My First Surrender: Claudia’s Cock Breaking Me Open

The couch in our living room. Heart hammering like a jackhammer. I’d sent Marine to the bedroom. Door clicked shut. Just me and Claudia now. Air thick, electric. My revenge twisted into this—wanting her inside me. Months of watching her fuck my wife. Sucking her cock. Now, craving it raw. Knees on cushions, ass up. Vulnerable. Exposed. Pulse racing in my ears. She knelt behind. Hands on my cheeks. Spread me slow. Cool air hit my hole. Shiver down spine. ‘You sure?’ Her voice husky. Nodded. Couldn’t speak. Fingers traced my crack. Wet spit dripped. One digit probed. Tense. Push back? No. Breathe. Heart thuds louder. Second finger. Stretch burns sweet. Twist. Scissor. Gasped. Cock twitched hard under me. Leaked pre-cum. Her breath hot on my neck. ‘Gonna feel so good.’ Fear melted into ache. No turning back. Wanted this since spying those boys in the woods as a teen. Now real. Her. Huge. Ready.