I lurk in the hallway shadows. Front door ajar. Heart pounds. Saw Sylvain from the street. His white loulou yaps softly. He paces our sidewalk. Neighbors could spot him. Our quiet suburb sleeps late on Saturdays. Randonnée group’s gone. I slipped back early. Fake ankle sprain my cover. Now this.
Peering through the hedge earlier. He rings the bell. Sharp ding echoes. Door cracks open. Anne in robe. Hair wild. Morning light filters through blinds. She blocks the threshold. Hands clutch fabric tight. His gestures wild. Latin fire. Dog slips in. She bends. He follows. Door clicks shut. Not locked.
The Contact
I creep forward. Bare feet silent on cool tiles. Parquet creaks faintly under weight. Freeze. Listen. Voices from living room. Door half-open to the right. Salon shut left. Golden light slits under the gap. Muffled words. Her tone sharp. His low growl.
I edge closer. Breath held. Wall presses cold. Risk everything. Neighbors’ houses close. Windows stare. One glance out, we’re done.
Sylvain’s voice: ‘Let me check. Oh, sacred bush. Divine vision.’ Slap sound. Her gasp. Fabric rustles. ‘Aïe! Enough or I scream.’ His chuckle. Wet smack. Kneeling? Floorboards groan.
She hisses. ‘Stop sucking. Pull your mouth.’ Squelch. Lick. Slurp. My cock twitches. Betrayal burns hot.
He murmurs. ‘Julien abandons you. Let me worship.’ Hands slide. Robe parts. Heavy breaths. Chair scrapes. She sits? Fabric whispers down thighs.
‘Taste extraordinary,’ he says. Tongue laps. Her moan escapes. Etouffé. Stifled. ‘No… Julien fills me.’ Lie. Her voice cracks.
He pushes. ‘One kiss goodbye.’ Silence. Then hum. Wet suck. Lips smack. Tongues tangle. Gasp. ‘Stop! Hands off tits, pig.’ Pinch. Her whimper. Dirty thrill.
Parquet cracks again. My foot. They freeze? No. His hand dives. ‘Wet cunt. You want it.’ Finger squish. Plunge. Her breath hitches. ‘No… swore.’ But hips shift. Chair creaks.
The Indiscretion
I grip doorframe. Sweat beads. Voices drop. Whispers now. His zipper rasps. Belt buckle clinks soft. Cock freed? Heavy thud. Her sharp inhale.
‘Just once. Husband far. Innocent fun.’ She protests weak. Fabric tears? No. Robe falls open. Skin slaps skin lightly.
Neighborhood stirs. Distant car. Dog barks far. We could be caught. My pulse roars. Their rhythm builds. Grunts low. Wet slaps. Pussy grips him? Thrusts muffled.
She yields. ‘Fuck… deeper.’ Voice breaks. Chair rocks. Steady creak. His balls slap. Filthy pace. Fear delicious. Neighbors hear? Windows blind us.
Climax nears. Her nails dig. Gasp. ‘Coming… quiet!’ He groans. Pulls out? Splatter on floor. Ropes hit wood. Her sigh.
Panic. Footsteps. They adjust. Rustle. Dog yips.
I slip back. Hallway dark. Heart hammers. Door shuts soft. He stumbles out. Laisse tangles. Tumble down steps. Thud. Yelps. Gone.
Anne emerges later. Glows. Kiss me tender. Secret locked. Rumeur spreads: Postman fell leaving ‘courtesy visit.’ We laugh. My silence golden. Thrill lingers. Next hike? I’ll watch closer.