Old Flame Ignites: My Cuckold Dinner Turns into Raw All-Night Fuck

Everything was set. Patrick pulls up at 6:30 PM, bouquet in hand. Heart racing, I open the door, mini-skirt hugging my thighs, sheer white blouse barely hiding my hard nipples—no bra, just black Cervin garters, seamed stockings, lace panties. His eyes devour me instantly, that old office flirt vibe crackling back to life.

We chat, I give the house tour. Sylvain’s ‘late’ from work—actually parked downstairs, phone buzzing with my texts: ‘Aperitif started, give us time. Kiss.’ His reply: ‘Enjoy, love you.’ Adrenaline surges. In the kitchen, grabbing glasses, I turn—his face inches away. We freeze. ‘We’ve had a few drinks,’ he murmurs. I crush my lips on his, quick and hungry. He grabs my hips from behind, neck kisses sending shivers down my spine.

The Approach: Building Tension Before the Spark

I don’t push away—grind my ass back into his crotch instead. ‘Sylvain’s coming soon,’ I whisper, but his hands roam, squeezing my small tits through the blouse. ‘No bra?’ ‘Observant, huh?’ Buttons pop, fingers pinch my erect nipple. Skirt hikes up, he finds the slutty lingerie. ‘This for me?’ ‘Sylvain’s pick—he hates bras.’ His thick hand palms my ass, I bend forward. Fingers slide into my soaked pussy. Dripping already. I spin, devour his mouth, grab his bulge. Phone vibrates—Sylvain: ‘Come up now? Hot kitchen flirt, he found the lingerie.’ Him: ‘I’m rock hard!’

Sylvain arrives, airs electric. Quick bedroom detour—I’m on fire, his fingers confirm my wetness. ‘He’s got you wild, love it.’ Back to aperitif, knowing glances. Dinner: me opposite Patrick, Sylvain beside. Serving, I lean—blouse gaps, tit exposed. Sylvain texts: ‘He saw it all, undo another button. So hard.’ I do. Foot under table teases Patrick’s leg, hand tweaks my nipple. His hand strokes my foot, Sylvain’s on my thigh, finds garters.

The Explosion: Unleashing Raw Lust All Night

Kitchen clear-up: door shuts, I shove Patrick against the counter, kiss fierce. He panics—’Husband!’—but fingers dive under skirt, yank panties down. Mine frees his cock, strokes pre-cum on my skirt. I drop, suck deep—throat-filling, frantic. He fingers me hard, I squirt lightly on tiles.

Photo slideshow: laptop shields as I guide his hand to my bare, dripping cunt. Biting lips, kicking Sylvain under table—he plays innocent, I’m creaming on Patrick’s fingers.

Sylvain fakes tired, offers couch to Patrick—leaves with a knowing kiss, skirt down just in time.