Stranger Fucks Me Raw in Cafe and Hotel While Hubby Watches

Heart pounding, we spot Luc in the pedestrian street. Two hours’ drive, days of steamy MSN chats and cam flashes behind us. My black lace bra and thong hug my curves under this button-down dress, low-cut but not enough for him. He air-kisses me, leads us to this cozy cafe with shadowy booths. We slide in—me and Alain on one side, him opposite.

‘No trouble finding it?’ he grins, sliding over his HIV cert. We swap ours. My phone buzzes—old MSN ping from last night’s tease. ‘Nervous, Helena?’ I nod, cheeks burning. He locks eyes. ‘Ready for my rules?’ Alain squeezes my hand. ‘Yes,’ I whisper, voice shaky.

The Approach: Tension Builds in the Cafe

‘Topless beach?’ ‘Sometimes.’ ‘Good. Lose the bra and panties in the bathroom. Hand them to Alain.’ Stomach flips. I stand, legs jelly, vanish into the stall. Peeled them off, pussy already damp from anticipation. Back out, mortified, pass the warm, damp bundle to Alain. Luc pulls me beside him. ‘No more questions. Obey.’ His cologne hits—musky, manly, intoxicating up close.

‘Unbutton to your tits.’ Fingers fumble, exposing cleavage. He pops two more, spreads the fabric, nipples hardening in cool air. ‘Chest out!’ I arch. Alain’s eyes water: ‘God, you’re gorgeous.’ Server looms—I stand for my bag, dress gaping, tits swinging free. Luc’s hand cups my ass under the skirt. ‘I got the bill.’ Sits me down, tits out, tweaks a nipple.

‘Bass out, back against wall.’ Skirt hikes, thighs splay wide—one leg over his lap, other pinned. Pubis shaved fresh that morning gleams. Fingers tease lips, clit. ‘Drop straps, free those tits.’ Panic—anyone could see. But I do it. ‘Kiss me.’ Tongue invades, deep, hungry. Hands knead breasts, dive to sopping pussy. I grind, biting lip. Phone vibrates again—ignored.

‘Alain, she’s close. Cum looking at him.’ Eyes lock on hubby, I shatter—silent scream, juices flood his fingers, body slumps, legs akimbo, shameless.

The Explosion: Raw Fuck in the Hotel

No time wasted. Bill paid, we bolt to his hotel nearby. Elevator dings—his mouth crushes mine, Alain trailing. Room key rattles. Door slams. Clothes rip off. His cock springs—thick, veined, 9 inches, throbbing. ‘Suck it, slut.’ On knees, I devour—salty pre-cum, gagging deep. Alain strokes himself hard for first time in months.

‘That pussy mine now.’ Throws me on bed, legs over shoulders. Slams in—stretching, filling voids. ‘Fuck, so tight!’ Grunts echo. ‘Harder!’ I beg. Pounds merciless—wet slaps, bed creaks. ‘Your hubby’s limp dick couldn’t do this.’ Dirty truth stings sweet. Fingers dig hips, tits bounce wild. Sweat mixes with his scent. I cum again, squirting, screaming.

Flips me doggy—Alain’s face inches from my stuffed cunt. ‘Watch me breed your wife.’ Balls slap clit. ‘Cum in me!’ Another orgasm rips—walls clench, milking him. He roars, floods deep—hot spurts paint cervix. Collapse, panting, cum leaks.

He dresses quick. ‘Fun couple. Hit me up.’ Kisses cheek, gone. Door clicks shut. Alain hugs me, my pussy still twitching. Drive home silent, electric. Back to normal life—but that stranger’s seed lingers. I’m hooked on the rush. Next chat? Already buzzing.