Late Tuesday night. Dropping Pascale and her kids home. Her house in the quiet suburb. Neighbors’ lights off. Everyone asleep. She invites me in for decaf. Best in town, she whispers. Salon dim. Philippe and Hélène in pajamas. Quick kisses goodnight. They scamper upstairs. Pascale pours coffee. Sits close. Lights cigarette. Smoke curls. Her black dress hugs plump hips, full tits. We chat soft. First man here late, she says. Feels good. I nod. Desire builds. Stand to leave. Footsteps creak on stairs. Hallway light spills. Hélène’s voice. ‘Mom, braces hurt.’ Pascale hushes her. Kiss on cheek. Girl vanishes. Door clicks. Pascale pulls me back. ‘Stay. Guest room ready.’ Cognac poured. Slow sips. Her head on my shoulder. Lips meet. Soft at first. Hands roam. Grip her hips. Squeeze tits. She stops my hand at her thighs. ‘Come.’ Upstairs quiet. Parquet groans under feet. Laundry room door. Ironing board pushed aside. Her guest bed. She shows shower. Leaves. I strip. Hot water steams. Slip under sheets. Door whispers open. Her robe drops. Nuisette clings to curves. Slides in. Bodies press. Kisses deepen. ‘Love your slim body.’ ‘Yours is juicy, hot.’ She giggles low. I devour her tits. Suck nipples hard. Tongue trails belly. Bush soft, thick. Lips part her wet pussy. First lick. She gasps sharp. ‘Slow. Tease me.’ Long kisses on folds. Finger slips in. Then two. Pump slow. She moans muffled. Hips buck quiet. Third finger. Guttural whine. Fourth stretches her. Body arches. Orgasm shakes bed. Springs creak faint. Light filters under door from hall.
She kisses deep. Rolls me over. Hands knead shoulders. Back. Ass. Mouth follows. Tits drag skin. Turns me. Grips cock. Sucks head sloppy. Tongue swirls shaft. Fingers tease balls, rim asshole. I groan low. ‘Stop.’ She doesn’t. Swallows cum. Gulps it down. We cling sweaty. Two a.m. She slips out. Door shuts soft. Sleep heavy. Morning stirs. Coffee quick. ‘Kids at tennis later. Come alone.’ Heart races leaving. Neighbors’ houses silent.
The Contact
Four p.m. Roses in hand. Door barely shut. I pin her. Rough kiss. She play-fights. Fuels fire. Salon rug. Bend her over. Dress up. No panties. Plump ass spreads. Pink asshole winks. Pussy drips musky scent. Cock slams in doggy. Fucks deep. Her cheeks clap soft. ‘Squeeze my dick. Rub balls.’ ‘Fuck me hard. Yes!’ Parquet cracks nearby. Windows rattle faint. Neighbors yards away. She screams muffled into cushion. Cunt clamps. Orgasms hard. Flip her. Couch edge. Legs high. Pussy gapes lewd. Guide cock. Pound brutal. Grunts echo low. Belly burns. ‘Take my load. You’re hot!’ ‘Cum inside, baby.’ Flood her. Stay buried. Pull out. Cum leaks pink folds. Wipe with panties. Bathroom. She sits. Pisses yellow stream. I watch close. Cock twitches. ‘Beautiful pissing.’ She grins. ‘Your turn.’ I stand. Piss arcs. Her hands on ass. ‘Never this close.’ Months pass. Divorce final. Fucks continue. She marries other. Still cards at holidays. Secret burns. Kids oblivious. Neighbors never knew. But those creaks? They whisper forever.