Bathroom tiles cool under my feet. Roxane’s eyes gleam. Kids gone. Freedom hits hard. Alcohol buzzes in my veins. Dancing close, I felt Ruis’s cock harden against me. Thick. Insistent. Pierre with Roxane, her hand under his shirt. Jealousy spikes, then flips to thrill.
“Swap?” she whispers. Hearts pound. Madness. But my pussy throbs at the idea. Fucking her husband in the dark. Secret. No voices. Just bodies. I nod. “Yes.”
The Awakening Rush
Naked under nightie discarded. I slip into her room. Heart hammers. Door shuts. Black void. Footsteps. Mattress dips. His heat nearby. Breath steady. My hand trembles on his thigh. Smooth skin. Upward. Fingers wrap his cock. Already stiff. From my grind earlier. Mine.
Stroke slow. Vein pulses. Gland swells. Salty bead on tip. Fear mixes with ache. Will I match her skills? Suck deeper. Lips stretch. Tongue swirls. Balls heavy, shaved smooth. His hand guides. Firmer. I kneel. Mouth engulfs. Deeper. Gagging edge.