A Young Wife's Wild Night - Chapter 3: Chapter 3
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The heat between us was unbearable. Dominic's sculpted body swallowed me whole, his dominance sending electric shocks through my system. My skin glistened with sweat as I melted against him, fingertips tracing the hard ridges of his abs while breathy whimpers escaped my lips.
His palm slid from my waist with deliberate slowness, finally gripping my ass with possessive intensity. My thighs pressed together instinctively - shocked at my body's traitorous response, yet secretly thrilled. Holy shit, I never knew I could crave a man's control like this.
"Time's up!"
The referee's call came too soon. Dominic released me reluctantly, our kiss leaving me dizzy. I gulped down half my wine in one desperate swallow, the liquid barely cooling the fire he'd ignited.
The room buzzed with renewed energy as we started another round. This time, Tiffany drew the short straw.
A guy unfolded her dare with glee: "Tiffany, you've got ten minutes to make any guy here finish - no rules, no limits."
The table erupted in cheers as guys chanted "Pick! Pick!" Without hesitation, she pointed at Dominic.
He flashed me a quick glance, playing coy. "Ten minutes? Babe, you know I need thirty minimum."
Tiffany arched an eyebrow. "Since when?" Grabbing a plastic cup, she marched to the bathroom with Dominic following. The door stayed conspicuously ajar.
Moans soon filtered through the heavy silence. We exchanged loaded glances, the air thick with anticipation. My legs shook uncontrollably as I watched - Tiffany's boasts about Dominic's skills suddenly making terrifying sense.
"Time's up!"
They emerged disheveled, Tiffany's satisfied glow telling the whole story. "Told you," Dominic smirked, hiking up his pants before scooping her up in a fireman's carry that sent her skirt flying.
The guys descended like wolves, trapping Tiffany in their circle as chaos erupted.
Alcohol became the final barrier breaker. Someone shoved a bottle to my lips - I drank greedily while anonymous hands explored my body. The room spun as my dress tore, landing me on the couch beside a panting Tiffany.
"Look at that porcelain skin... and that perfect ass-"
Resistance seemed pointless as the night dissolved into pure hedonism.
His palm slid from my waist with deliberate slowness, finally gripping my ass with possessive intensity. My thighs pressed together instinctively - shocked at my body's traitorous response, yet secretly thrilled. Holy shit, I never knew I could crave a man's control like this.
"Time's up!"
The referee's call came too soon. Dominic released me reluctantly, our kiss leaving me dizzy. I gulped down half my wine in one desperate swallow, the liquid barely cooling the fire he'd ignited.
The room buzzed with renewed energy as we started another round. This time, Tiffany drew the short straw.
A guy unfolded her dare with glee: "Tiffany, you've got ten minutes to make any guy here finish - no rules, no limits."
The table erupted in cheers as guys chanted "Pick! Pick!" Without hesitation, she pointed at Dominic.
He flashed me a quick glance, playing coy. "Ten minutes? Babe, you know I need thirty minimum."
Tiffany arched an eyebrow. "Since when?" Grabbing a plastic cup, she marched to the bathroom with Dominic following. The door stayed conspicuously ajar.
Moans soon filtered through the heavy silence. We exchanged loaded glances, the air thick with anticipation. My legs shook uncontrollably as I watched - Tiffany's boasts about Dominic's skills suddenly making terrifying sense.
"Time's up!"
They emerged disheveled, Tiffany's satisfied glow telling the whole story. "Told you," Dominic smirked, hiking up his pants before scooping her up in a fireman's carry that sent her skirt flying.
The guys descended like wolves, trapping Tiffany in their circle as chaos erupted.
Alcohol became the final barrier breaker. Someone shoved a bottle to my lips - I drank greedily while anonymous hands explored my body. The room spun as my dress tore, landing me on the couch beside a panting Tiffany.
"Look at that porcelain skin... and that perfect ass-"
Resistance seemed pointless as the night dissolved into pure hedonism.
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