Heart pounding, I slip into the suburban hotel hallway. Dim lights buzz overhead. Elevator dings softly behind me. Third floor. Room 312. Iris’s instructions burn in my mind. I strip fast. Shoes off, socks stuffed in bag. Pull yanked over head. Jeans shoved down, cock swinging free. Naked. Vulnerable. Bag zipped. Knuckles rap the door. Click. It swings open. Penumbra swallows me. Door shuts. Verrou snaps loud in the quiet.
Iris lounges on the bed. Short dress hikes up. She lifts it. Garters, stockings, blue lace bra. No panties. Pussy bare, lips glistening. Dress drops over wide hips. She rises. Body heat hits me. Voluptuous curves press close. Kiss wet, hungry. Hand wraps my shaft. Fingers stroke. Cock twitches hard. She grabs my ass. Fabric rasps my throbbing length. But wait. Who locked that door? Iris was on the bed.
The Contact
Shadow stirs. Feminine outline. Long dress clings to familiar curves. She steps forward. Corinne. My wife. Shock freezes me. Naked. Bag gone. Trapped. Iris murmurs, ‘She wanted to watch. Couldn’t say no.’ Corinne sinks into armchair. Shadow hides her. Silence thick. Eyes dart. What now? Iris whispers, ‘She won’t bother us. Forget her.’ Tension coils. But Iris sways. Dress peels off. Bra strains over heavy tits. Hands cup them. Squeeze. Nipples poke lace.
Glance back. Corinne fades. Iris unhooks bra. Tits spill free. Pale globes sway. Fingers pinch dark tips. Hard peaks beg my mouth. She kneels. Cock bobs. Condom rolls on. Lips engulf me. Tongue swirls. Hand kneads balls, digs ass. Suck sloppy, wet. Shaft swells full. Wife? Forgotten haze.
Iris sprawls back. Legs spread. Hand pulls me down. Lips crash. Tongue fucks mouth. Fingers seize cock. Guides to slick gash. She impales. Pussy gulps me whole. Wet heat clutches. Belly cushions my thrust. Soft pillow. She grips asscheeks. Spreads wide. Guides pumps. Cold slime drips crack. Glance over shoulder. Corinne nude. Strap-on harnessed. Black dildo gleams. Fingers circle pucker. Gel slicks ring.
The Indiscretion
Iris holds cheeks open. Thrusts shove me deeper. Wife’s finger probes. Twists in. Stretches. Second joins. Scissoring. Loosens hole. I pound Iris. Pussy milks. Kiss devours. Lean forward. Bury balls-deep. Hard nudge at ass. Cold tip presses. Pucker yields. Inch by inch, dildo invades. Guts stretch. Full. Dual fuck. Iris’s cunt squeezes cock. Wife’s toy grinds prostate. Pubes slap ass. Tits graze back, chest.
Rhythm syncs. Creak of bedframe muffled. Moans choked. Blinds rattle faint. Neighbors might hear. Thin walls. Thrusts build. New pleasure blooms deep. Prostate throbs. Cock pulses. Can’t hold. Groan stifled. Cum jets condom. Iris shudders. Clenches. Orgasms crash together.
Iris cradles. Kisses neck. Hands soothe back. Bliss washes guilt. She slips to bathroom. Room empty. Bag center floor. Corinne gone. Jeans yanked on. No socks. Pull, shoes. Elevator hums. Street air hits. Bars blur till late. Head spins. Home. Stairs creak soft. Wife sleeps. Guest room. Couch twists till dawn.
Kitchen. Coffee brews. Phone pings. Iris: ‘Loved it. Again soon?’ Corinne descends. Smiles. ‘Morning, honey. Late meeting? Didn’t hear you.’ Heart skips. Secret locked tight.