her dripping entrance. Lifts her feet high. Gland nudges vulva, parting lips. She reaches for my hand—’Hold me, chéri.’ Eyes lock, pleading. He whispers, ‘Ready, love of my life? I love you too much to hurt. Say you want me inside.’
Snap. I explode from the chair, shove him off. Cock flops out with a wet pop. He sprawls, stunned. She gasps. I whip out the concierge’s list—dates, furious husbands. ‘Your conquests, Robert.’ Her face drains, then flames. She slugs him. ‘Bastard, you swore!’
Chaos cools to embers. Skin still fever-hot, breaths ragged. Her body glistens, nipples peaked, pussy gaping empty. His dick wilts under my glare. Shame floods her eyes, but that raw hunger lingers. My heart slows, cock deflates. We’ve danced on the edge—total surrender inches away. Jealousy scars deep, but the fire? Unforgettable. Skin tingles, pulse echoes the almost. No ashes—just smoldering vigilance.