Friday afternoon. Parked in my car, heart pounding. Waiting for Capucine, my buddy’s hot wife. She’s ditching her vanilla life for this. SMS sent: I’m here. She struts up, short black coat hugging curves, stockings, stilettos clicking. Door opens, she slides in. Lips crash on mine, hungry. ‘Gotta go quick, people know me here.’ I gun it. She slouches low, hiding.
‘Spread your thighs.’ She smirks, unbuttons coat. Smooth shaved pussy, garter belt framing it. No panties. Fingers dive in, slick already. She’s dripping. ‘Hubby’s good?’ ‘You saw him Tuesday. Friends fucking his wife? Wild.’ I finger her deeper, she moans soft.
The Awakening Rush
Pull into C&C lot, back corner, secluded industrial edge. Two cars wait. Ten minutes early. Recline seat. ‘Suck me. Theme’s blowjobs today.’ Cock out, hard. Tongue flicks tip, then deepthroats. Balls tight. I grope her ass, find wet slit, rub hard. Guy walks by, sees her head bobbing, thumbs up. Honks leaving. She startles, dives back.
Phone rings. Contacts inbound. Two guys, not three. Pussy chickened out. ‘She’s sucking me now.’ They arrive, watch her work. We step out. Under tree, hidden. ‘Drop coat, squat wide, suck ’em.’ She strips, lingerie only: shelf bra thrusting saggy tits, stockings taut. Kneels, legs spread, pussy gleaming. Cocks out. She alternates: suck one, jerk other. Swallows first load. ‘Good whore swallows.’ Second blasts throat. They reload, she drains again. Jaw aches, but she grins, cum-glazed lips.
Back in car? No. Swipe keycard. Room booked. ‘Enter naked.’ At door, she hesitates. Coat off, lingerie slut exposed. Push inside. Five naked guys, cocks ready. ‘Six total. More coming.’ Door knocks: parking duo. ‘She drained us outside, swallows all.’ Now seven circle her.
The Raw Frenzy Unleashed
She spins, kisses glands, kneels on pillow. Sucks deep, jerks rest. Hands roam: tits squeezed, nipples twisted. One face-fucks: ‘Love cock, slut?’ Cums hard, she gulps. Next. Doubles up, mouth stretched. Swallows wave after wave. Photos snap. She vids seven loads, face dripping.
They rally for round two. On bed, she services. Cocks slap skin, cum paints body. One aims pussy—I stop him. Deal’s mouth only. She savors flavors: thick ropes, watery spurts. Body slick, shining.
Last guy gone. She’s sprawled, spent. ‘Pro slut.’ Kiss her sticky cheek. ‘Hubby misses this.’ Mount her, slide into soaked cunt. Possessive thrust. ‘Finger yourself.’ She does, nails graze me. I explode inside, claiming her. Others fed mouth; mine owns pussy. She cums, quivering.
Cuddled now. ‘First time? Epic. More coming.’ She smirks: ‘Appetizer.’ Secret thrill pulses. Back to normal life, but this burns forever. Forbidden fire.