Tuesday Inferno: My Wife’s Raw Surrender to the Electrician

The screen glows. Tuesday, 2 PM. My living room sofa stares back, empty. Heart hammers in my chest. Then Sonia glides in. Tight black dress clings to her slim frame. Deep cleavage. Heels click sharp. Lips red, eyes wild. She sets out aperitifs, bottles glint. Hands tremble slightly. She’s primed. Doorbell chimes. She vanishes from frame. Returns with him. The electrician. Tall, rugged forties. Clear eyes devour her. ‘Two weeks too long, little slut,’ he growls, palm cracks her ass. She gasps, smiles. No outrage. Hunger. His hands grip her cheeks through fabric. Knead hard. Lifts the dress slow. Lace stockings peek. Black thong. My cock stirs. Rage boils but heat surges lower. He wedges fingers between thighs. Probes. Pulls back glistening. ‘Dripping already, whore.’ She nods, eyes locked. ‘Yes, I need you.’ He shoves her forward. Knees on sofa, chest over back. Ass high, camera perfect view. Heels dig in. Dress hiked. Thong stretched. Palms smack flesh. Ripples. ‘Beautiful slut ass.’ Fingers circle her slit. Slide in. One. Slow pump. She moans low. Hips buck. Heart races watching my pure wife arch like this. Sweat beads on my neck. He adds second finger. Twists. She whimpers. Licks her from behind. Tongue laps folds. Fingers plunge. Ten minutes. Endless. Builds her fire. My breath short. Cock iron hard.

He strips shirt. Muscles flex. Jeans drop. Thick cock springs. She spins, drops to knees. Mouth engulfs. Gulp. Slurps greedy. Balls cupped, squeezed. ‘Filthy cocksucker!’ he snarls. She dives deeper. Gags eager. Turns her doggy again. Spreads cheeks. Spit on hole. Finger breaches anus. She freezes, then grinds back. ‘Love ass play, pig?’ ‘Yes!’ Two fingers now. Ass and pussy. Alternates. Licks rim. She quakes. Trembles. Begs. ‘Fuck me!’ He mounts. Cock nudges pussy. Inch by inch. She stiffens. Long moan rips out. He thrusts steady. Builds speed. She screams. Body convulses. Orgasms crash. Collapses. He pulls out. ‘Not done. Anal next, you never say no.’ ‘Wait, bastard!’ ‘Doggy, filthy cunt!’ Obeys instant. Spit lubes. Cock presses anus. Slow breach. She tenses, then rolls hips. ‘Slut loves anal! Say it!’ ‘Yes.’ ‘Louder!’ ‘I LOVE GETTING FUCKED IN THE ASS! EncuLE ME!’ He pounds savage. Skin slaps. She howls. Cums again. Waves. He roars, floods her depths. Bodies slump. Sweat-slick. My hand flies on cock. Fury and fire collide.

The Fever Ignites

He withdraws. Cum leaks. Grabs napkin. Wipes casual. Dresses quick. She sprawls, dress down crooked. Hair mussed. Face flushed, shame flickers. ‘Next Tuesday?’ Silence. ‘Next Tuesday?’ ‘Yes,’ whisper. ‘Just start. Your ass craves more. Obey me. Surprises coming.’ ‘What…’ ‘You’ll beg.’ Door shuts. She’s alone. Savoring aftershocks. Skin glows. Eyes distant, sated. I rewind. Again. Her moans fill room. Ass stuffed. Insults fuel her. My sweet Sonia. Mother. Slut unleashed. Cock erupts. Shame burns but craving lingers. Heart still races. Skin hot. This danger devours. Tuesday waits.