Since the start of her love affair with Alexander, Belle had grown to enjoy - wait, no crave - the most carnal of senses. The feel of her husband's sticky cum leaking out of her and down her thighs, the smell of her cunt juices on his face, the soreness of her well-fucked pussy, the taste of his cum still deliciously on her tongue and lips. These badges of sexual satisfaction prompted a new found, wicked smile. This is the enchanting visage one would encounter as Belle awoke after a night of lovemaking.
Belle stirred in the darkness. The momentary dysphoria of a strange bed was wiped away by a familiar sensation. Yes, quite familiar indeed. The firmness of her husband's beautiful cock evident, and increasingly so, between her ass cheeks.
A barely noticeable shift. Then suddenly Belle's fleshy labia, still wet and swollen from the sinful night before, enveloped the tip of Alexander's penis. Naughty boy, she thought, he was already inside her before she could muster an assent.
The strokes began to lose their gentility, more of his nicely thick cock finding its way deeper and deeper with every thrust. But Belle moaned permissively. Yes, she inhaled contentedly, knowing that before her husband, such an initial gesture might have been all there was.
Her past lovers had been considerably shorter in length and smaller in girth, and none were equipped to enter her from behind with any real success. With Alexander, however, Belle glowed with the appreciation that he still had several inches to go with that glorious cock before he bottomed out.
Even better was the strong hand massaging her full breasts. Grasping them all over, kneading her stiff nipples with determination. "That's right baby, you know I love that, pinch my tits . . . harder."
But what? Something else here.
A surprising third, and then fourth, hand. Grazing Belle's clit. Lightly tracing her flat tummy. A smaller, more delicate set of hands. A feminine pair.
Belle's glow spread throughout. Yes, of course. She remembered now.
Belle and Alexander had welcomed a third into their bed for the first time last night. A stunning, young French woman. Monique was everything a seduction hoped to be.
The Air France flight attendant pushed her tongue past Belle's full lips, playfully begging for a response.
Belle accepted unequivocally, opening her mouth and inhaling this sweet woman's breath to mix with her own. A taste, a nibble, the play continued. Quicker, firmer, quicker.
Then all of a sudden, Belle moaned deeply mid-kiss. Monique could see herself reflected in Belle's widened eyes.
Felling Alexander's penis harden even more, his balls tightening too, Belle recognized the unmistakable gush of his seed flooding her womb. Her own pussy contracting vigorously, but with little hope of containing the copious fluid her virile husband was depositing.
