After our attic fuck, Lucie distanced herself. Her Nathalie heartbreak explained it. I played house with Marc. He babbled about Porsches, guilty for ditching me. If only he knew my slutty wait.
What did Charlotte glimpse from the attic door? Silence so far. No drama. Her vibe stayed cool.
The Building Tension
Lunch dragged peaceful. Guests trickled out. Lucie’s goodbye kiss held regret. ‘See you soon,’ I lied, pact sealed.
Afternoon lounged under the linden with Hélène and Xavier. Only cousins left. Hélène dropped she’s driving Charlotte near my town tomorrow for her summer gig. Cousins ogled her hot bod, teasing us wives.
Mind wandered to Charlotte. Blonde bob. Tanned glow. Heavy tits straining her top. Athlete curves screaming fuck-me. Guys drooled. Teens struck out.
Cousins dozed. I slipped away. Steps led to the outbuilding. Nostalgia hit from Lucie romp. Quiet inside. Rustling sounds. Found her tidying kid chaos.
She grinned. Not shocked. ‘Those monsters wrecked it.’ Tied shirt hugged her rack. Jean shorts barely hid ass.
‘Kids, huh?’ ‘Yeah. Cute like Tom’s mom.’ Wink. Heat rose. ‘You liked her?’ ‘You both gorgeous.’
Eyes locked. ‘Saw a lot?’ ‘Hot show.’ Natural slut vibe. ‘Shocked?’ ‘Nope.’ Laugh.
She edged closer, sorting toys. Predator watch. ‘Her gone. My turn?’ ‘Leaving tonight.’ Malicious smile. ‘Stay. Near my job. Join your room. Or I’ll rub one out thinking of you… Lucie.’
Breath caught. Lips brushed mine. Gone. Heart pounded. Subtle play needed.
Marc’s guilt? Gold. Whined about leaving paradise. He insisted I stay, ride with Hélène. Faked protest. He beamed, forgiven.
Hélène cool. Xavier bolted to Paris seminar. Girls’ night. Charlotte model or minx?
Dinner prep bonded me and Hélène. Teased her lover slip. ‘She’s good. Thanks for cover.’ ‘Anytime.’ Debt noted.
Table set. Charlotte descended: wet hair slicked, beige slip dress. No bra. Nipples poked. Golden skin. Drool-worthy. Smiled wicked. Sat. Dinner bland. No foot play. Frustrated. Hélène eyed phone. Text glow. Bolted to ‘friend.’ Used me as alibi. Sly bitch.
The Explosive Release
Alone. Stairs creaked. Bedroom stuffy. Stripped. Shower called. Jets hissed cool bliss. Soaped heavy tits, soft belly. Moaned.
Tits smashed my back. Gasp. Charlotte invaded silent. Firm heavies molded wet skin. Arched. Mouth sucked neck. Palms claimed tits. Twisted hard nipples. Expert slut.
Wall grip. Pussy throbbed. Fingers trailed belly. Crushed swollen lips. Nail scraped clit. Twin pinches—nips and nub. Neck bite. Waves crashed. Screamed into jets. Legs buckled. Cum shattered me.
Turned. Sapphire eyes gleamed. Lips crashed. Tongues tangled hungry. Squeezed her young rack. Pushed to wall. Thumbs grazed long tips. She whimpered.
Grabbed wand. Jets pulsed. Aimed tits. She fingered smooth slit. Tits heaved. Eyes shut ecstasy.
Lower. Spread pink folds. Jet kissed clit. Jolt. Moans echoed. Pressure down. Fixed beam tortured pearl. Stared lost. Bit tongue. Howled. Slid down spasming. Pussy gushed.
Bed. Moonlit nudes. Cuddled. 22. Student. Dyke. Hand owned firm ass cheeks.
Scratch low back. Gasps. ‘Sleep here?’ ‘Fuck yes.’ Kiss melted. Tit grazes stiffened me. Mouth devoured tits—nips sucked raw.
Slid south. Pussy devoured. Broad laps. Fingers plunged slick hole. Fucked hard. Tongue owned clit. Near edge. Pulled back.
69 locked. Salty smooth cunt. Devoured. She moaned. Hand guided to ass. Wet finger circled pucker. Inched tight ring. She bucked.
‘Tongue my clit!’ Obeyed. Finger fucked ass slow circles. She mauled tits. ‘Eat my pussy!’ Climax ripped. Flooded my face. Collapsed.
Her turn. Straddled face. Eyes bored mine. ‘Watch.’ Tongue speared deep. Sucked lips, clit. Pinched tits brutal. Bite. Exploded. Cried raw. Convulsed on her mouth.
Sweat-slick bliss. Mask on tomorrow. Normal wife. Secret slut thrives.