Sweat drips down my back. Summer heat clings. I park the rental car hidden in the quiet street. Heart hammers. 14:45. Aurélie slips out in her red summer dress. No bra. Nipples poke through thin fabric. She smiles into her phone. My call? Ignored. She drives off. I follow. She parks in this posh neighborhood. Rings a doorbell. Glances around—guilty. Slips inside.
Fifteen minutes. Street empty. I creep to the backyard. Lush garden. Tall hedges shield from nosy eyes. But one slip… neighbors hear. Everyone napping in the afternoon hush. I vault the low fence. Grass soft under sneakers. Pulse races. What if a dog barks? Curtains twitch? I circle the house. Open terrace. Bay window ajar. Two coffee cups steam on the table. Fresh. I slip inside. Parquet creaks faintly. Freeze. Silence. Heart thuds loud in my ears.
The Contact
Deeper in. Muffled sounds. From behind a half-open door. A moan. Her moan. Aurélie. Blood roars. I edge closer. Door cracks light. Giant mirror inside reflects the bed. White sheets. They’re there. Kneeling. Kissing fierce. His hands on her thighs. Young guy. Thirties. Muscled. Bermuda tents huge. She grips his curly hair. Eyes locked on him. Hungry. Not like with me.
Part 2 flows seamless. He peels her straps. One breast out. Nipple hard as rock. He sucks. She arches. Gasps soft. Dress bunches at hips. No panties. His fingers dive between her thighs. She lifts her ass. Wet sounds. Sloppy. ‘Yes… oh yes…’ Her voice husky. Eyes wide, lost. He fingers her deep. She claws his shirt off. Abs ripple. Perfect body. Mine? Soft.
She yanks his shorts. Cock springs. Massive. Twenty cm easy. Thick. Veiny. Her small hand strokes slow. Skin pulls back. Purple head gleams. ‘You’re beautiful… I love your cock…’ My wife says that? To him? She leans. Tongue flicks tip. Saliva drips. Sucks deep. Gags soft. Bobbing. Hands twist shaft. Balls cupped. He groans low. Muffled. Good—neighbors asleep.
The Indiscretion
She pops off. ‘Fuck me… feel you all in me.’ He flips her. Legs spread. Cock nudges her slick pussy. ‘Slow… not used to…’ She admits. He slides in. Inch by inch. Her face twists. Mouth open. No sound at first. Then sighs build. He thrusts steady. Deeper. She wraps legs. ‘Fuck me hard… yes, your cock… deeper!’ Screams? No—gasps choked. But raw. She claws his back. He pounds. Bed creaks. Faint. My dick throbs. I unzip. Stroke frantic. Small compared. She cums hard. Body shakes. ‘Yes! Cumming!’ Never like that with me.
He pulls out. Shiny wet. Flips her doggy. Ass up. Pussy swollen, gaping. He eats her. Slurps loud. She pushes back. Cums again. Trembles. ‘Cum in me…’ She impales reverse. Fucks herself on him. Five minutes. Frenzied. They orgasm together. Growls low. He floods her.
I cum too. Spurts on floor. Shame hits. Creak? Footsteps? No. I wipe quick. Back out. Garden silent. Fence over. Street empty. But Mrs. Next Door walks dog. Eyes me odd. Heart explodes. Nod casual. Slip away. Home. Secret burns. Can’t fuck her now. Ever? That image… haunts. Excites.