Tonight is the night.

The culmination of one of my secret fantasies that has gnawed at my mind for months. I'm finally going to cross that threshold, and I refuse for this moment to be anything less than sublime.

For the occasion, I treated myself to this lingerie set that hugs my curves like a second skin: a deep purple lace bodysuit, its rich hue dancing against my pale skin. The matching garter belts stretch sheer stockings over my firm thighs. They create an intoxicating contrast, an almost regal glow against the cascade of my auburn hair that falls over my shoulders. I feel irresistible, like a pagan goddess ready to give.

Even though this purchase has seriously dented my bank account, I know it won't be the only night I'll use it.

Working remotely today gives me precious time to prepare. I want everything to be perfect. I want to be breathtaking for him. A vision that will consume him with a burning desire, annihilating his spirit, driving him to claim me with an urgency that will obliterate everything else.

Nathan won't be home for another two hours, a generous window to perfect the details: trail scented oils over my skin until it gleams like satin under the dimmed lights, arrange the living room cushions into an inviting nest, and cue a playlist of the moment's hits. All sang a cappella. It's mesmerizing how a familiar tune transforms into something profoundly sensual when whispered like that, stripped bare.

I'm dripping with impatience, a warm trickle of desire already seeping between my thighs, the situation thrusting me into a state of excitement so vivid, so palpable, that I've rarely felt it this intensely in the raw flesh of reality. What woman wouldn't melt under such anticipation, with what I have put in place?

I slip into a flowing violet dress that harmonizes with the hidden lace of my underthings, accentuating the swell of my breasts. I settle onto the sofa with calculated grace. To kill time, I nervously scroll through my phone, chasing a futile distraction in the ephemeral streams of social feeds, but to no avail... My mind keeps drifting back to him, to the heat of his gaze that will ignite upon me. I remind myself then, that I've woven this evening for him and him alone.

The metallic jingle of keys in the lock makes me bolt upright.

Nathan nudges the door open, and his step falters on the threshold, surprised by the transformation of our haven... and by me. I'd envisioned a more measured prelude. A romantic dinner, for example. But the excitement surging through me is too strong. My mind has no say, all that matters is this primal craving to submit to him. I walk toward Nathan with fluid, undulating steps. My hand grazes his neck, fingers light as feathers along the vein pulsing beneath his warm skin, before my lips brush a soft, almost chaste kiss on the other side of his jaw.

Nathan yields to my momentum, his body stiffening in delicious surrender, and I sense the shiver rippling through him. I pull back just enough to plunge into his brown eyes behind his glasses, that geeky gaze already darkening with desire, then I take his hand and draw him toward the sofa, guiding him until he sinks into it.

I step back a few paces, turning my back to him. With a slow, deliberate motion, I slide the violet dress down my arms, letting it pool on the living room floor. In purple lace body. I stand there, eyes closed, imagining in the darkness the searing weight of his gaze sweeping over me, devouring me. That fantasy alone hardens my nipples against the lace, makes my core throb with a desire so sharp it's painful.

I let the a cappella rhythm pulsing in the background sway me, and I start to undulate, hips rolling in slow circles. All of this is for him, a dance dedicated to his hunger, to the appetite I feel growing. The intoxicating thrill of this display drowns me, but I can't wait any longer. My body screams for more.

I finally spin around, and I drop to my knees between his spread legs, like an impatient slut. My hands, feverish, claw at his belt, yanking the buckle with a sharp clink, then at the zipper that gives with a voracious rasp. His cock springs free at last, stiff and proud, veins bulging under the taut skin, the head already glistening with a pearl of pre-cum betraying his arousal. It knows what's coming, and I grip it in one sweaty palm, feeling its pulse hammer against my fingers.

My tongue applies itself to the base, lapping the salty heat of his tight balls, trailing up vein by vein in a slow, wet smear that makes him twitch. Nathan throws his head back, a raw, prolonged groan ripping from his throat. At the tip, I don't hesitate: I open wide and swallow him down in one go, soft but deep, my throat yielding around his thick flesh, sucking until my lips crush against the hairy base.

God... I love the taste of a cock in my mouth so much...

Another guttural moan tears from him, almost animal, and I feel his hand clench in my auburn hair, tugging not harshly but with that urgency that makes me drip harder. Even though I'm frustrated that he doesn't put more pressure on it.

I can't hold back. My free hand dives between my thighs, snapping the body's press-studs one by one in sharp pops, freeing access to my sex. First, a finger glides over my engorged clit, a graze that wrings a muffled moan from me, vibrating around Nathan's cock like bonus suction that makes him gasp.

Then my fingers dip lower, seizing the base of the dildo buried inside me for hours, a almost perfect replica of a man's cock, thick and veined, the one he ordered me to buy months ago for this twisted ritual I've orchestrated. Because this night is for him, carved into every throb of my body.

And when I say "him",

I mean you.

Dan.

All this was your idea.

Delicious and perverse idea.

I start the thrusts with what I imagine is a copy of your cock, plunging and withdrawing it from my soaked sex in an obscene sucking slurp, each drive stoking the fire gnawing at me, my juices trailing hot rivulets down my thighs. Right in that moment, I imagine you, Dan, pounding me from behind, your real cock wrecking me mercilessly while I suck Nathan off, clueless to the betrayal unfolding under his nose. This mental infidelity hits like a jolt, dirty lightning bolts of pleasure radiating from my core to my toes, clenching my throat tighter around his rigid shaft, my sealed lips ramping up the pace, slurping more greedily, drooling over his taut balls.

Fuck, Dan, it feels like I'm riding you in secret, letting you fill me up while he moans, oblivious that it's your ghost making me cum. Any second now, I expect your grip on my hips, your fingers digging into my flesh to steady me, to fuck me right there, slamming your cock to the hilt into my convulsing body.

Nathan's cock throbs harder and harder against my tongue, swelling in my mouth, while his hand strokes my hair in a timid way. I'm so frustrated at that moment.

What is he waiting for to grab my head with both fists, to facefuck me and ram my throat until snot and drool spray from my stretched lips? What the fuck is he waiting for to use me like a filthy sex toy, pounding my mouth mercilessly until I choke on his cock?

That's all I crave, this raw degradation that would make me whimper in ecstasy, and that frustration goes straight to my hips: I slam the dildo more savagely between my thighs, making it smack against my drenched walls, my juices streaming in viscous rivulets down my silk stockings, soaking the rug with the acrid scent of a bitch in heat.

Dan... God... if it were you here, you wouldn't be tender. You'd seize my temples, shove your thick cock balls-deep into my throat with one brutal thrust, making me gurgle like a suffocating slut, tears streaming and snot dripping, calling me a horny slut while I drool and belch your pre-cum.

This vision consumes me, clenching my sex tighter around the almost replica of your cock, and I hope to my filthy core that this purple lingerie turns you on, that my crawling submission makes you rock-hard, that my vicious betrayal of Nathan, my clueless boyfriend moaning away, sets your loins ablaze as much as it does mine.

It excites me to death, this mental perfidy drowning me in a sea of guilty bliss, shoving me to the brink as I feel Nathan finally snap: his cock jerks wildly, and he bellows a primal, guttural scream like a beast being slaughtered, while a scorching, thick rope of cum floods my mouth, salty and viscous, blasting my palate in uncontrollable spurts.

I swallow greedily. I keep the strokes going, slurping the last drops with voracious greed, my tongue scraping the sensitive head to milk him to the core, feeling his cock soften gradually in my mouth. In one final surge, I bury the dildo to the hilt in my gaping slit, slamming it against my cervix in a dull thud that arches my back, and I deep-throat Nathan's flaccid cock one last time, before releasing it.

With a quick flick, I snap the body's studs shut, trapping that evidence of my adultery back between my sticky thighs. I rise slowly, knees aching and jaw throbbing, a smile curling my lips, triumphant, while Nathan, still heaving, head lolled back against the sofa, cracks a dopey grin, eyes half-lidded behind his fogged glasses.

"I'll be right back," I rasp, voice hoarse from the abuse.

Rising in a fluid motion that rolls my hips, I pad toward the bathroom. Once the door closed, I slap a trembling palm against the cold mirror, my reflection throwing back a disheveled Emma: lips swollen and glossy with dried remnants, green eyes bloodshot with lust. My other hand dives straight for the body's snaps, ripping them open in an impatient crackle to bare my ravaged core, still throbbing around the dildo lodged like a living threat.

I resume the thrusts with fury, the veined plastic slapping into me in a frenzied rhythm, obscene sucking noises echoing. My walls clenching hungrily around it, sucking every inch like it's your real cock, Dan, wrecking me without quarter.

I look at myself in the mirror, cheeks aflame, and whisper in a broken rasp, "Fuck me... Dan. Do I turn you on like this? Fuck me like a whore, like your slut in heat, defile me with your cum while I whisper your name."

My gaze slides behind me, searching for your imagined reflection in the mirror. Hoping to see your silver mane and piercing gray-blue eyes, your strong hands ready to slam me against the sink and pummel me to the bone, while Nathan waits outside.

It takes barely minutes. I'm a lit fuse. My body tautens like a bow, my abs seizing in violent spasms, and the orgasm crashes through me like a wrecking ball: a devastating wave. My sex clamped the dildo in squirting pulses.

I bite my lower lip bloody to muffle the rising screams, a strangled animal growl rumbling in my chest, nails raking the mirror in blurry streaks as stars burst behind my lids. I collapse there, panting, my breath coming from a sprint, my skin glistening with sweat, lingering for a moment in that sticky glow before releasing the dildo in one fluid motion. Despite the intense pleasure and the prelubrication, I'm relieved to finally be able to remove it. I rinse it with cold water in a rush that erases our secrets. Mine, yours, this fantasized betrayal.

I stash it quick in the sink drawer, I'll hide it later.

I quickly reattach the body with still-shaking hands, smoothing the lace over my curves, and join my boyfriend, my heart pounding with guilty affection.

Thanks, Dan, for this twisted idea.

Thanks for this delicious moment, this dirty peak of pleasure that's already haunting me for next time.

You will surely be the death of me.

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