Red Confession: Devouring My Best Friend’s Wife on the Scorching Terrace

July heat clings like a lover’s sweat. Car’s AC dead. I pull up to Paul and Beatrice’s house, shirt plastered to my chest. Door swings open. Beatrice in a short, flimsy dress. Curves screaming. Skin glowing. She smiles. Invites me to the shaded terrace. Wine chills in ice. But first, shower. Blessed cool water cascades. Soap slicks my skin. Hand strokes slow. I imagine her. Naked. Sucking Paul. Tongue swirling his tip. Balls cupped. She pumps him. He erupts on her face. Licks him clean. My cock throbs. Cum spills hot. Heart hammers. Rinse fast. Robe on. Her clothes wait in the bedroom. Paul’s pants. His drawer. Strings instead of boxers. Tight fabric bites my ass. Peek her lingerie. White lace bustier. Cutouts for nipples. Pastels tempt. Door knocks. Guilty yes. Terrace. She pours wine. Leans. Breasts swing free. Nipples peek. Heart races. Talk Paul’s jealousy. Her eyes lock. I kneel. Hands on thighs. Skin silk-hot. Lips press inner thighs. Perfume sweet musk. Fingers lift dress. White lace thong. Kiss fabric. Tongue traces. She spreads. Legs wide. String slides down. Kisses trail calves. Thighs quiver. Pussy bare. Dew glistens. Lips meet folds. Tongue dives. Nectar floods. Clit swells. Fingers probe. One. Two. She bucks. Grips my hair. Breath ragged.

She growls. Pulls me up. Pants drop. String snaps aside. Cock springs hard. Veins pulse. She straddles. Impales deep. Wet heat grips. Savage ride. Hips slam. Breasts bounce wild. Nails rake back. Sweat mixes. Skin slaps skin. Heart thunders. Urgency consumes. Possess her. Fuck Paul’s wife. She grinds. Clit mashes base. Walls clench. Tremors seize her. Screams rip air. Orgasm crashes. Triggers mine. Cum jets deep. Floods her. She collapses. Bodies slick. Breaths gasp. Pulse pounds ears. Raw. Bestial. Total.

The Fever Rises

Awkward silence. Eyes avoid. She flees inside. Shame burns. Dress hasty. Scribble note. Pardon. Merci. Slip out. Night hides guilt. Next day, message. Abandoned warehouse. 6 PM. Her car there. Darkness swallows. Echoes machines rust. Voice whispers. Eric, run. Paul’s insane. He steps from shadow. Gun steady. Beatrice sobs at feet. Back early. Found note. Her confession. You’re all the same. Pervert my wife. Run. Make it fun. Legs pump. Bullet chases. Heart explodes fear. Pleasure’s ash. Skin still tingles her touch. Betrayal’s price. Death.