Sunday Blaze: Devoured by Domie’s Touch in Our Bedroom

A soft May Sunday, ten a.m., our cozy home hums quiet. Baby Kevin sleeps. Bernard’s gone an hour, fetching Domie from the station. Twenty-one, bronzed beach goddess, wild and shameless. My belly twists, pussy throbs. Her letters burned me. That tanned body haunts my dreams. Car pulls up. She’s here. Hugs linger on lips. Afternoon chit-chat veers naughty. Lingerie talk. Bernard grins: ‘Nicole’s drawer is sinful.’ I grab her hand. ‘Come see.’ Stairs tremble under me, heart pounds, heat floods between thighs.

Bedroom door shuts. Drawers spill lace and leather. She holds a bustier. ‘Can I try?’ Tee flies off. Perfect tits stare, nipples begging. ‘God, flawless,’ I gasp. ‘Yours must ache from nursing.’ Chemisier opens. Milk-heavy, desire-swollen. Her hands cup them. Curiosity melts to strokes. Mine claim her chest. Shivers ripple her skin. Nipples harden. Sigh escapes. Door cracks. Bernard peeks. We smile wicked. He kisses lips, slips out. Lips crash. Tongues duel. Drown in her taste. Pussies soak. Hands map breasts, slide lower.

The Fever Ignites

Jeans yanked. Panties only. I step back. Dream body spins teasing. Call Bernard. Camera clicks. We sprawl on bed, smoke, buzz electric. Hands reclaim her skin. Lips seize nipples. Suck, nibble. Tongue trails belly. Pubis pulses through lace. Heat waves hit. Lick fabric. Bite damp edge. Her moans rise. ‘Oh yes! Fuck!’ Tongue snakes under elastic. Lips part. Clit sparks. She bucks electric. Tongue lashes. Suck hard. Body convulses. Fingers tangle hair. She screams orgasm, floods my mouth.

Eyes glow. Kiss crushes gratitude. Baby cries. Pause. Evening simmers tension. Post-movie, bed calls. Under sheets, hands roam Bernard’s chest. Cock rigid. Lips descend. Tongue laps shaft, balls heavy. Gulp head. Deep throat pulses. Door whispers. Domie: ‘Don’t stop. Beautiful.’ Chair nears. She watches. I pose, devour him. Eyes lock hers. Hers glaze, hungry. ‘Touch yourself.’ Clothes shed. Legs splay. Fingers plunge her slit. I shatter hands-free, scream raw.

Flames of Ecstasy

She follows, cries peak. Hand hers to his cock. Together stroke. Mouths alternate. Lick, suck, kiss over gland. Bernard groans paradise. He lifts heads. ‘Your night.’ Tongues triple-twist. Domie pins me. Body molds. Kisses rain. Thigh grinds clit. Fingers tease hole, circle nub. Drip audible. ‘Soaked slut.’ Mouth replaces. Bernard claims tits. Bite-suck. I explode, pillow-muffle howl.

Entwined. Domie whispers: ‘Fuck for me.’ Straddle Bernard. Cock slides home slick. Slow grind. She kisses, urges: ‘Harder.’ Tongue rims ass to balls. He swells. I quake, cum violent. Collapse. Now her. Guide her hips. Cock nestles lips. Push in slow. Watch join. Mouth worships union. Faster. She arches, spasms scream. Bernard holds.

Cigarette glows. He throbs untouched. Hands, mouths unite. Stroke, suck relay. He erupts. Gulp seed. Domie steals taste in kiss. Nestle his sides. Hands clasp. Hearts sync. Sleep claims euphoria.