I ring Laurent’s doorbell on that crisp Wednesday afternoon, October 22nd. Heart pounding. My son’s napping at mom’s. Lie about shopping. Nadine opens the door. Her eyes cold, knowing. She nods upstairs. No words. My pussy twitches already. Revenge simmers hot.
Laurent waits in the bedroom. Same one from that drunken night. He pulls me close. Whispers I’m stunning. Clothes slip off slow. His hands everywhere. Lips on my neck. Fingers tease my slick folds. I gasp. He eats me out like a pro. Tongue circling my clit. Fingers curling inside. I cum hard, thighs shaking. Again. He fucks me gentle, condom on. Fills it deep. I leave buzzing. Promise next week. Tests? Hell yes. Skin on skin next time.
The Awakening
October 29th. I’m soaked before I leave home. No sex with Jean-Marc for weeks. Starved. Knock on the door. Nadine again. I flaunt my lab results like a slut trophy. She eyes my slutty lingerie under the coat. Jean-Marc’s gift. Ultimate fuck you.
Upstairs. No games. I drop to knees. Suck Laurent’s thick cock. Balls in mouth. Deep throat. Gagging wet. He groans. Pushes me off. Lies back. I straddle. Guide him in bare. Raw heat. Ride hard. Tits bouncing. His hands twist nipples. Pain-pleasure spike.
Nadine at the door. Watching. ‘Your wife’s here,’ I hiss. Laurent grins. ‘Good. Let her see.’ Calls her closer. Naked now. On the bed. I cum screaming. His load floods me. I clean his cock. Sloppy mix.
He orders her: ‘Suck her clean.’ Her tongue laps my cum-filled pussy. Fingers too. Shocks me electric. First girl tongue. I lift hips. Grind. Laurent hard again. ‘Anal?’ Yes. Jean-Marc taught me. Vengeance.
The Act
Nadine rims me. Tongue probes tight hole. Finger in. Loosens. I doggy up. Ass high. Begging. Laurent grips hips. Pushes in slow. Stretches. Burns good. Balls deep. Fucks steady. Nadine licks my clit. Fingers pussy. Double stuffed. I explode. Scream. He unloads in my ass. Hot jets.
Collapse. Her face cum-streaked. We part slick, spent.
Forgot my coat. Return. Door ajar. Hear them. ‘Perfect. She’s hooked. Jean-Marc next. Full swap.’ My blood freezes. Manipulated. From the start. Elevator fuck? Setup. All lies.
Confront. Rage. But truth hits: I loved it. Craved it. No force. I chose. They spill: Swingers. Wanted us four. I stormed in perfect timing.
Leave shattered. Days spin. Fury to fire. Jean-Marc begs sex. I deny. He snaps: ‘I’ll fuck elsewhere.’ Click. I call Laurent. ‘Nadine, seduce him. Plan on.’ Secret thrill surges. I’m hooked on the forbidden. Ass still aches deliciously. Wednesdays mine now. No regrets. Just hunger.