The Perfect Life Unraveling…
Anastasia, a stunning jet-set babe wife, leads a seemingly perfect life with her husband. They travel the world, attend glamorous parties, and indulge in all the luxuries life has to offer. However, behind closed doors, their marriage has started to lose its spark.
Returning home early from a shopping spree, Anastasia walks into a scene she never imagined. Her husband, bathed in the afternoon sun, is entangled with another woman.
I edged closer to the neighbor’s pool, heated and steaming, my heart pounding not with fury, but curiosity. There he was, my husband, broad-shouldered and sun-kissed from his days of carpentry, muscles taut as he moved with a primal rhythm I had never witnessed before.
“Ah, damn, that’s good,” I heard her moan, the sound slicing through the thick air.
“Like that?” His voice was husky, different. Commanding in a way that sent an unfamiliar shiver down my spine.
I should’ve been outraged, but instead, a strange warmth bloomed within me. Their bodies glistened with water and sweat, entwined in unabashed desire. She was attractive, no doubt, legs wrapped around him like ivy on an oak. Her husband, some tech wizard, probably never touched her with such unbridled passion.
“More, give me more,” she begged, and my husband obliged, his hands grasping her hips, guiding them to meet each thrust.
A coldness had settled between us long ago, our own encounters nothing more than routine. But this, this was raw and alive. It ignited something within me, a flicker of intrigue at the thought of being watched with the same intensity.
“Fuck, yes!” he grunted, and I saw her nails dig into the small of his back.
My breath caught. This wasn’t just sex; it was a performance, and I was the unintended audience. Could the sight of me with another bring out this beast in him? Would he watch with darkened eyes, jaw clenched, veins throbbing with jealousy and desire?
“Harder,” she gasped, and he drove into her with the power of a hammer driving nails into wood.
The idea took hold, a forbidden seed planted in the fertile ground of my imagination. What if he saw me like this, lost in ecstasy beneath another? Would it rekindle the fire that once raged between us?
“Come for me,” he commanded, and she shattered, her cries echoing off the water, a siren’s song luring me toward uncharted waters.
At that moment in all that glory watching them both come in ecstasy I knew I would do it and I had just the hunk in mind. I already had the perfect Valentine’s Day outfit from slay my lingerie this was going to be an erotic situation indeed!
To read more juicy stories or to shop this look join our exclusive SLAY VIP LINGERIE CLUB HERE
Don’t worry your escapades are safe with us.
All I do is fight lust with lust!
View 2
View 3
