My Private Locker Secret: Watching My Wife Get Fucked by Our Friend
I unlock my private locker now. The one in my mind where I stash the filthiest secret. Heart pounding. Adrenaline surges as I spill it. That night in our Saint-Brieuc house. End of summer. Benoît is me. Constance my wife. André our old colleague. Ninon his friend, freshly dumped.
We’d drank too much. Laughter flowed. Then André suggests strip-poker. Alcohol blurs edges. No one objects. Clothes peel off. Soon we’re all naked. Cross-legged on the floor. Ninon’s petite, teen-like body. Small tits, tight ass. Constance fuller. Firm butt, heavy breasts swaying, wide areolas. André’s cock hangs thick.
The Opening: Breaking the Lock
He asks her to dance. She rises, tits bouncing free. Music starts. They press close. His hand cups her pale breast. Squeezes slow, confident. She grinds her belly on his. Lips meet. Hungry kiss. His fingers dive to her bush, find her clit. Her ass clenches against him.
Electrocuted. My wife, cheating live. Not abstract anymore. Her body yields. Breasts offered. Cunt teased. Eyes meet mine. Not defiant. Indifferent. Pure lust. My cock hardens. Betrayed yet throbbing.
I pull Ninon close. Hands roam her small ass, pinch a tiny tit. She kisses clumsy. Grinds her smooth mound on me. But then Constance leads André to our bed. Hand in hand. Eyes down. Tits thrust out. Knife in gut. I wilt.
Ninon suggests the couch. She sucks me. Licks balls. Fingers my ass. Nothing. Jealousy freezes me. She quits, pissed. I peek in bedroom. Them kissing. His hands own her tits, her slit. She strokes his shaft gentle.
I demand my bed. They yield. André to couch. Me with Constance. Her pussy soaked. I finger it. She pushes me off. ‘Not now. André wants me.’ She grabs robe, half-open. Leaves for him.
The Intimacy: Raw Surrender
Alone. Jealousy mixes with sick hunger. Cock stirs. I wander to salon. She’s on back. André kisses her. Fingers her wet folds. I sit. Watch. Stroke her tits soft. She moans, eyes wild on me.
He eats her. Tongue buries in her bush. She writhes. Then he mounts. Cock slides in easy. Her cunt weeps for it. He thrusts hard. Deep. I knead her breasts. Help her cum.
He finishes. Rolls off. Cock glossy with their juice. Gestures me in. I plunge into her sloppy hole. Warm cum coats me. Thrusts slick. She claws me. We fuck relay. One cums, other takes turn. Pump her full. Eight loads maybe. She screams orgasms. Gushes. Then sleeps, spent.
I crash in bed. They stay tangled in cum sheets.
Morning. Noises wake me. Grunts. Her moans nearing climax. Again. My cock twitches. Join them? Door creaks open…
Lock snaps shut. Lighter now. Secret shared. Thrill fades to peace.
