Unlocking My Private Locker: My Secret Wedding Night with Her

I unlock my Private Locker now. This secret burns inside me. A new day dawns. I think of her instantly. Melanie. My heart races. I rush to work faster than usual. As I leave, Bertrand calls out, ‘No kiss? Won’t see you till tomorrow night.’ He’s off on mission. Two days free. Perfect. Can’t wait to tell her.

At the office, I burst into her room. Marc’s there too. Radiant, I blurt, ‘Melanie, I’m free tonight!’ She grins. ‘What time do I come over?’ Marc frowns. ‘Thought you had no time to go out?’ ‘Just girls’ night,’ I mumble, avoiding her eyes. He pouts and leaves. ‘Be discreet next time, darling,’ she whispers. ‘You hurt Marc.’ ‘Sorry. Forgot about Bertrand. Just so excited. Want to kiss you now.’ ‘Later, heart. Tonight.’ I nod. Plan: put kids to bed early. Dinner together.

The Opening: Bursting with Desire

Only glimpse of her all day. I ache but play cool. She loves the chase. Lunch break: lock door. Memories flood. Our first kiss at her place. First night at mine. Dinner out. Last night at home, with Bertrand there. Her carefree flirt. Bertrand was sweet, attentive. Not manly. Melanie plays hard to get. Hooks me deep. Maybe I crave feminine men, masculine women. What to cook? Lasagna. Italian. Hope she loves it.

Door opens. ‘Made lasagna. Love Italian?’ She snaps, ‘Kids asleep?’ ‘Yes. Problem?’ ‘Just want to arrive when I feel like it.’ Pins me to wall. ‘And take you when I want.’ Kisses hard. Body presses. Breath short. Her hunger throbs against me. I push back. ‘Eat first. I’m cook too, not just fucktoy.’ She smirks. ‘Always wanted a housewife.’ Mocks Bertrand’s words from yesterday. ‘Drop it.’ Dinner tense. ‘Still love him?’ ‘Dunno. You love who?’ ‘No one.’ Stings. Knows I’m falling. But it’s her game.

‘Love you. Want you. Feelings later?’ Meal done. ‘Thank me?’ ‘Fuck in kitchen?’ Grabs my hand. Kitchen table messy. ‘Lazy cook. Can’t lay you out.’ I clear fast. Too horny. ‘Strip. Lie down.’ Naked on table. Her voice sharp. Wanted her to undress me. Frustrating, this younger domme. ‘Wait. Bedroom. Doll play.’ Carries me. Strong. ‘Too heavy?’ ‘Nah. Gotta impress.’ Drops me gentle on bed.

Wardrobe raid. Spots wedding dress. ‘Still fit?’ ‘Yeah. Haven’t worn since wedding.’ ‘Wear it. Remake your honeymoon.’ Grabs Bertrand’s suit. Strips. Fits perfect. He’s slim. Good choice back then. Mirror time. She’s hot in black suit, hair up. Boyish. Takes my hand. ‘Christelle, marry me?’ Eyes pierce. Crazy girl. Said no love earlier. Play along. ‘One night, love.’ ‘Give you one night craving more.’ Untie her hair. ‘Now woman again.’ Keeps suit. Loosens tie. Loops it round my neck. ‘Mine?’ Tugs like leash to tub. Love it. Pet play. Hers to handle.

The Intimacy: Raw Passion Unleashed

Fills bath. Strips me slow. Washes every inch. Fingers linger on tits, pussy, ass. ‘Virgin there?’ Blush. ‘Yes.’ Smiles. Dries me. Bed. Naked together. ‘First married woman for me. Usually girls like me. But you… fell hard. Want forever. New. Scared to rush, lose you.’ Heart melts. ‘I get it. Sweet then cold. Love you too.’ Finger to lips. Kisses fierce. Tongue invades. Hands roam. Pinch nipples. Stroke inner thighs.

Pulls legs. Kneels. Tongue traces thighs. Teases clit, swollen. Dives into wet slit. Spreads me wide. Licks deep. Moans escape. Grab her hand, suck fingers to muffle. Heart pounds. Chest heaves. Cum floods her mouth. She gulps, slows, rises. I collapse, spent.

Sit up. Pull her close. Tender kiss. My tongue explores. Want it endless. ‘I love you, Melanie.’ ‘Me too. Still my wife tonight.’ No sleep. Dawn. Gaze, dream futures, kiss every minute. Like newlyweds. Kids stir soon. ‘Dress. Stay for breakfast?’ Can’t let go. Phone rings. Bertrand. ‘Missed you last night.’

Lock clicks shut. Secret safe. Lighter now. Shared thrill pulses.