My First Betrayal: Revenge Sex in the Marble Bathroom
The marble bathroom gleamed under soft lights. Cold tiles under my feet. Heart hammering like a drum. I’d just seen the video. Etienne with those women. Rage boiled, but underneath, a twisted excitement churned. My first time stepping over the line. No fidelity anymore. Just revenge. I undid my dress straps. Let it slip to my waist. Back to Greg in the mirror. Bent over the sink. Panties hugging my ass. Eyes locked on his. ‘Fuck me, Greg. Be my revenge.’ Voice shaky. Legs trembled. What if Etienne found out? No turning back now. Desire mixed with terror. Nipples hardened. Pussy already wet from the anger-fueled heat.
He stepped close. Breath hot on my neck. Fingers fumbled my bra clasp. Clumsy, exciting. Bra dropped. Tits free, heavy. He yanked my panties down. Cool air hit my skin. Goosebumps everywhere. His cock pressed against my slit. Thick. Harder than I imagined. ‘I’m already rock hard.’ His whisper rough. I arched more. Cambered my back. Gave him the angle. Pulse racing in my throat. First cock that’s not Etienne’s. Unknown territory. Scary thrill. ‘Just fuck me. Make me cum.’ Begging now. Nervous swallow.
The Approach: Tension Builds
His tip nudged my folds. Slipped in half an inch. Stretch. Burn. New fullness. I gasped. Heart skipped. He gripped my hips. Pulled back, then thrust. Buried deep. Oh fuck. So thick. Filled me completely. Paused. Let me adjust. Walls clenched around him. Pulsing. ‘You feel that?’ He groaned. Started slow strokes. Long, deliberate. Watched in mirror. His shaft glistening, sliding in and out. Wet sounds echoed. Maladroit at first. Angles off. But that rawness ignited me. Hands squeezed my tits. Pinched nipples. Electricity shot straight to my core. Breath ragged. Moans escaped. Faster now. Hips slamming. Sweat beaded. Tension coiled tight. ‘Yes, harder. I’m close.’ Body betrayed me. Pure animal need.
Final push. He rammed deep. Grunted loud. Held still. Hot spurts flooded me. Triggered mine. Waves crashed. Legs buckled. Screamed his name. Clit throbbing. Juices dripping down thighs. Collapsed to knees. Tears streamed. Marble bit my skin. Revenge tasted bitter. Innocence shattered. No more naive wife. First cheat done. Heart still pounding. Emptied. Changed. But a dark hunger lingered. Stood shaky. Showered off the evidence. Emerged to find him naked on the round bed. Cock semi-hard again. Tempting. Kissed him deep. ‘Not tonight. Tomorrow, hell of a night.’ Left for my room. Alone with the ache. Adult now. Fidelity’s ghost haunting. Horizons opened to revenge’s rush. No regrets? Lies. But that first plunge… unforgettable fire.
