1. This Tableau of Debauchery


    Date: 5/10/2024, Categories: Wife Lovers, Author: BellaCooperWrites, Source: LushStories 

    ... testament to uninhibited craving fulfilled.

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"God, yes!" The words were a ragged whisper torn from my lips as James drove into me with unrelenting force.

My body was electric, each movement igniting a new wave of euphoria. I could feel the intense heat of his release deep inside me, branding me in a raw and primal manner.

"Fuck, that was…" But before I could finish, another pair of hands gripped my hips. It was Mike, another one of my husband's friends, ready to take James' place. A shiver of anticipation ran through me.

"Clean him," Mike commanded, nodding toward James, who stood before me, his arousal glistening. Without hesitation, I took James into my mouth, tasting the salty tang of our combined lust.

"Such a good girl," James murmured, fingers tangling in my hair. The praise sent a thrill through me, my arousal reigniting even as I savored him.

Suddenly, a soft touch drew my attention downward. The young woman Mike had brought to the party, her eyes alight with mischief, had joined us. She slid beneath me, and her tongue found my clit, eliciting a gasp that vibrated around James in my mouth.

"Enjoying yourself?" James asked, voice laced with desire as he watched the scene ...
    ... unfold.

"More than you know," I managed to say before moans took over, wordless expressions of ecstasy as the young woman worked her magic.

The room swirled with the sounds of passion, bodies moving in a rhythm older than time. James positioned himself at the young woman's opening, and as he entered her, I lowered my mouth to her, reciprocating the pleasure she offered me.

"Ah, fuck!" Her cry mingled with mine as we both crested waves of climax, driven by James' relentless pace.

Mike grunted, his grip tightening, and with a deep thrust, until he, too, spilled himself inside me. The sensation of being filled again tipped me over the edge, and I came hard, stars bursting behind my closed eyelids. I panted, insatiable. More men joined, each taking their turn as desire dictated, no thought to anything but the raw need that consumed us all.

As dawn broke, our frenzy subsided, bodies spent and sated. Naked forms lay tangled in the aftermath as I found my way back to bed. With a contented sigh, I let sleep claim me once more, knowing that when I awoke to my husband's morning wood, this tableau of debauchery would only exist in memory. An ephemeral masterpiece painted in the soft morning light, as he reclaims me.
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