The hallway creaks under my bare feet. Midnight. House dead quiet. Marc’s snores rumble from his room down the hall. Light filters under his door, faint yellow sliver. My pussy throbs already. Adrien texted: ‘Here. Now.’ Door to my room ajar. Shadows dance from streetlamp through thin curtains. I slip out, robe loose, nothing underneath. Heart hammers. Footsteps whisper on old parquet. Crack. Tiny snap echoes. Freeze. No sound from Marc. Exhale slow.
His shadow looms at the far end. Tall, muscled silhouette. Door to the back stairs, where lovers sneak in. Our eyes lock in dim glow. No words. He steps close. Heat radiates. Hand grazes my waist. Pulls me in. Lips brush ear. ‘Naked under?’ Nod. Fingers dive, find slick folds. Gasp muffled. ‘Wet slut.’ Voice husky whisper. Press against wall. Cool plaster bites skin. His cock hard through pants, grinding thigh. Look back–Marc’s door still shut. Risk spikes thrill. Push him toward my room. Threshold crossed. Door clicks soft, not locked. Leave gap. Let sounds leak.
The Contact
Inside, blackout. Like the hotel. Hands rip robe. Naked. His mouth claims tits. Suck hard. Bite nipple. Whimper escapes. Bite lip. ‘Quiet, whore.’ Knows my game. Bend over bed. Ass up. Parquet groans as he kneels. Tongue dives pussy. Slurp wet. Fingers spread cheeks. Rim asshole. Moan rises–stifle in pillow. His zip rasps. Cock out. Thick, veiny. Condom rolls on, strawberry scent. Rub slit. Tease clit. ‘Beg.’ Whisper: ‘Fuck me. Hard.’ Thrust in. Balls deep. Grunt low. Walls thin. Neighbors sleep yards away. House creaks with rhythm. Slap skin. Wet squelch. Bedframe taps wall. Rhythm builds. Fear delicious–Marc wake? Hear pussy pound?
The Indiscretion
Flip me. Legs wide. Pile drive. Tits bounce. Claw back. ‘Take it, bitch.’ Growl in ear. Sweat drips. Pussy clenches. Orgasm builds. Door gap–light shifts? Imagination? Thrusts savage. Gag moans. Cum first. Flood him. He pulls, rips condom. Mouth on cock. Suck deep. Salty pre. Balls tighten. Swallow load. Gurgle quiet. Collapse. Breaths ragged. Wipe mouth. Taste lingers.
He dresses fast. Kiss rough. ‘Tomorrow, same.’ Slip out. Hallway empty. Heart thuds chest. Creep back. Parquet betrays–creak. Freeze. Marc’s snores steady. No stir. Slip in room. Door shuts soft. Lock click. Lean wall, thighs slick. Cum drips floor. Wipe quick. Bed calls. Replay every thrust. Risk fuels fire. Hubby clueless. Neighbors oblivious. Secret burns hot. Tomorrow, louder. Let him hear.