First Time Sharing My Wife: Heart-Pounding Betrayal in Collioure
Heart pounding like a drum in my chest. Bob’s place in Collioure, air thick with sweat and moans. Carole under him on the couch, legs spread wide, her shaved pussy—wait, no, that was later—gripping his thick shaft. This was it. My first time. Letting go. Sharing her. Fear clawed my gut, mixed with a sick thrill. Unknown territory. No turning back. We’d talked fantasies seven years ago. Now real. My hands shook pouring champagne later, but now? Pulse thundering in my ears.
Bob locked eyes. ‘I’m close, François. Can I unload in her?’ Sweat dripped from his brow. Carole’s breaths ragged, eyes pleading yet lost in heat. My throat tight. Excitement surged—jealous fire, cock hard despite it. ‘Go ahead, Bob. She’s protected.’ Sadistic chuckle escaped. Her face crumpled. Pleasure snapped. Last thrusts brutal. She endured, body tense.
The Approach
He groaned deep, hips bucking. Cum pumping into her. First time feeling that—another man’s seed flooding my wife’s cunt. Visceral punch. Her walls clenching around him, not me. I watched, breath caught, arousal twisting pain. She gasped, nipples hard peaks, skin flushed crimson. Explosion of new sensations. Raw. Forbidden. My innocence cracking right there.
Champagne fizzed in glasses. ‘Epic shoot,’ I said, voice steady. They panted, spent. Her shock at my calm—palpable. Walked home through chilly 3 a.m. streets. She clung tight. ‘Not mad?’ Heart still racing from the rush. Talked it out. Her guilt, my ‘openness.’ Set rules. Safeword: ‘Honey, buy glue on the way home.’ Laughed nervously. Bed. Her lips tasted of him. Showered it off. Slept fitful, voice whispering warnings.
The Instant
Morning sun. Kitchen. She dropped robe. Smooth mound, fully waxed. ‘Naturist ready.’ Jaw dropped. Soft, bare slit begged touch. Dove in, tongue lapping slick folds. Fresh, sweet. Fucked her deep, velvet grip milking me. Came fast, no orgasm for her. ‘Shave too?’ Giggle. No. Truck rumbled up. Bob, all white linen. Kissed her full mouth. Nerves reignited.
Hour drive. Catalonia to Spain. Fenced paradise cove. Villa, pool, dock. Stripped. Her naked glory, smooth pussy gleaming in sun. Bob’s eyes devoured. ‘Perfect diamond.’ Photos, then water play. Bag in room—her purse spilled secrets. Old card. His voice on phone. Past lover. Two years lies. Rage boiled.
They emerged from waves, her impaled on his erection. Threw the card. Fists flew. Bloodied his smug face. Truth poured: affair, Rudolf’s harem plan. Me ‘entertained’ by girls. Her shock. Drove off in his truck, tires screaming. Innocence dead. Accelerating blind into sun. Voice screamed: ‘Brake, François!’
