My First Solo Release: Breaking Free After Betrayal
In my kitchen, that evening after the meeting. Hunger gnaws, but ideas burn hotter. Pen in hand, I sketch Anthony, my houseboy hero. Veins pulse in my temples. Heart thuds like a drum. Mylène’s crew lingers in my mind—their stares on my ass. Power surges through me. But now, alone. Soup simmers later. Dinner drags. Back to the table. Story swells: betrayal, choice, lust. Laptop hums alive. Fingers tremble on keys. ‘Cuckolded women.’ Click. Latest vid loads. Redhead, forties, fierce. Naked on couch. Young stud mounts her. Husband watches from afar. My breath catches. Throat dry. No turning back. Hand slips under skirt. Fabric clings damp. Pulse hammers between thighs. Fear twists with want. Paul’s ghost fades. This is mine.
Video pulses. Redhead commands. Stud thrusts deep. Her moans echo mine, silent. Index finger grazes slit through panties. Electric jolt. Years since this. Clumsy, hesitant. Heart slams ribs. Pull skirt higher. Yank panties down. Cool air kisses wet folds. Oh god. Second hand frees breasts. Nipples harden instant. Video: she sucks him greedy. I match rhythm. Fingers circle mound. Bare like hers. Dip lower. First touch—raw fire. Pussy lips swell, slick. Clit throbs, hidden pearl. Press it. Gasp escapes. Legs part wide. Chair creaks. No grace, just need. Two fingers probe entrance. Tight, forgotten. Push in. Stretch burns sweet. Thumb grinds nub. Hips buck awkward. Video escalates: legs up, tongue dives. I mimic. Tongue out, taste own salt? No. Fingers plunge deeper. Three now. Walls clench greedy. Juices coat hand. Sloppy sounds mix with her slurps. Breasts heave. Sweat beads. Tension coils belly. Build slow, tease it. Don’t rush. But body betrays. Faster circles. Deeper thrusts. Clit screams under assault.
The Approach
Stud pulls out. She impales self. Rides wild. I follow. Fingers ram. Spread lips wide. Expose all. Wave crashes. Hips lift off chair. Muscles seize. Vagina spasms fierce. Cum gushes fingers. Scream muffled in throat. Eyes lock on screen—her mouth catches his load. Swallows triumph. I collapse. Panting. Wet mess on seat. Fingers slick, spent. Glow spreads. Innocence? Shattered. Paul’s chains? Snapped. New woman breathes here. Hungry for more. Anthony’s tale? Just beginning. But me—awake.
