Elevator dings soft. 1:17 AM. Hallway glows dim under flickering bulb. Neighbors’ doors line the walls, silent. Everyone sleeps. Charles steps out behind me. His cologne mixes with my wet pussy scent. He drove me home after the late ‘meeting’ at office. Envelope with 2000 euros burns in my purse. For sexy clothes. Strings. Garters. All for him.
His hand grazes my ass. Skirt rides up. No panties. Open-crotch thong from today’s shopping. Eric waits inside our door, three meters away. Probably jerks to cuckold porn. Charles’ eyes pierce mine. Hungry. Inquisitive. Like first interview. ‘Total availability,’ he said. I nodded. Smiled complicit. ‘Husband no obstacle.’ Now here, in building hallway.
The Contact
Breath catches. He grabs my wrist. Pulls into stairwell shadow. Light slits under doors. Mrs. Johnson across, old widow. Snores maybe. His lips crush mine. Tongue thrusts deep. Tastes scotch. Hand dives under skirt. Fingers slide into slick folds. ‘Wet slut,’ he whispers. I nod. Heart hammers. Floor creaks faint as he presses close. Cock hard against thigh. Decision snaps. No turning back. Door threshold crossed. Into forbidden.
He spins me. Face to cold wall. Skirt flips up. Zip rasps low. Thick cockhead nudges pussy lips. Dripping. Ready. One push. Fills me raw. Stretch burns sweet. Muffled gasp escapes. His palm clamps my mouth. ‘Shh. Neighbors.’ Thrusts slow. Deep. Pussy grips. Juices squelch soft. Balls tap ass. Plap. Plap. Muffled. Floorboards groan under shifts. Light flickers through blinds of unit 3B. Footsteps? No. Imagination.
The Indiscretion
Faster. Hips slam. Cock pistons. G-spot hits. Legs quiver. Clit throbs. Fingers dig nails in wall. Bite his hand to stifle moan. Orgasm builds. Volcanic. Risk fuels it. Eric might hear through door. Neighbors wake to slaps? Thrill spikes. Charles grunts low. ‘Take it, assistant.’ Ruts brutal. Sweat beads. Pussy creams his shaft. Creak. Creak. Hold breath. Cum crashes. Walls clench. Milk him. He yanks out. Spins. Kneel. Mouth wide. First rope hits tongue. Salty. Thick. Swallow gulp. More spurts. Chin drips. Lick clean. Balls. Shaft. Veins pulse.
He zips. Smirks. ‘Promotion yours. Travel soon.’ Slips to elevator. Doors whoosh shut. I rise. Skirt down. Cum lingers on breath. Heart thuds wild. Straighten hair. Key in lock rattles tiny. Door clicks. Inside dark. Eric on couch, feigns sleep? Kiss his cheek. Taste my boss on lips. To bed. Fingers slip to pussy. Leftover seed mixes mine. Rub clit. Gush quiet. He stirs not. Knows from panties later. His photo reply proves it. Secret pulses. Neighborhood sleeps. I transgressed next door. Carte blanche earned.