First Foursome Awakening: My Husband’s Cock in Another Man’s Mouth
The elevator hummed down to our neighbors’ floor. My pulse thumped wild in my throat. Sylvain clutched champagne and flowers, eyes locked ahead. Desire twisted with fear. This was our first real foursome. No backing out.
I wore black lace thong—soon gone—silk mini dress plunging deep, no bra, nipples hard against fabric. Stockings, heels. Sylvain’s gaze burned pride and lust. His pants bulged. We stepped out. Ding. Door opened. Nadine stood there, leather catsuit hugging every curve, heels stretching her legs endless. ‘You look gorgeous,’ she purred, pulling us in.
The Approach: Pulsing Anticipation
Christophe grabbed the bottle. Sylvain’s eyes devoured Nadine’s ass as she walked away. Salon cozy, dim lights. I sank into armchair, skirt riding up. Christophe eyed my thighs, hungry. I smiled, teasing. Men on couch, chatting banalities. Boring.
Kitchen. Nadine shut door, crushed me against her. Lips crashed. Tongue invaded, sucking mine. Hands mauled tits through silk, pinched nipples. Fingers trailed thigh, up stocking, into soaked thong. Slid along slit, pressed clit hard. Heart hammered. Orgasm teased. But no. ‘Panties off. Tease them first.’ I obeyed. Vase in hand, bent low before Christophe. Tits nearly spilled. His face lit lustful.
Back in salon. Champagne clinked. Nadine perched on armrest, hand on my neck, stroking. Casual. Electric. Onto thigh, parting legs slow. Christophe stared at my bare pussy, red bush glistening. No thong now. Men shifted, cocks stirring. Nadine’s fingers neared slit. ‘No panties? Slut. Punish her.’
Stood me up. Skirt hiked. Fingered loud, wet sloshes. Bent over chair, ass out. Slaps stung cheeks red. I groped tits. ‘Lick mine, dyke.’ Zipper down. Perfect tits in face. Sucked nipple hard. Men whipped out cocks, stroking furious. Nadine stripped naked. Bushy mound, fat lips, clit like mini-cock.
The Instant: Raw Boundary-Breaking
Men stood, shirts open, pants down, jerking hard-ons. Approached. ‘Stop.’ Nadine’s voice cut. ‘We did girl-on-girl. Now you two play. Excite us.’ Shock froze them. Cocks wilted slight. We sprawled on couch, legs wide, fingering pussies. Blond and brunette slits dripping.
Sylvain grabbed Christophe’s dick first. Hesitant stroke. Christophe moaned, eyes shut. Reciprocated. Slow pumps. Our moans fueled them. Harder now. Nadine: ‘Suck him, honey.’ Christophe knelt, lips on Sylvain’s cock. First time ever. Sylvain pushed deeper. Slurps filled room. Nadine dove between my thighs, tongue lashing clit. I pinched nipples, watched my hubby mouth-fucked.
Nadine rose, strapped on black dildo. ‘I’ll fuck her ass. You fuck his, Christophe.’ Bent me doggy. Lube-slick tip breached pussy first, then ass slow. Thrusts built. I rocked back, waves crashing. Sylvain mirrored, Christophe’s finger in virgin hole. Grimace. Then pleasure.
‘Fuck him like I fuck her!’ Nadine rammed my ass. Sylvain groaned, taking cock. Christophe grunted, pounding. Cum built. ‘I’m cumming!’ Jets on Sylvain’s cheeks. Sylvain pulled out, sprayed my face. Salty ropes. Nadine hammered faster. Orgasm ripped me. She yanked free, frigged to squirt.
We collapsed, slick bodies heaving. All four shattered. New doors flung wide. Innocence? Gone. Cravings born. Heart still races remembering.
