Swapping Lovers

Scarlit checks her reflection in the mirror. Lingerie hugs her body. Heels click against the floor. The doorbell cuts through the quiet. She throws a robe on and walks past Seth—her workaholic husband glued to his screen—heading for the door. Behind him she slips open the door and finds Alina, her secret. She pulls her inside without a word. They retreat to a private room. Alina’s mouth finds hers, urgent and hungry. Hands roam under silk and lace. Fingers slide between wet folds. Scarlit drops to her knees, spreading Alina open, licking her until her thighs tremble and she moans into the still air. Afterwards they head back to Seth. He listens. Instead of anger, something else flickers across his face. He asks to watch. They nod. Clothes drop again, and the two women press together in front of him, skin against skin. Seth’s breath grows heavier. Alina leans toward Seth. Scarlit sees it, and jealousy flares hot and quick. She claims her husband’s mouth, tongue hungry, while Alina watches with a small smile. Seth’s hand moves between her legs. The tension snaps. All three fall into each other—Scarlit on her back, Alina’s mouth between her thighs, Seth’s cock sliding over her tongue. Fingers. Tongues. Sweat. He fucks Scarlit deep while Alina kisses her, then pulls out to paint both their faces, finishing with a thick cumshot that drips down their chins. They stay tangled, breathing hard, the air thick with heat and the sharp taste of everything they’ve done.