The hallway light filters under the door. Houses touch, walls thin. Serge’s place next to ours. Backyard jacuzzi memories flood back. Last BBQ, my hand grazed his hard cock. Now, Saturday night. Golf done. Shower runs upstairs. Heart hammers. I slip in through back door. Quiet. Parquet creaks softly under bare feet. Lingerie clings, nipples hard. Bag drops with a thud. Too loud? Neighbors sleep.
Stairs groan faintly. I wait in hallway. Door cracks open. Serge emerges, towel low. Eyes widen. ‘Gina?’ Voice hushed. I step close. Breasts brush his chest. ‘Sarah’s at my place. With Bertrand.’ Fingers tremble on phone. 5:55 PM. No call yet. Tension thick. His towel slips. Cock twitches, thick, veined. Grows under my stare. ‘We swap. Tonight only. Till 10 AM.’ Whisper urgent. Parquet shifts. A noise outside? Wind? Or someone stirring?
The Unexpected Touch
He pulls me in. Door shuts with click. Bedroom shadows. Light from streetlamp slices through blinds. Slats glow orange. I drop bra. Tits heavy, full. He stares, hungry. Hands cup them. Thumbs rough on nipples. I gasp, muffled. ‘Shh. Walls thin.’ His cock presses thigh. Hot, pulsing. Phone buzzes. My text to Bertrand: ‘I love you.’ No reply yet. Clock ticks. 5:58. Decision time.
6:01. Too late to stop. Lips crash. Tongues wet, sloppy. Towel falls. I grip his shaft. Thick girth fills palm. Precum slicks fingers. He groans low. Pushes me to bed. Springs squeak. Fuck. Too loud? Next door, Bertrand might hear. Sarah too. I spread legs. Pussy soaked, shaved lips gleam. ‘Fuck me slow.’ He kneels. Cockhead nudges clit. Slides in. Inch by inch. Stretches me wide. ‘God, your cunt’s tight.’ Thrust deep. I bite lip. Muffled moan escapes.
Whispers and Creaks in the Dark
Bed creaks rhythmically. His hips slap mine, wet smacks. Quiet them. Neighbors’ houses dark. Everyone asleep. But risk burns. What if lights flick on? Backyard view? I claw his back. Tits bounce. He sucks nipple hard. Pulls. I arch. Pussy clenches. ‘Gonna cum.’ Whisper fierce. He pistons faster. Parquet? No, bedframe thuds wall. Fuck. Stop? No. Orgasm hits. Waves crash. Cunt spasms on cock. He grunts, floods me. Cum hot, deep. Drips out.
Pause. Sweat slick. Phone silent. They must be fucking too. Hearts pound. Kitchen run. Bare feet pad. Fridge hums. Sandwiches quick. Wine pours. Glass clinks soft. Back up. More. I suck him now. Balls heavy, musky. Throat fucks gentle. He eats pussy. Tongue laps cum mix. Expert swirls. I buck quiet. Another round. Doggy. Ass up. Cock slams. Ass cheeks ripple. Hand over mouth. Muffled cries. Blinds rattle slight. Shadow moves outside? Freeze. Nothing. Cum again. Exhausted.
Alarm at 9. Morning light creeps. One last fuck. Ride him slow. Tits sway over face. He sucks. Cum leaks prior loads. 10 AM. Slip out. Hallway empty. Back door. Cross yard quiet. Heart races. Sarah passes, smile sly. No words. Inside, Bertrand sleeps. Secret sealed. Neighborhood stirs. Ours alone.