Tempting Surrender
Under the villa’s balcony, the Mediterranean waves crashed like distant thunder, salt air thick and clinging to sweat-damp skin. Sophia’s laugh cut through the night, low and husky, as she leaned against the railing, her swollen belly curving out beneath the sheer silk robe that barely concealed her fuller curves. Eight months along, she glowed with that feral, primal energy pregnancy unleashes—tits heavy and leaking, hips wider, skin flushed. Alex watched from the shadows inside, his cock already stirring at the sight of her. She’d insisted on this getaway, this “retreat” to some rented cliffside paradise in Greece, whispering promises of games that would test every boundary they’d ever drawn.
His fingers twitched. The package had arrived that morning, unmarked, with a single note: Unlock what’s tempting within. Inside, a sleek black remote, no bigger than a key fob, engraved with a coiled serpent. Sophia had snatched it up, eyes gleaming mischief. “This,” she’d purred, “changes everything tonight.” Now, as she turned, robe slipping open to reveal lace cradling her aching breasts and the dark triangle between her thighs, Alex felt the pull. Tempting. So damn tempting to dive in, consequences be damned.
She sauntered inside, the click of her stilettos echoing off marble floors scented with jasmine incense. “Come here, love,” she cooed, grabbing his wrist. Her touch burned, electric. He followed, heart pounding, into the master suite where candles flickered shadows across velvet drapes. The bed loomed huge, but she bypassed it, sinking onto a low ottoman and patting her lap—no, wait. She guided him to sit first, then draped herself across his thighs, belly nestling warm against his straining zipper, ass arched high like an offering. Naked save for those heels and a thong biting into her plump cheeks.
Alex swallowed hard. The remote dangled from her fingers, thumb hovering. “You ready to play?” Her voice dripped honeyed venom. He nodded, mesmerized by the way her auburn waves cascaded over his knee, brushing his skin like silk feathers.
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Chapter 2: The First Sting 🔥
The air hummed with tension, thick as the musk rising from her skin—sweat mixed with that sweet milky scent leaking from her nipples. Sophia wiggled, grinding her belly softly against Alex’s thigh, feeling his hardness throb beneath her. “Hit me,” she breathed, thumb depressing the remote’s button.
It wasn’t pain that shot through him. No. A jolt, invisible, worming into his nerves like liquid fire, commandeering his right arm. He fought it—or tried—muscles locking as his palm lifted, hovered, then cracked down on her right cheek. The slap echoed sharp, flesh blooming red instantly under the candlelight. Sophia gasped, a throaty sound that twisted into a moan, her hips bucking up for more.
“Fuck, yes,” she hissed, the word vulgar and raw against the room’s opulence. Milk beaded at her nipples, trickling warm rivulets down her sides, pooling on his pants. His cock surged, painful now, trapped. And there, in the corner—had he always been there?—a figure stirred. Damien, she called him earlier in a teasing whisper during dinner. Masked, shirtless, his broad chest gleaming oiled, pants tented obscenely. He took a step closer, silent predator.
Alex’s mind reeled. Tempting curves jiggled with the impact, her ass cheeks parting slightly, thong soaked and dark. She pressed the button again. Click. Another smack, harder, his fingers splaying to cover more, stinging his own palm. She yelped, laughed—god, that laugh, pure sin—and arched higher. “Harder, baby. Make it hurt so good.” The remote’s power pulsed through him; resistance only made his dick leak pre-cum, soaking through fabric against her skin.
Damien advanced. Two steps. His outline loomed, zipper straining. Sophia’s breath quickened, tasting salt on her lips as she licked them. The third click landed palm between her cheeks, grazing that tempting cleft, thong shoved aside just enough to tease her puckered hole. She shuddered, pussy clenching visibly, juices slicking her inner thighs. Alex groaned, fury and lust warring—his wife, pregnant and perfect, offering herself like this. Milk flowed freer now, drenching his leg in warm stickiness.
“Feel that?” she murmured, grinding. “You’re getting so fucking hard. He’s coming closer because of you.” Damien’s hand palmed his bulge, eyes locked on her reddened ass. Step four. Alex’s arm rose without thought, crashing down with bruising force. Sophia cried out, real tears pricking, but her hand flew back to spread herself wider, exposing everything—swollen lips glistening, asshole winking.
Chapter 3: Milk and Madness 💋
Flashback hit Alex like a wave as the next smack reverberated. Dinner earlier: Sophia in a sundress stretched taut over her bump, Damien “the masseuse” she’d hired, his strong hands kneading her feet under the table while Alex poured wine. She’d moaned then, subtle, eyes locking on Alex’s with that challenging glint. “He’s got magic fingers,” she’d said, toes curling. Now those same fingers would touch more?
Click. Smack. Her left cheek matched the right, fiery crimson. Sophia writhed, belly pressing his cock flat, the baby’s kick fluttering against him—a reminder of life amid this depravity. Milk squirted now, arcs from her tits with each jolt, splattering his shirt. She reached down, scooped a palmful, and smeared it across her ass like lotion. “Taste me later,” she tempted, voice breaking. The word hung, tempting him to madness.
Damien was feet away, cock out now—heavy, veined monster, thicker than Alex’s wrist, head purple and weeping. He stroked lazily, syncing with the spanks. Sophia’s remote hand trembled; arousal made her clumsy. “One more,” she warned Alex, thumb mashing down. The hardest yet—his hand cupped fully, fingers dipping into her soaked folds accidentally, or not. She screamed, orgasm ripping through, pussy gushing hot nectar over his wrist.
Alex bucked, dry-humping her belly involuntarily, shame burning hot. Damien knelt behind, breath hot on her thighs. “Please,” Alex begged—stop? More? Sophia giggled through aftershocks, remote tossed aside. “Now he’s here because you’re tempting fate, love. Watch.” Damien’s tongue lapped her ass crack first, slow, savoring. Sophia pushed back, greedy, moaning as he delved deeper, rimming her with filthy slurps that filled the room—wet, obscene sounds mixing with wave crashes outside.
Alex’s hand, free now, hovered useless. He could stop this. Grab her. But he didn’t. Instead, fingers traced her spine, dipping to pinch a nipple, milking her deliberately. White streams jetted, one hitting Damien’s cheek. The man growled approval, sucking her clit next—vacuum pull making her buck wildly.
Chapter 4: The Intrusion
Night deepened, villa air turning sultry, candles guttering low. Sophia’s body trembled atop Alex, post-orgasm haze sharpening every sense: the rough weave of his pants against her belly button, Damien’s stubble scraping inner thighs, Alex’s cologne clashing with cum-musk. “Fuck my mouth,” she demanded suddenly, twisting awkwardly to face Alex, mouth open wide, tongue out like a beggar’s bowl.
He fumbled free, cock springing up—average, proud, slick with pre. She engulfed him, pregnant swell making the angle awkward, throat bulging as she deepthroated sloppily, gagging wetly. Damien rose behind, spitting on her pussy—phht—before rubbing his beast along her slit. No entry yet, just grinding, stretching folds obscenely wide. Sophia hummed around Alex’s shaft, vibrations shooting lightning up his spine.
“He’s gonna split me,” she popped off to gasp, saliva stringing chin to tip. “Bigger than you, baby. Tempting, isn’t it?” Alex nodded, hating himself, thrusting back into her mouth harder to silence her. Damien teased her entrance, first knuckle dipping in—popping free with a lewd suck. Sophia keened, ass clenching. Then, with a grunt, he speared forward—not full, half-length sinking into her heat.
She screamed around Alex’s cock, eyes watering, body seizing. Damien paused, savoring her vise-grip, veins pulsing against walls that hadn’t stretched like this since early pregnancy. Inch by inch, more invaded, belly shifting as internal pressure mounted. Balls-deep now, pubes matted to her thong, he bottomed out, cervix nudged. Sophia came again, squirting backward onto his sack, floods soaking Alex’s thighs below.
Alex watched, transfixed—the brutal union, her pussy lips gripping white-knuckled around invading girth. Damien pulled back slow, dragging inner walls, then slammed—hips pistoning like a machine, wet slaps echoing louder than spanks. Sophia choked on Alex, tits flopping, milk spraying wildly. Sensory overload: Taste of pre-salt on her tongue, his on her lips; scent of rutting animals; touch of rough hands mauling cheeks; sight of bulge in her abdomen from the pounding; sounds of flesh symphony.
“Breed her,” Alex whispered, voice cracking. Damien laughed dark, jackhammering faster. Sophia shattered third time, convulsing, nails raking Alex’s thighs bloody.
Chapter 5: Lactation Feast
Dawn crept in rose-gold fingers through shutters, but they hadn’t slept. Damien pulled out mid-thrust, cum bubbling from her wrecked hole—creamy ropes mixed with her squirt. Sophia rolled off Alex, belly heaving, pussy gaping inches wide, a hungry void. “Your turn,” she panted, pulling him down. But first, she straddled Damien’s face reverse, smothering him in sloppy seconds while Alex lapped her tits.
Milk gushed sweet-tangy into his mouth, endless fount from overfull glands. He suckled greedily, biting nipples to spray arcs onto Damien’s chest below. New scene unfolded: Her grinding on the intruder’s tongue, Alex nursing like a babe, hand fisting her ass—two fingers, then three, knuckle-deep into that virgin-tight ring. She bucked, farting air around his digits amid filth-laced moans. “Fist me there!” Vulgar command, no hesitation.
He complied, folding thumb, pushing whole hand past sphincter—slow burn stretch, her screams turning ecstatic as wrist buried. Damien flipped her onto all fours, belly dangling, re-entering pussy while Alex’s arm pistoned her ass. Double stuffed, she babbled incoherently: “Fuck… ruin… breed… more!” Orgasms chained, body milking both invaders dry.
Cum erupted—Damien flooding womb, risking everything; Alex yanking free to paint her back pearlescent. Collapse in heap, breaths ragged, skin sticky symphony of fluids. Jasmine faded under sex-stink.
But temptation lingered. Sophia, spent glow, fingered remote anew. “Round two tonight?” Alex’s nod sealed it.
Chapter 6: Shattered Bonds and New Cravings
Morning brought clarity—or lack. Coffee steamed on terrace, Sophia nude in robe, belly kissed by sun, bruises purpling ass cheeks like badges. Damien gone, vanished pre-dawn per rules. Alex poured, hands shaky, replaying night’s depravity: her stretched to limits, his willing cuckoldry, that tempting remote tucked in her cleavage now like a talisman.
“Regret?” she asked, sipping, foot teasing his crotch under table. He shook head, cock twitching. Flash of conflict: Jealousy licked like old flame, but hotter lust drowned it. “It was… everything.” She smiled wicked, recounting details—Damien’s girth reshaping her, Alex’s fists claiming ass. New hunger stirred.
Afternoon poolside: New game. She oiled him, remote clicking to make him edge himself publicly-ish, half-hidden palms stroking shaft while she floated nearby, fingers circling clit under water. Tempting glances from staff far off fueled paranoia-thrill. Evening redux: Damien returned masked, but now Alex joined penetration—DP proper, sandwiching her between, cocks grinding thin walls via pussy and ass.
Screams rent night: “Deeper! Fill me both!” Climaxes peaked atomic—her squirting geysers, them hosing internals white. After, tender: Alex cradling belly, Damien departed again, Sophia whispering, “We’re just starting. That remote? It’ll make you spank strangers next.” Tempting horizon gleamed.
Weeks later, homebound train rattled south, her head on his shoulder, bump kicking contentedly amid dried cum stains on seats. Remote hidden, but power etched permanent. Their marriage? Fractured porcelain, laced gold—stronger in shards. Pleasure’s raw edge cut deepest, binding eternal.
She sleep-murmured, “Tempt me again soon.” He vowed silently: Always.
