The backyard gate creaks softly. I push it open, heart thumping. Aline’s yard, tucked behind her village house. Houses close, lights out. Everyone sleeps. She texted: come over, midnight fun like the dunes, but here. Discreet. Naked under my robe, I slip in. Moonlight filters through leaves. Shadows move. There: Aline on all fours in the grass, Antoine gripping her hips. He thrusts hard, wet slaps muffled by night wind. Two men nearby, pants down, stroking cocks. Voyeurs from the village? Eyes locked on her bouncing tits. My pussy tingles. Risk hits: one scream, neighbors wake. Porch lights flick on. But I step closer. The first guy, silver hair like my husband, turns. Smiles in the dark. His hand reaches. Fingers brush my robe open. Naked now. Cool air on skin. He cups my breast, thumb on nipple. Hardens instant. I kneel on damp grass. Twigs crack under knees. His cock bobs near my lips. Salty pre-cum scent. I lean in. Lips part.
His groan low, choked. I suck slow. Tongue swirls head. Veins pulse. He grabs my hair gentle. Thrusts shallow. Spit drips. I bob faster. Slurps quiet, wind covers. Aline moans soft nearby, Antoine grunts. Her ass claps against him. The thrill: yards away, families sleep. Windows dark, but stores could glow if they peek. His balls tighten. ‘Fuck,’ he whispers. Hot spurts hit tongue. Thick, bitter. I swallow every drop. No mess. Clean him with lips. He sighs, spent. Pulls out. The second steps up. Younger, cock curved, leaking. ‘Me too?’ Eyes plead. I nod. Mood hits. Slutty tonight. Take him deep. Gagging soft. He fucks my mouth urgent. Hands on cheeks. Tastes muskier, sweeter cum builds. Grass rustles. Distant dog barks. Freeze? No, keep sucking. His hips buck. ‘Shit…’ Spurts flood. Sweeter, like he said. Swallow again. Lick clean. Both pant thanks. Whisper: ‘Come back soon.’ Aline cums loudish, stifled yelp. Antoine unloads inside her.
The Contact
We rinse at hose. Water cold, giggles hushed. Slip out gate. Street empty, but heart hammers. Walk home, robe loose. Bare feet slap pavement quiet. Porch light ahead: mine. Hear steps? Neighbor’s door creaks. Old man shuffles out for smoke? Duck behind hedge. Breath held. He lights up, puffs. Misses us. Dash up stairs. Door clicks shut. Lock turns. Lean against it. Pussy soaked, thighs slick. Secret safe. Village sleeps on. Grin in dark. First time here, backyard blowjobs. Addictive rush. Aline right: starts small, grows.