Paul flips open the tablet. Photos from the wedding flood the screen. It’s been over a month. My heart skips. We’re in our living room, coffee scent lingering, printer humming faintly in his home office down the hall. Click. Click. Guests laughing. Then us at the table. Fleur and Marc, so young, so close.
‘You danced a lot with her.’ Paul’s voice low, teasing. Photos scroll. Me with Fleur, bodies close in slows. Her arms around me. Heat rises in my core. ‘Jealous?’ I snap. He chuckles. Door to kitchen clicks shut as I fetch wine.
The Building Tension
Days later, he’s distant. Work calls. I push memories down. Fleur’s tongue on my pussy in the park. Marc’s cock deep in my throat at dawn. My white panties, stolen, fetish fuel. But Paul’s loving. Plans our anniversary getaway. House near La Rochelle. Kids at mom’s.
We arrive. ‘Dress sexy, no bra.’ My lace panties slide on, memories flooding. Tight dress hugs curves. Evening club. Loud bass thumps like office printer jams. Perfume mixes with sweat. Then her voice: ‘Lucie!’ Fleur, green wig, bustier, wild. Marc grins. Paul orchestrated this?
Back home. Champagne pops. Music plays—jazz, slows. Door locks with a click. We dance. Paul with Fleur. Me with Marc, his hands firm. Talk turns dirty. Strip games. ‘Nothing hotter than two women,’ Paul says. My stomach drops. He knows.
Lights dim. Slow with Fleur. Her body molds to mine. Thighs grind. Nipples harden. Paul behind me. Fingers under dress. Panties yanked down. ‘Gift for you, Fleur.’ He hands them over. She kisses me. Tongue invades. Clothes shed. Naked grind.
The Wild Explosion
I collapse on rug. 69 bliss. Her pussy on my mouth, juices flow. Tongue flicks my clit. Moans echo. Paul watches, bulge growing. Orgasms crash. Sweet nectar floods.
Fleur pulls me up. ‘Game time.’ Blindfolds on men. Kisses. Switches. I suck Paul’s cock, hard as steel. Fleur takes over. Chevelure betrays me. Marc’s next, thick shaft down throat.
Bedroom. Condoms roll on. Straddle them. Fleur on Paul, me on Marc. Eyes lock with Paul’s. Hand reaches. Love. Rhythm syncs. Fleur kisses me over Marc’s face.
Paul’s hands on my tits. Fingers probe ass. Lube. Double entry. Marc in pussy, Paul in ass. Stuffed full. Stretch burns sweet. Slow rocks build. Paul pounds. Cum floods my bowels. Trigger. I ride Marc furious. Clit rubs. Squirt gushes. Marc erupts.
Cocks soften, slip out. Holes gape, creamy. Fleur cuddles. Soft tits. Bi heaven. Paul smiles. No regrets. Secret shared. Life forever changed.