Coquette and her cuckold (Part 4)
The bathroom became a sauna as the steam rose from the hot tub, making my vision as cloudy and indistinct as my thoughts. Julie sank lower in the water, like a crocodile slinking back into the river after consuming its prey. The water wrapped itself around her breasts, the surface taking the shape of her stiffly protruding nipples and dark areola. I stood at the door, gazing at her naked body and going over in my mind, all that I had seen her experience in the last few hours. My thoughts were awash with fleeting images of the night’s passion and my wife’s erotic experimentations. As my eyes breathed in her lithe femininity, my memory played with visions of her plunging fingers inside herself, of her standing in the pool, legs splayed, as she had …