Twenty years married to Sophie. Our sex life? Dead. I crave her daily, she’s indifferent. But my fantasy—her with another man—sparks something. At Les Deux Magots, she locks eyes with him. Arrogant prick in a suit, staring her down. Her nipples harden when I mention him. Heart pounds. I push. ‘Give him your number. Meet tomorrow.’ She blushes, slips him the card. Fingers linger. Her ass sways as she walks away. That night, she offers her tits. ‘Suck them like a greedy kid.’ I devour her nipple, hard and sweet. But she’s thinking of him. I jerk off in the bathroom, cock throbbing to the image.
Next day, she’s primed. Skirt slit high, no bra, T-shirt hugging her curves. Nipples poke through. Men stare. We split. I sit nearby, hidden. She approaches his table. Smiles. Chemistry crackles. They hold hands. She whispers in his ear. They leave, arm in arm. His fingers graze her ass crack. I follow, pulse racing. They duck into a porch. Tongues tangle sloppy, hands everywhere. ‘Upstairs, too public here,’ he says. No—her voice: ‘Fuck me here on the carpet.’
The Awakening Rush
I sprint up, hide in the recess. Old Paris building, creaky elevator grate. They tumble out, frantic. She yanks his belt, pants drop. His cock springs free—thick, veined, hard as fuck. She drops to knees, moans, ‘God, it’s huge.’ Gobbles it deep, slurping wet. Spit drips. He grabs her hair, face-fucks her. Gags echo. She stands, hikes skirt. No panties. Pussy shaved, glistening. ‘Take me now.’ He spins her, bends her over. Slams in raw. She gasps, ‘Yes, fuck!’ Carpet burns her knees as he pounds. Ass cheeks ripple. Wet slaps fill the air. Her tits bounce free, nipples scraped raw. ‘Harder, stretch me!’ she begs. I stroke my dick silently, pre-cum oozing. Jealous fire, cock aches. He grunts, grips her hips, rails deeper. She cums first—shudders, juices squirt. ‘Filling me!’ He explodes inside, seed dripping down her thighs.
They straighten clothes, kiss soft. She glances up—sees me? No, walks out glowing. I slip away, heart hammering. Later, home. She showers, pussy sore. ‘Great coffee,’ she teases. I fuck her that night, her imagining him. Secret thrill binds us tighter. The forbidden pulse. I came watching my wife get bred. Won’t stop now.