I slammed the phone down, tears stinging. Tenth unanswered call to Anna. That bitch ghosted me after our wild fuck. Office smiles hid our secret. I hated my craving. Drove home raging. Hubby called – dinner date? Sweet. Touched. Guilty as fuck for cheating.
Showered fast. Short skirt, sheer blouse. Slipped on his birthday gift: black thong. Felt slutty. Dinner divine. Champagne buzz. Foot under table stroked his cock hard through pants. He grinned, eyes hungry.
The Burning Urge
Home, door barely shut, he pinned me to wall. Savage kiss. Hands yanked skirt up. Thong aside, fingers plunged my dripping cunt. God, soaked. Never this wet. He dropped pants, cock throbbing. ‘Turn around,’ he growled. Bent over, skirt hiked, thong down thighs. Gland nudged my slit. Slow thrust in. Moaned loud. Kneaded my tits. Pounded steady. Then thumb on my asshole. Pushed in knuckle-deep. Shocked but came hard, walls clenching. He unloaded deep, cum dripping down legs. ‘I love you,’ he whispered. Shower hid my shame.
Weekend normal. Then 9pm SMS: ‘Tomorrow office skirt, no panties.’ Heart raced. Cocky teen thought I’d obey? Deleted it. Slept fitful.
Monday meeting. Lingered. Alone. Her smug grin. ‘Wearing skirt?’ ‘Maybe.’ Tease. Her eyes scanned. ‘Panties?’ ‘Kangaroo slip!’ Laughed. ‘Love it. Lunch at mine?’
Pulse hammered. Wanted her. Hubby flashed. But pussy throbbed. ‘OK.’ Sealed fate.
Her apartment. Defiant stare. ‘Lift skirt.’ Firm. Hesitated. Body screamed yes. Her deal: she strips, I lift 5cm per piece. Game on. Blouse off, bra teasing heavy tits. Lifted. Skirt mid-thigh. Bra gone, full rack out. Higher, thighs bare. Thong dropped – naked pussy. Lifted to hips, slit exposed. She’d ditched panties at lunch too. Juicy smooth.
She fingered herself. ‘Wet?’ ‘Check.’ Kneeled, breath hot. Tongue flicked clit. Sucked lips. Moaned into wall. Licked hood, perfect rhythm. Knees buckled. ‘No!’ Stayed up. Nibbled clit, vacuumed it. Exploded, squirting her face.
Bedroom. Her legs spread, blonde bush glistening. ‘Lick me quick.’ Dove in. Tasted heaven. 69’d frantic. Tongues buried, fingers hooked. She clawed bra off. Fucked her G-spot hard. She arched, screaming orgasm.
Raw Surrender
‘Begged more.’ Vibrator buzzed. Teased lips, clit, rimmed ass. Rammed pussy. Came shaking.
Cuddled. Selfie – faces close, tits bare. Gave her thong trophy. Left bare under skirt.
Weeks of stolen fucks. Normal with Didier.
Friday tension. Her SMS: ‘Archives.’ Dragged in. Wild kiss. Fingers in sopping hole. Fucked standing against wall. Came biting shoulder.
Upstairs office. Stripped. Demanded spanking. Slapped ass red. Ate her asshole while she fisted cunt. Howled climax.
Ghosted again. Monday: she quit for USA. Phone dead.
Home early. Didier’s face stone. Brown envelope. My thong. Selfie print. ‘Explain.’ Night of screams, tears. Busted.