Red Confession: Devoured by the Smooth African Temptress
My apartment door buzzes. Heart hammers like a jackhammer. Sweat beads on my forehead. I peer through the peephole. There they are. Lissa, tresses swaying, flawless ebony skin. Aissatou beside her, watching. Jeans hugging hips, strings peeking. They climb the stairs. Pulse races. Door opens. Lissa vanishes into the bathroom. Emerges naked. Only heels. Talons clicking. Body perfection. Heavy breasts swaying. Smooth everywhere. Shaved clean. Like I spied through binoculars. My cock twitches. Hesitant. Wife’s panties litter the bathroom. She spots them. ‘Yours?’ Grins. ‘She’s at La Baule. Coast clear.’ Aissatou sinks into couch. I strip. Naked on chair. Lissa stands between me and stool. Legs apart. Skin glows under lamp. Heat rises. Air thick. My fingers tremble. Disinfect. Lube. Everything sterile. Primal.
She turns. Bends. Ass presents. Perfect cheeks part. I circle anus. Tight. Warm. Push index in. Velvet heat grips. She sighs. Deeper. Majeur now. Thrust slow. Press prostate feel. She murmurs African words. They giggle. Tension cracks. ‘She loves anal,’ Aissatou translates. Blood surges. Cock hardens. She faces me. Legs wide. Dark lips pulled aside. Clit swells. Butterfly head. I stroke. Methodical. She rocks hips. Faster. Breath quickens. Eyes lock on my hand. Body tenses. Shudders rip through. Orgasm hits. Smile beams. First woman I’ve made cum in years. Fire ignites.
The Fever Builds
Her turn. Fingers lube left hand. Slide majeur into her ass. Loose now. Hot tunnel. Press against her. Suck left nipple. Hard peak. She pinches mine. Sharp pain pleasure. Cock rages. Full mast. Grab wife’s last panty. Lace. Sniff her scent. Stroke furious. Against her belly. Balls tighten. Surge builds. Explode. Ropes soak lace. Body convulses. Groans escape. They worry. Then laugh. Stress gone. We pant. Skin slick. Hearts thunder. She showers. Dries with wife’s towel. Thorough. Teases. Dresses. ‘Next time, both of us.’ Door clicks shut. Silence. Balls ache. Fold cum-soaked panty. Into laundry. Wife returns soon. Her new stains whisper secrets. I sinned. Burned alive. Alive again.
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