Spying on My Wife’s Wild Lesbian Gift: Raw Birthday Ecstasy

I push open the living room door. Early from work. Shock hits. Laure, my wife of ten years, in red thong garters. Push-up bra heaving her firm 85B tits. Carole, redhead neighbor, lingerie seller. Her green eyes flash. Both barely dressed. Skin glowing under soft light.

Heart races. Cock twitches. I drop into a chair. Eyes devouring curves. Laure’s sleek 1.73m frame. Carole’s younger fire, same height, lush.

The Fever Ignites

‘You staying?’ Carole teases. ‘Hell yes.’ But Laure pleads. ‘Leave us, mon amour. Surprise ruined.’ Grumble. Head to bathroom. Water runs hot. Music blasts. Lie? No. Old voyeur demons surge. Blood boils. Sneak back. Door-frame hides me. Perfect view.

‘Tranquil now,’ Laure sighs. ‘Bath takes hours.’ Carole holds white lace set. ‘Try this. Me in black.’ They peel off. Naked flashes. Laure’s trimmed brunette mound. Carole’s fiery bush. My erection strains. Painful.

Dressed. They circle. Compliments. ‘Superbe.’ Fingers adjust bras. Slip into panties. Lingers. Carole traces under fabric. Laure arches. Basin rolls. Heat builds. Pulse hammers chest.

‘Wet already?’ Carole whispers. Hand cups Laure’s sex. Through lace. Rubs. Slow circles. Laure eyes shut. Sigh escapes. No slap. No protest. My world tilts. Betrayal? No. Fantasy fuel. Cock leaks.

They tumble to couch. Entwined. Carole dives. Tongue parts thong. Sucks. Frees tits. Nipples harden. Pinches. Bites clit. Swollen. Laure writhes. Moans rise. Cyprine drips Carole’s thighs. I throb. Hand dives pants. Stroke. Shame. Cum spurts. Soaking. Her scream. Orgasm. Ours sync.

Blaze of Forbidden Lust

Not done. Laure: ‘My turn.’ Strips Carole. Full kiss. Tongues battle. Cunts grind. Brunette vs red bush. Slick friction. My dick revives. Hard steel.

Laure explores. Hands glide. Milk-white breasts. Inner thighs. Tease pubis. Avoids slit. Tongue follows. Ears. Toes. Up legs. Blows clit. Carole begs. Laure straddles. Ass high. Pussy exposed. Anus winks. Take her? No. Their moment. I pump furious. Seed sprays wall.

Fingers plunge. Two in cunt. One in ass. Slow. Accelerate. Carole bucks. Shrieks. Squirt floods. Laure laps greedily.

Bath floods floor. Wipe mess. Shower cold. Radio off. Return. Them dressed. Cocktails. Smiles.

‘Bain good?’ Laure asks. I flush. ‘Relaxing.’ ‘No. The show.’ Laughter erupts. ‘JOYEUX ANNIVERSAIRE!’ Best gift. She yanks pants. Cock springs. For Carole’s eyes. Skin still burns. Hearts pound. Night just starts.