Red Reunion: Ex-Lover’s Libertine Inferno

Insomnia claws at me. Two AM. That club inland from the Atlantic resort. Dim lights. Slow dances. Bodies grinding softly. Her red dress hugs curves I once owned. Chloé. My ex. Heart slams. Flashback hits: fac years, endless fucks, her refusal to follow to Paris. Two years gone. She dances with hands on her ass. Not his. Owner’s grip. Envy burns. Music stops. She passes. Recognition freezes me. I approach. Dance. Bodies recognize. Heat of her belly presses mine. Nipples harden through fabric. Perfume: rose-jasmin. Cock twitches. ‘Alone?’ Yes. Her with Louis five months. Not love. Attached. My pulse races. Louis eyes us. Jealous? Invites me tomorrow. Private party. I resist all day. Beach scans for her. Nine PM dinner. Ten. Smell hits: her scent. Eleven forty-five. I ring his villa bell. Flowers, champagne. Late. Wife Martine opens. Voluptuous. Sheer blouse, no bra. Heavy tits sway. Kitchen shock: woman impaled on table, man thrusting. She waves, smiles. Upstairs. Orgy unfolds. Couples fuck everywhere. Black goddess rides cock. Martine leads. Chloé upstairs. Door ajar. Her on knees. Black stud’s massive cock stretches lips. Louis directs: ‘Suck deeper.’ She gags, saliva drips. Tears gleam. Licks shaft, balls. Obedient slut. My ex? Cock throbs. She mounts doggy. Black bull slams in. Colors clash: ebony on gold tan. Louis: ‘Fuck the whore.’ She moans raw. Frottage intensifies. He spanks. She claws sheets. Louis throat-fucks her. Spit flies. She swallows his load. Gulp visible. Bull unloads inside. Cum leaks. Eyes meet mine. Shock. Defiance.

She crawls. Unbuttons me. Skin ignites. Memories flood. Naked. Cock rigid. She engulfs. Masterful suction. Tongue swirls. Balls cupped. Soullied mouth devours. Rides me. Sloppy wet. Crushes nuts. Grinds clit. Defiant eyes. Louis behind. Pushes her down. Faces inches. Breath hot. His cock probes ass. Double fill. Bites clash inside. Walls squeeze. She gasps: ‘He anals me, Julien.’ Friction maddens. Frotting shafts. Her cunt milks. Ass grips. I erupt first. She quakes. Violent orgasm. Waves crush. Louis pauses, winks. Resumes pounding. Her eyes roll. Second peak. He floods her bowels. Cum squelches. We collapse. Others leave.

The Fever Rises

Alone. Silence heavy. Bodies slick. ‘Sorry,’ she whispers. Cuddle spoon. Back to chest. Soft confessions. ‘First love. Last.’ Paris job. My offer: crash, replace Louis, orgies. Laughs pure. Cock hardens against her. Slips into cream-filled pussy. Slow dawn fuck. Gentle thrusts. Guides to ass. Virgin ring for me. Louis’ seed lubes. Tight heaven. Pounds deep. Fills her. She moans my name. Climax shared. Slip away. Her with them. Heart races home. Eight AM call. ‘Miss you. Deal?’ Cock stirs. Her slut reclaimed. My commands now.