Boss’s office. Friday afternoon. 1980s city buzz filters through blinds. I’m Sylvie. Day hero: secretary, wife. Heart pounds. Time to answer André. Be his mistress? Or hide? He stares. Cocky grin. ‘You want it, Sylvie. To cum like never before.’ Shame burns. Husband Pascal’s cuckold dream haunts. But my pussy aches. ‘I… cum harder with you.’ His smile explodes. Pride swells. He circles. Unzips. Thick cock springs free. Hard. Veiny. Inches from lips. I lean. Suck. Slow. Deep. Answer given. No words needed. He spins me. Desk edge. Skirt up. Panties down. Kneels. Tongue dives. Licks clit. Builds fire. I gasp. Legs quake. He rises. Lips shine. Thrusts in. Easy glide. Stretches walls. Fills me. ‘So tight. I’ll widen you daily. Wife’s away. All week mine.’ I shatter. Orgasm rips. His seed floods. ‘Yes! Yes!’ Mask cracks. Power surges. I’m his. Control mine in surrender.
His house. Monday. Luxury villa screams wealth. Wife Anaïs in Portugal. Empty bed mocks her. He drags me upstairs. Clothes rip. Fucks me raw. Once. Twice. Three times. Cock relentless. Huge. Pounds pussy. I scream bliss. Unmatched. Kitchen break. Juice gulped. He hardens again. Back to bed. Doggy. Tongue probes ass. New. Forbidden. Lube slicks. Finger invades. Stretches. Then his cockhead presses. ‘Relax.’ Pain stabs. ‘Too big! Hurts!’ He pushes. Splits me. Inch by inch. I cry. Fight. Then… shift. Pain melts. Pleasure erupts. Full. Owned. ‘Your ass mine. Cuck husband total.’ Dirty words ignite. I explode. Howl like slut. He pumps. Fills bowels with cum. Waves crash. Die in ecstasy. Mission complete. Every hole claimed. Adrenaline peaks. City’s rhythm pulses outside. I’m unstoppable.
The Mutation: Dropping the Mask
Back to normal. Evening. Tell Pascal. Fight erupts. ‘You lied!’ I stand firm. ‘Your fantasy.’ Phone André. He talks. Calms. Promises thrills: calls mid-fuck, pics, video. Pascal grins. ‘He’s intense.’ Weekend love reignites. Rivalry fuels him. Week blurs. Office romps. Home invasions. Phone sex for hubby. He hears moans. Cums alone. Double-teamed daily. Secret burns inside. Stronger. Day mask: efficient wife, worker. Night shadow: cum queen. Power hidden. Eyes sharper. Stride bolder. No one knows. Gorbachev reforms on radio? World changes. Mine too. I’m the heroine. Pulsing. Alive. Ready for more.