Boxes scattered like suitcases in our new Paris west suburb pad. Ivy-covered facade, bird chatter outside. Movers gone, François sweaty, dusty. We embrace in empty living room. His lips scorch my neck. I press heavy tits against him. Almost fuck right there. Hard bulge grinds my crotch. Tango sway to armchair. Tongues lock.
Knock echoes hallway. Neighbors: Jean-Louis, 1.90m rugby build, salt-pepper hair, azure eyes. Frédérique, short blonde, tennis legs, skimpy skirt. Champagne gift. Awkward chat. ‘Seen you before?’ BBQ invite tomorrow.
The Stopover
Pool party next day. Punch flows. Slip inside for cool-down. Jean-Louis hand clamps shoulder. ‘Know you from video. You riding François cock, sucking him. Anal plug. Sodomized.’ Heart stops. Ex leaked it for revenge. Blush burns. ‘Liked it?’ He grins. ‘Our fave. Fuels our voyeur fucks.’ Begs silence from François.
Home early, headache lie. François buzzed later. I scour porn sites. Fingers in pants, clit throbs to voyeur blonde double-teamed. Cum hard, unsatisfied. Call Frédérique. Coffee. Confess leak. She finds video fast. Plays it. My fellatio, fantasy spill: ‘Two guys hands everywhere, woman’s too.’ She smirks. ‘We practice, not just watch.’ François bursts in, sees plug in my ass on screen. Stunned.
Bed whispers. ‘Libertines?’ Fantasies probed. ‘Fuck other guys if hot?’ Heart races. ‘Jean-Louis sexy.’ Invite dinner housewarming.
The Transit
Terrace dusk. Champagne pops. Tennis chat. Dive in: ‘Video thoughts?’ Jean-Louis: ‘Pure erotic love. Jealous envy.’ Frédérique: ‘Made him fuck me twice.’ Hand on his crotch. Indoors. Video replays. Whip lashes on screen. Dim lights. François neck kiss. Jean-Louis shoulder. Frédérique hair strokes. Top slips. Tits freed. Tongues swirl nipples. Bite. Hands grab cocks through pants. Fingers invade thighs, clit flick, pussy plunge. Wet mess.
Naked. Champs gulp. Bedroom. Suck cocks alternate. Jean-Louis dives pussy. François mouth ravage. 69: ride François face, throat his dick. Jean-Louis rims ass. Tongues drill holes. Collapse bliss.
Jean-Louis flat. Straddle, swallow cock deep. François lubes ass, inches in slow. ‘Fuck me hard both!’ Full DP. Ride savage. Holes stretch, cocks rub inside. Waves crash. Bite lip bloody. They unload deep: pussy flood, ass fire. Frédérique filmed, now kneels sucking them hard again.
Dawn light. Boxes still unpacked. Hand François house keys for jog. Frédérique slips out quiet. Jean-Louis wink. Lock door. Cum leaks thighs. Suburb anonymity fades. Board next ‘flight’ – settled life. Memory burns: double-filled screams, stranger hands. Transit high forever.