Screen glows in my dark home office. Late night. Neighbors asleep. Heart hammers. Vincent’s webcam feed steady. His desk cluttered with files. Plush armchairs wait. Blinds slice streetlight filtering in.
Chat pings soft. Vincent’s voice crackles through speakers, low. ‘She’s here soon, Luc. Promise—no firing her.’ I type yes. Cock stiffens already. He admits fucking my wife Elisa for months. Shared her with staff. Fury mixes with heat. ‘Leave cam on,’ he says. ‘Watch live.’ Tension spikes. Hundreds of miles away, but feels next door. Risky secret. Wife clueless.
The Contact
Phone buzzes muffled. ‘Downstairs.’ He adjusts cam high. Wide view now. Door handle rattles faint. Ten minutes drag. Voices murmur. Laughter bubbles low. No papers. Just flirt.
Elisa sinks into chair. Skirt hikes. Black thigh-highs flash as legs cross. Jacket slips. Sheer black blouse teases firm 90C tits. My breath catches. She primped extra. For him.
Vincent circles behind. Neck kiss. Wet smack echoes tinny. She uncrosses. Fingers his hair. Hips wiggle subtle. Full tongues clash. Sloppy. His hands knead tits through fabric. Buttons pop one by one. Bra peeks. Fingers trail to stocking tops, then higher.
Pause. Eyes lock hungry. He vanishes. She spreads wide. Fingers rub string-clad pussy. Slides it down calves. Bare slit glistens.
He returns half-naked. Cock out thick. She engulfs it. Suck slurps wet over speakers. His hand fists her hair. Fingers plunge her folds. Juices squelch.
Cam blacks sudden. Shadows loom. Two men enter. Christophe white guy, black adjoint huge. Pants crumple. They block view. Grunts low. Zipper rasps. Elisa’s magic mouth works triple cocks. Gags muffled. Spit drips.
The Indiscretion
Image clears. She’s doggy on desk, facing cam perfect. Ass up. Vincent slams pussy raw. Head snaps back. Sharp gasp cracks speaker. Black shoves cock down throat. Christophe tweaks bouncing tits. Desk creaks under thrusts. Wet slaps punctuate.
They rotate. Mouths and cunt stuffed. Christophe lies back. She mounts reverse. Pussy swallows him balls-deep. Black face-fucks brutal. Vincent tongues ass crack. Fingers probe tight ring. Lube spits. He mounts. Double stuffed. Pussy and ass stretched. Her moans choke around black meat. Bodies slap frantic. Chair nearby groans ignored. Risk neighbors hear? No—my side quiet, theirs office wild.
Five minutes grind. They pull out panting. Elisa flat on desk. Black between thighs. Vincent, Christophe hoist legs high. He pile-drives deep. Pussy lips grip huge black shaft. Head lolls off edge. Eyes roll.
He yanks. Jerks furious. Ropes of cum splatter belly white. Thick jets glisten clear on cam. Vincent feeds cock to mouth. Christophe strokes over tits. They erupt sync. Mouth overflows. Tits glazed sticky.
They freeze. Kiss sloppy. Cum smears lips. Dress hasty. Zippers whir. Door clicks shut. Footsteps fade hall.
Vincent faces cam, drained grin. ‘Saw it all?’ ‘Most. Hot as fuck.’ Laughs echo hollow. ‘She’s showering. We dine, drop at hotel. Her call.’ Connection dies.
Screen black. Cum stains my pants. Cock throbs spent. Shower calls. Wife returns in two days. Arms open. Fuck her brains out? Or confront? Secret burns. Neighbors snore oblivious. My thrill: transgression whispers close.