That Pulsing Morning on the Couch: My First Time Shattering Everything
I remember the doorbell. Heart skipped. Living room light filtered through blinds. Opened the door. There she stood, Jenny, young brunette in tight white dress. Buttons strained. Eyes fierce. Shoved phone at me. Photo of my wife Valérie, kissing some blond guy outside our house.
“That’s your wife?” Her voice sharp. I nodded, pulse racing. She snapped my pic, texted. “Can I come in? We need to talk.” Curiosity burned. Fear twisted with something darker. Let her in. She pulled tablet. Flipped it open. Photos flooded: Valérie against wall, bent over table, riding that blond—Thomas, her boyfriend.
The Approach
My stomach dropped. Cock twitched traitorously. She stepped close, unbuttoning dress. It pooled at feet. Lace panties, perky tits. Arms around neck. Lips crashed mine. “Bad in bed? Prove me wrong.” Ego stung. Wife’s betrayal raw. Her hand in my pants, stroking slow. “Thomas fucks your wife. Now I equal the score.”
Nerves electric. First time crossing line. Married, but this heat… Hand slipped her panties. Soaked. Pushed her to entry wall. Legs wrapped me. Thrust in clumsy, urgent. Gasps echoed. Heart hammered chest. Fucked hard, her nails digging. Came first, she twice. Dizzy rush.
Kitchen table next. Ate her pussy, sweet tang. She sucked me rigid. Bent her over, pounded. Then couch. Doggy. Her ass begged. “Never anal,” she whispered, trembling. Lube from drawer—shaky fingers. Pressed tip. Tight ring resisted. Pushed slow. She gasped, bit lip. Inch by inch. New world. Hot grip milked me. Thrusts built, her moans wild. Discovered she loved it. I exploded deep. Collapsed, spent. Slept spooned, her warmth new addiction.
Woke slow on couch. Naked. Her ass nestled my groin. Cock stirred in crack. Heart quickened—unknown again. Arm over, cupped firm breast. Nipple hardened. She purred, pushed back. Hard now. Pinched, she moaned. Hips rocked gentle. Hand trailed belly, pubis. Wet.
The Instant
She grabbed cock, slid between thighs. Frotted her slick pussy lips. Finger circled clit. She arched, hand behind neck. Turned. Kiss deep, tongues hungry. Flipped her. Breasts crushed chest. Hands gripped ass. She knelt, stroked slow. “Want you.” Mouth engulfed. Tongue swirled head. Balls cupped. Sucked greedy. Twenty years younger, devouring me.
Straddled. Ground pussy on shaft. Guided in. Sighed deep. Hot, velvet clench. Eyes locked. Hips rolled slow. Door slammed distant. “Christophe?” Wife’s voice. Jenny grinned wicked, sped up. Breasts bounced. Kitchen steps. Tension spiked. Pulse thundered. Wife neared. Jenny moaned soft. Peeked over shoulder—Valérie entered, froze pale.
Eyes wide. Jenny faster, clit grinding. Wife scarlet, mouth gaping silent. Gripped hips, thrust up. Thumb her clit. Climax hit. Groaned long, flooded her pussy. Jenny shattered, cry joyous. Wife’s strangled whimper mixed. Chain reaction. Jenny slumped, spasming. Wife staggered to chair.
Lingered. Jenny kissed lazy. “Morning, honey. Good day?” Wife stunned. Cock slipped free. Helped Jenny up. “Shower. Coffee?” Jenny pecked her cheek. “Thanks, ma’am.” Wife goldfish-mouthed. Door ajar in bath. Laughed inside. “Her face!” Planned reveal. Dried, back salon. Coffee set, three cups. Toweled. Sat opposite seething Valérie. “Meet Jenny.” Tense stares. Jenny dressed naked, kissed bye.
Car to restaurant. Wife fumed. “Explain.” Smiled. “First time. Three rounds today.” Reserved private room thinking of her. Arrived. Led in. She froze. Jenny clung me. Anaïs—brunette—kissed deep, groped cock. “Fix my ass virginity too.” Thomas, Lucas pale. Photos shown. Explanations over feast. Scores evened. Innocence gone. New horizons: wife in sandwich now. Love deeper, wilder.
