Red Confession: My Wedding Night with Her in My Husband’s Suit

The door clicks shut. My house. My kitchen. Heart pounding like a drum in my chest. Bertrand’s away. Kids asleep. Melanie’s here. Finally. I serve lasagnas, steam rising hot. She eyes me, hungry. Not for food. ‘Kids asleep?’ Her voice sharp. Pins me to the wall. Lips crash. Breath stolen. Body pressed hard. Heat surges between thighs. I push back. ‘Dinner first.’ Play hard to get. She smirks. We eat. Tension coils. Words sting. ‘You love him still?’ ‘Nobody,’ she says. Hurts. But ignites. Table cleared in frenzy. My hands shake. She commands: ‘Kitchen. Now.’ But no. ‘Bedroom. Play doll.’ Carries me. Strong arms. Pulse races. Drops me soft on bed. Wardrobe opens. Wedding dress. His suit. She strips. Slides into his clothes. Perfect fit. Mirror. Side by side. ‘Christelle, marry me?’ Eyes pierce. Game. ‘One night.’ Cravat around my neck. Leash. Pulls to tub. Water rushes. Undresses me slow. Fingers trace skin. Soap suds. Breasts heaving. Nipples harden. Down belly. Between legs. Circles clit. Probes anus. ‘Virgin here?’ Whisper. Yes. Timid. Bed now. Naked. Her confession spills. ‘Fell for you. Want forever. Scared.’ Tears well. ‘I love you too.’ Finger on lips. Kiss explodes. Tongues battle. Hands roam. Squeeze breasts. Inner thighs quiver.

Knees hit floor. Legs yanked wide. Face buries in. Tongue laps thighs. Teases pubis. Clit throbs. Swollen. Dives in. Wet folds part. Sucks. Flicks. Gushes flood her mouth. Groans muffled. Hand in mouth. Suck fingers. Heart hammers. Chest heaves. Waves crash. Body arches. Squirts hard. She drinks. Slows. Licks clean. I collapse. Drenched. Shaking. Alive.

The Fever Builds: Anticipation Ignites

Sit up. Pull her close. Kiss deep. Taste myself. Tender now. ‘I love you, Melanie.’ ‘Me too. Still my wife.’ Night blurs. Kisses every minute. Bodies entwine. Dawn creeps. Eyes lock. Future whispers. Trips. Dreams. Kids stir soon. ‘Stay for breakfast.’ Cling. Phone rings. Bertrand. ‘Missed you.’ Lie burns sweet. Skin still tingles. Heart branded. This night. Ours. Forever changed. Ashes smolder. Ready to blaze again.