Raw Fuck Frenzy: Hooked Up with My Coworker’s Sleazy Hubby

Daphnée’s apartment buzzes with tension. Doorbell rings sharp at eight. She peeks, grins wicked—Lucien’s here. I smooth my short gray skirt, silk blouse half-unbuttoned, pearl necklace dangling into my cleavage. No bra tonight, nipples hard already from nerves. He steps in, cheap suit tight, tulips in fist. Eyes devour me like candy. ‘To our loves,’ he toasts later, slumping close on the couch, hand straight to my tit. Heavy, rough palm squeezes. I freeze, glance at Daphnée. She nods—play along. Champagne fizzes, his breath hot on my neck.

Dinner drags. His fingers crawl up my knee, under skirt. Jupe hugs tight, slows him. I clench thighs, but heat builds. Panty dampens against his knuckles. Dessert hits, music slows. He pulls me to dance. Body crushes mine, cock stiff against belly. Tongue invades, sloppy. Hand dives under skirt, gropes ass. Daphnée vanishes. Heart hammers. ‘Come,’ I whisper, hand in his, leading to guest room. Red walls pulse like a womb. Door clicks shut.

The Approach

He shoves me onto velvet bed. Buttons rip. Corsage flies open. Mouth latches my tit, sucks hard. Bruises bloom. I grab his zipper—control it. Cock springs out, long, curved, thicker than expected. Veins throb. I stroke, skin hot, musky scent hits—sweat, cheap cologne, pure man. He growls, yanks bra. Frees both breasts. Bites nipples till I gasp.

Skirt hikes to waist. Panty shoved aside. His tip nudges my slit, wet already. No more games. ‘Fuck me,’ I hiss. He grins, knees my thighs wide. Rams in deep. Walls stretch, burn sweet. ‘Tight little slut,’ he grunts, pounding. Knees on shoulders, balls slap ass. I claw his back. ‘Harder, you bastard!’ Pleasure coils, vicious. Phone vibrates on nightstand—his texts from days ago, ignored till now. Ignored no more.

The Explosion

He flips me doggy. Face in pillows, ass up. Finger probes asshole, then shaft spears pussy again. Slams relentless. ‘Gonna fill this cunt.’ I buck back, soaked. Fingers find clit, rub frantic. Orgasm crashes—scream rips out, body shakes. He roars, floods me hot spurts. Cum drips thighs. Collapse, sweat-slick, panting.

Night blurs. Three more rounds. Missionary, me riding, reverse cowgirl. Each time rawer—slaps echo, bed creaks, my moans filthy. ‘Your cock owns me.’ Dawn filters. Reins ache, skin marked purple. Daphnée smirks in doorway. ‘No SOS calls, huh?’ Lucien gone. I shower, steal her black body—sausage-tight on curves. Coffee silent. Drive home, wipe evidence. Texts buzz again. Ignore. Back to desk, stranger once more. But pussy twitches, remembers. One night. Done.