The hallway stretched dark and narrow. Parquet groaned under my bare feet. Cool wood bit my soles. Thomas’s hand clamped mine, sweaty, urgent. Behind, the living room door snicked shut. Marc’s low chuckle mixed with Sophie’s whisper. Our apartment building slept. Thin walls. Neighbors inches away. Heart slammed ribs. His naked cock brushed my thigh through lace panties. Heat radiated. ‘Shh,’ he breathed, lips grazing ear. Fingers hooked bra strap. Slid it down. Goosebumps prickled skin. Streetlamp glow seeped through blinds ahead, guest room door ajar. Shadows danced. One step. Another. Parquet creaked loud. Froze. Listened. Nothing. Pulled me into dim room. Door clicked soft. Threshold crossed. No turning back. His mouth crashed mine. Tongue invaded, wine-sharp. Hands ripped bra cups. Tits spilled free. Nipples hardened instant. Back hit wall. Thud muffled. His cock pressed belly, throbbing hard. Precum smeared skin. ‘Want this pussy,’ he growled low. Fingers yanked panties aside. Dipped in. Soaked. Dripping for him. Not Marc. Neighbor’s touch. Risk buzzed veins. Bedroom window blinds rattled faint breeze. Curtains across alley. Someone watching?
He spun me. Bent over bed edge. Ass up. Lace tore. Exposed. Wet slit glistened candlelight filter from hall. Cockhead nudged folds. Pushed in slow. Stretched full. Inch by thick inch. Gasped. Bit lip bloody. ‘Fuck, tight,’ he grunted. Thrust deep. Bed frame squeaked. Froze again. ‘Quiet.’ Walls paper-thin. Old lady downstairs hates noise. Rhythm built. Slaps skin soft. Wet squelch obscene. His balls smacked clit. Harder. Faster. Hand clamped mouth. Moans choked. ‘Take it, Lea. Your husband’s listening.’ Pictured Marc. Sophie riding him. Living room lamps glow under door crack. Yellow sliver. Their grunts leaked through. Matched ours. Fucked raw. Pussy clenched cock. Juices trailed thighs. Fingers dug ass cheeks. Spread wide. Thumb circled hole. Dirty. Wrong. Loved it. Sweat dripped. Parquet popped under shifting weight. Someone stirred next door? Footsteps? No. Harder. Balls tightened. ‘Gonna fill you.’ Pulled hair. Arched back. Came savage. Walls pulsed. Squirted sheets. He slammed deep. Hot spurts flooded. Groaned into neck. Collapsed. Bodies slick. Panting ragged. Listened. Building silent. Secret safe?
The Contact
Slipped apart. Cum leaked down legs. Sticky shame. Wiped thigh hasty. Pulled panties up. Bra dangled. Door cracked. Peered hall. Empty. Crept out. Parquet whispered. Living room light spilled warm. Heard Sophie’s giggle. Marc’s sigh. Pushed door. They tangled on couch. Glossy skin. Didn’t look. Slid beside Marc. His arm draped shoulder. Possessive. Knew. Felt it. Thomas dropped next to Sophie. Smells mingled. Sex. Us. No words. Wine refilled. Trembled inside. Building hallway beyond front door. Footsteps echoed faint. Neighbor up late? Heart thudded. Pulled robe loose. Covered bits. Secret burned sweet. They left soon. Hugs tight hallway. Door shut. Listened stairs creak. Gone. Bed with Marc. Fucked gentle. Whispered details. Came again. Walls silent. Neighborhood slept. Our filth hidden.