Bathroom door swings open. There she is, my wife, sunk in the tub. Tits floating high, nipples rock-hard. Hand buried between her thighs, rubbing furious. Phone blasts the President’s voice—’We’re at war.’ Her pussy clenches to his words. She’s dripping, lost in it. I freeze. Cock twitches instantly. Rage mixes with lust. She’s ignored my hard-ons for weeks. Now this? Him? Fuck that.
I storm in, pants down. Dick raging, veins pulsing. Slide it against her neck—her weak spot. She glances, smirks like I’m nothing. Keeps fingering, two digits deep in her slick hole. Matches his speech rhythm. Breath hitching. I grind harder. She grabs my shaft, no love, just pumps. Cold efficiency. Memories flood: her ass cheeks spread, pussy lips swallowing me. Tight ring yielding to my thrust. Balls tighten. She speeds her clit rub. We sync—her moans, my grunts. She cums first, hips bucking to ‘Vive la France.’ I unload ropes on her neck, shoulder. Hot spurts. She growls, annoyed. I bolt. Need air. Fuck confinement.
The Awakening Rush
Attestation in pocket—yogurts as cover. Sneak to the lake path. Voices ahead. Naturist beach. Peek: curvy MILF, mid-40s, skirt hiked, tits out. Circle drawn—one meter rule. Fingers in cunt, tweaking nipples. Two guys jerk off at distance. She narrates filthy: ‘My pussy’s soaking, clit throbbing, juices dripping.’ Pushes them over. They spurt in sand. She shudders, cums hard. Spots me. ‘Too late, I came.’ Grins. Tells her my wife’s prez kink. Laughs. ‘Come tomorrow.’ Hope sparks.
Forbidden Beach Release
Next dawn, sofa-slept, wife glued to TV replay. Slip out. She’s there, under blanket. ‘Con-finement’ scrawled around her. Slides cover: nude, tits full, dark nipples stiff. Thinks of me, she says. Points to gay dudes fucking at distance—young stud balls-deep in ass. We strip slow. My cock springs free, thick, leaking. She flips, ass up. Perfect cheeks, dark crack, wet slit. I stroke, describe. She moans, fingers plunging. ‘Want your tongue there, cock splitting me.’ Edge closer. Describe her holes. She cums, squirting waves. Flips, spreads pussy. Feet together—makes a fuck-slot. I thrust in. Squeeze tight. Pinch my nips, finger my taint. She circles clit. I erupt, flooding her soles, calves. She squirts again, gushing clear floods. We pant, spent.
She reveals: doc, hotel-bound, stress valve. Kisses air. Gone next days. Weeks later, news: female GP dead from COVID. Her? Hope she died smiling, my cum trails on her mind. Secret thrill lingers. Confinement broke us open. Transgression tastes best forbidden. Libido wins wars.