A Holiday to remember

A Holiday to remember

Sensual decent into cuckolding

Chapter 1 by ultultult ultultult

You stood there, frozen, as Lulu stepped into the living room. The soft sunlight filtering through the curtains seemed to dance around her, illuminating every detail. She was a vision—a captivating blend of confidence and vulnerability.

Her long golden brown hair cascaded in loose waves down her back, framing her face like a halo. The bangs that brushed against her forehead gave her an air of mystery, a hint of secrets waiting to be unraveled. And those bluish-green eyes—they held galaxies within them, depths you could lose yourself in.

Lulu was dressed in a greenish pastel-colored, belly-free top that revealed a hint of toned midriff. The fabric clung to her slender frame, emphasizing the delicate curve of her waist. The light pink pastel skirt swirled around her legs as she moved, its hem brushing against her ankles. No makeup adorned her flawless skin; she didn't need it. Her natural beauty was a canvas waiting to be admired.

But it wasn't just her physical allure that held your attention. Lulu was a —a brilliant 26-year-old lawyer who knew how to command a room. Her intelligence was evident in the way she carried herself, the way she effortlessly dissected legal arguments and left opponents speechless. She was dominant, always getting her way, yet beneath that assertiveness lay a soft, caring side—the one that whispered reassurances in the dead of night and held your hand during storms.

And now, here she was, holding a secret—a surprise holiday to reinvigorate our relationship. But why? You were content, blissfully so. Yet, as {Lulu} smiled, her eyes sparkling with anticipation, You realized that perhaps contentment wasn't enough. Maybe they needed this getaway, this chance to rediscover each other amidst sun-kissed beaches and starlit nights.

As Lulu approached, her lips curved into a mischievous smile. "Guess where we're going," she teased, her voice a velvet caress. But you couldn't focus on the destination. All you could think about was how incredibly lucky you were to have her—the beautiful, enigmatic Lulu —by your side.

And so, with a heart full of wonder, you took her hand, ready to embark on this adventure together. The bungalow, the resort—it didn't matter. The real journey was the one they were about to share, a journey that would rekindle their passion, deepen their connection, and remind them why they fell in love in the first place. At least that's what you thought.

What's next?

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