Our flight delayed, we booked a quick Airbnb in this deep French village. Tiny house, terrace, pool. Dropped valises by the door, swiped the mag key. July heat sticky. Tomorrow’s early train. Anonymity hit hard – no one knows us. Didier and I craved fun. Village bal pulsed nearby, folk fest thumping bass. We hit the dance floor, sweaty, wild. Young, fit, almost 30s, auto industry jobs. Didier, tall karate hunk, girls drool. Me, petite, curvy tits firm under light dress, hips swaying free.
Dancing opposite him, caught eyes. Cédric, local farmer type. Robust, raw, younger but rougher. Stared at my bouncing breasts, tight ass. Heat rushed me. Told Didier. Grinning cuckold vibe, he kissed me. ‘Go check it out. I’ll crash.’ Slipped out. Back home, lights off.
The Stopover
Cédric approached. I feigned bored. He pulled me up. Strong dancer. Pressed close. Hard bulge against my belly. Pistol in pocket or just glad? Caliber impressed. Pulsing. Heart raced. ‘Air?’ I gasped. He nodded eager. Strolled village paths, his rough hands grazing waist, ass. Pushed me into shadowed doorway. Kissed hungry, eyes locked. Yanked dress up, gripped bare cheeks hard. Slid straps, mauled tits roughly. Kneaded, twisted. I melted, nearly came standing.
Not here. ‘My place.’ Hesitated. ‘Hubby sleeps, beat.’ Lie – he loves watching. Swiped key, terrace. Told Didier quick. He kissed deep. ‘Love you. Enjoy. Come back after.’ Back out, Cédric lounged. Lay on mat, dress on, pussy burning.
The Transit
He pounced, smothered kisses, gropes. I freed his cock – decent, rock-hard. Stroked slow, edged him. He ripped bra down, sucked tits. Slid panties, fingers plunged wet slit. One, two, twisted deep. Moans escaped. Flipped doggy. Heart pounded. Rubbed head on lips… then anus. Shock. No protest. Slow push, deep. One grunt. Then thrust. Lubed by my juices, no pain. Firm hips gripped, slapped ass. Vigorous, endless. Loved it raw. Bucked back, panting sync. Faster, violent. He roared, I screamed real bliss. Pulled out, collapsed asleep.
The Transit
Pool dip cooled me. Didier watched from window, hard. Door open. Invited in. Pussy starved. Straddled him on table. Naked now. Sucked tits, fingered cunt. ‘Fuck me proper.’ Lifted, impaled on thick shaft. Slick? ‘He took ass. Pussy hungers.’ Smiled. Fucked loving, teasing anus. Multi-orgasms. Came together. ‘Show him more. Back after.’
Terrace, Cédric stirred. Confessed hubby’s game. Didn’t care. Naked, tits proud. Pulled me astride. Chevauched wild, pussy slick with hubby’s load. He groped frenzy, puzzled wetness, thrust up. Exploded soon.
The Departure
Dawn. Cédric split dazed. Packed valises. Didier swiped key return. Train whistle distant. Body hummed – ass tender, cunt sated. Glanced pool, terrace memories. Repart en route, grinning. Perfect anonymous fuckover.