Hotel lobby buzzes softly. Printer hums in the corner. I settle my bill, coffee scent mixing with my sharp perfume. Boss pulls up outside. No text. He forgot his phone at home. ‘Come on, quick coffee there first.’ I smirk. Perfect detour.
His house. Door ajar. I sip espresso in the living room. Machine hisses. He heads to the bedroom. Curiosity pulls me. Door creaks. His wife, Hélène, sprawled naked. Legs wide. Huge dildo buried in her hairy cunt. She’s trembling, post-orgasm flush. Eyes shut. He slaps her thigh. Rants loud.
The Building Tension
She babbles excuses. Spots me. Dives under covers. I stride in. Yank the quilt off. Her round body exposed. Tits sagging, bush dripping. Voice husky: ‘Your wife’s a depraved slut. Punish her. Get rope.’ His eyes widen. But he goes. Garage clatter.
I grab the plastic ruler from his desk. Smack her thigh. Crack echoes. She curls up. Whimpers. Tears well. ‘Your husband’s not always nice, but no excuse for this. Time for punishment, girl.’ She sobs. He returns with thick cord. I call the factory. ‘Flat tire. Hour delay.’ Phone clicks shut.
‘Tie her face down.’ He does. Wrists, ankles to bedposts. I wedge pillow under her hips. Ass up. Puckered hole, wet slit exposed. Ruler cracks fesses. Red welts bloom. She yelps when it slips between thighs. Drool trickles. White froth leaks from her cunt.
Her clit’s swollen. I pinch. She moans. Dip fingers in her juice. Smear her asshole. Push one in. Then two. Pump slow. Her ass clenches, pulses. She geins soft.
The Raw Explosion
‘Your turn.’ He hesitates. ‘With your cock, idiot. Fuck her ass!’ He lubes in her soppy pussy. Presses to her ring. Inches in. She gasps, breath ragged. His groans build.
I straddle her face. Shaved pussy to her mouth. ‘Lick.’ She wrinkles nose. Slap her cheek. Red mark stays. Tongue darts out. Timid laps. Then hungry. Slurps fill room. ‘Filthy whore. Licks like a pro. Only women know.’
I grind. He thrusts. Grunts raw. Pulls out. Spurts hot ropes across her back. Endless jets. I cum steady, controlled. She’s soaked the pillow.
We untie her. She slumps. Bathroom rinse. Water runs. Back in room. She’s limp. ‘Punishment’s just starting. Dinner ready tonight. Good one, or else…’ Threat hangs. Eyes promise more.
We dress sharp. Suits crisp. Perfume lingers with coffee. Car keys jingle. Off to factory. Act normal. Heart races. Pro face on. Secret thrill burns.