Nights after vacation. Back home. Kids asleep. Wife snoring beside me. Heart pounds. I sneak the camcorder from the shelf. Rewind. Empty tapes for days. Just silence. Door slams. Muffled voices. Nothing in our bed. Frustration builds. But tonight… jackpot.
She struts in. Nearly naked. Black garter belt. Seamed stockings. Ass and tits bare. Wiggling hips. A pear-tipped tube dangles from her cheeks. Anal plug. Stuffed full. She loves it. Sits on our bed edge. Neighbor enters. Buck naked. Cock raging. Thick as my wrist. Long as her forearm.
The Awakening Rush
Excitement surges. Cock twitches. Shame floods. I hit play. Stroke slow.
She licks his tip. Quick flicks. Wet. Slathers her tits. Tongue up shaft. Sucks balls. Bites gentle. Opens wide. Wider than I dreamed. Lies. No gag reflex for me.
Gulps half. Lips stretch. Sucks hard. Jaw aches. Tears stream. Fingers her clit. Moans around meat. Tugs his sack. Milks it. He grins. Eyes on red lips sliding.
“Not enough in your ass, slut? Need fat cock down throat too. Suck while hubby’s working. Pump it, whore.”
Quarter hour. She worships. He holds. Pulls out. “Fuck time.”
She spreads. Legs wide. He slams deep. Hits cervix. Hoists legs over shoulders. Deeper. Grabs pear. Pumps plug. Inflates. Rectum balloons. Pussy clamps tighter. She screams. “Too good!”
Pinches tits rough. “Harder!” She begs. Cums wild. Eyes roll. “Fill me! Breed me! Ovulating! Pump womb full!” He unloads. Deep blasts. She milks every drop. “Full… pregnant… yes!”
I spurt on floor. Tiny load. Shame burns. But cock hard again.
The Forbidden Act
Fast forward. They stir. “Bath time, pet. Remove plug. Piss ready. Half liter. You’ll gape.” She blushes. Knows drill.
He grabs her phone. “Call hubby.” To landing. Door open. On all fours. Ass high. Toward stairs. Slaps echo. Hard. Irregular. She yelps. Students above. Risk thrills.
“Louder!” Filming.
“Sandrine X. Teacher at Saint-François. Choir girl.” Spanks. “Love spankings. Shame. Neighbors see. Excites.”
“Ass licker too?”
“Yes! Tongue in ass! Like bitch sniffing male.” Crawls. He hard again. “My friends know you. Choir buddies. Will fuck you. Sing while bred.”
Bathroom silence. I imagine. Finger my ass first time. Squeeze balls. Cum instant. Shame peaks.
Later. His PC. Keys left. Folders burst. Pics. Vids. Chats. Proof galore. Breeding real? Fantasy? Doesn’t matter. Cock throbs. Back to normal life. Kiss her goodnight. Secret fire burns. Crave more. Hide it all. Thrill owns me.