Terrace lights flicker low. Pastis glasses clink softly. We’d just met Julien and Lola. New neighbors in the south. Executive him, lawyer her. Apero invite after hallway nods. I brought wine. They pushed pastis. Never cheated on Marie before. Tonight, air thickens.
Julien drones on money. I steal glances at Lola. Elegant dress hugs curves. Fine lingerie shadows underneath. Eyes lock. Hers bold, unblinking. Legs toned, fresh lotion gleaming. Breasts shine under string lights. She’s predator, sizing me up. I feel it. She wants.
The Contact
Penalist, she says. Loves wild tales off the beaten path. They spill infertility woes. Two years trying. Marie blurts our story—aborted after one pill slip, too fertile. Awkward beat. Then Lola offers beer. Shakes it sly. Eyes on mine. Pops cap. Foam erupts. She licks slow, base to neck. Gulps foam. Stares. Serves me.
“Sorry, clumsy me. Not cold, but good, right Thomas?” Voice husky whisper. Tongue memory burns. Others miss it. Julien nods absently, turns back to Marie.
Hour drags. I fight imagination. Dessert done. Julien suggests poker. Marie yawns, heads home early. He walks her out. Lola’s gaze pierces: “Pity she’s tired. I love all games…” Pause. “All?” “Absolutely.”
Julien returns. Lola fetches drinks. Whisky for him, beer me. Hands deal fast. He downs shots, slumps on couch. Snores rumble low. Parquet creaks under my shift.
“Stop?” I whisper. Her smile wicked. “One more…”
No cash, she says. Lost enough. Stakes? Secrets first. Then lunch invite. Surprise if I win. Vodka shots burn. Her dress button pops open. Cleavage taunts. I follow.
The Indiscretion
Last cards. Slow dance bet. I win. She fakes pout, slips to bedroom. Returns in shorter dress, lips fresh red. Lights dim through blinds. Neighborhood sleeps.
Secret: multiple lovers. “I’m so fucking horny. Pussy dripping constant.” Direct. Lunch in ten days. Now, slow.
Music hums soft. Arm around neck. Breath hot on lips. Hips grind my cock. “Jerk on my thigh… Yeah… Our secret. Cum in your boxers thinking of my wet cunt. Soon, fill every hole. Mouth, belly, tits, ass… Taste?”
Fingers dive under skirt. Shoves in my mouth. Salty sweet nectar. Best ever. Husband snores feet away. Stores rattle faint wind. I hump desperate. She grips ass, presses thigh firm.
Hand sneaks under skirt—blocked. “More?” Pulls cock free. Gland throbs. Coats with pussy juice, strokes slick. Eyes beg cum.
I explode. Ropes soak boxers. Music fades. “Go. Early rise.” Pushes to door. Heart hammers. “Surprise?” “Pocket right. Proof I don’t lie. Return next time.”
Door clicks shut. Stairs creak underfoot. Cool night air. Hand in pocket—her panties, drenched. Squeeze tight. Neighbor door cracks—old lady peeks, shrugs. Heart pounds wild. Secret safe. Back home, Marie sleeps. I sniff lace. Replays burn.