Red Confession: Wife’s Pantyless Tease Before the Boss’s Party

Annie hangs up the phone. Cheeks flushed red. She spins, eyes locking mine. Breasts heaving under her dress. She attacks my tie, hands trembling. Too tight. I wince. ‘Don’t come tonight,’ she whispers. ‘Only husbands invited for show. You’d be alone.’ Boss’s eyes on her flash in my mind. Jealousy spikes my pulse. She presses close. Soft tits crush my chest. Hot breath on neck. Arm slips down. Fingers dive into my briefs. Grips my cock, balls. Yanks them free. Air hits skin. Shiver races up spine. Heart hammers. Her hand on my ass. We grind. Thigh parts mine. Fabric whispers. Cock throbs against silk. Precum beads. ‘You’ll stain me,’ she purrs. Lifts dress. Bare thighs scorch. Gland drags silk edge. Fire builds. I grab her ass cheeks. Firm, hot. She pushes shoulders. Knees buckle. Drop low. Face to her crotch. Nose buries in damp lace. Blonde bush peeks. Tongue darts. Lick pubis. Through panties. Salty musk floods mouth. She spreads. Hips buck. Presses my skull. Fingers tangle hair. ‘Good boy.’

Heat explodes. Her thighs quake. Panties soak. I lap harder. Clit swells under nylon. She grinds face into pussy. Air cuts short. Nose mashed lips. Breathe her scent. Tibia nudges balls. Cock leaks on leg. Free hand peels foreskin. Exposes gland. Shiny, raw. She senses. Foot wedges knees. Balls ache. Tongue frenzied. Her cries peak. Crush. Orgasm rips. Juices flood. Thighs clamp skull. Gasp for air. Push hips back. She releases. Smiles down. Eyes drop to my jutting meat. Glistening tip. Balls tight. ‘Come.’ Pulls to bathroom. Stands close. Hand claims shaft. Peels back fully. Eyes hold mine. No stroke. Just hold. Exposed. Burning frenulum tugs. Legs shake. ‘Feel it rise?’ Nods. Sure. Free hand hikes dress. Wiggles panties off. Dangles wet black lace. Triumph. Presses to face. Smear juices on lips. Nose. ‘My gift.’ Smothers. Inhale her. Cock pulses. No pump. Brain melts. She whispers. ‘Love holding you bare. Making you wait.’ Nips ear. Tongue wet. ‘Boss stares my tits. Gets red.’ Heart races. ‘Thighs too. No panties tonight.’ Vision blurs. Legs buckle. Semen surges.

The Fever Ignites

First rope arcs. Into tub. Body folds. Salves jet. She clings side. Hand steady on shoulder. Watches. Smiles. ‘Came hands-free. Love it.’ Waves crash mind. Emptied. Skin buzzes. Still hard in grip. She slips free. Back turns. Bedroom door. Leg lifts. Slips heel. Other follows. Purse swings. Keys jingle. Glances back. Joy sparkles. Waves kiss. Door slams. Gone. Alone. Tub echoes drips. Cock softens. Face sticky with her. Heart slows. Burn lingers. She strides free. No barrier. Boss’s gaze awaits. Pulse quickens again. What now?