Two weeks without Amine. My pussy aches for him. Daily calls, emails—fuel the fire. Lesbian me, with Gisèle seven years. He’s gay, fucking men in open Montreal. But us? Electric from day one. That party at Brice’s. His warm smile melted my racist flash thought. We clicked. His Mediterranean charm, toned body, mischievous eyes. Invited him to our country home. Gisèle loves him. Weekends wild. Then that night—birthday bash. Brice crashed beside us on guest bed. Me in middle. Amine’s arms around me, just his briefs. Skin silky. Caresses on arms ignite. His breath hot on neck. Light kisses. Hips grind subtle. Heart pounds. Wetness floods. Want his hard cock inside. But Brice sleeps. Gisèle due back. I flee to bed, soaked.
Year drags. More touches, hugs turning flirty. Street walks arm-in-arm, envy stares thrill. Birthday again. Alone in living room post-party. Wine flows. Goodnight hugs heat up. His hands roam. Gropes tits, curves. Lips devour neck. Tongue invades mouth. Groin presses—feel that bulge? Gasp. ‘I love you,’ I whisper. He squeezes harder. Nipples throb. But Gisèle upstairs. Pull away. She notices glow. Confess. ‘He kissed me. I’m dripping.’ She hugs, curious, indulgent.
The Awakening: Tension Builds to Breaking Point
Summer weekend Montreal. Alone in his flat. Wine, fruits, chocolate. Cuddles tease. He beds elsewhere. Heart sinks, but love simmers. Fall hits. Help him move to loft. Industrial chic, Bedouin tent vibe—plush rugs, embroidered pillows, ebony table. Pizza, wine. Collapse on cushions. Kiss cheek turns neck. Impulse—I crush mouth to his. Tongues tangle fierce. Tumble into pillows. Hand dives crotch. Rock-hard cock throbs. Mine’s a swamp. ‘Want you inside,’ I beg. Eyes lock—lust mirrors.
Nerves hit. ‘I’m fat, old, rusty lesbo.’ Finger silences. Unbuttons blouse. Bra snaps. Tits free, nipples stiff peaks. Sucks greedy. Tongue swirls, bites. Forgot how good man-mouth feels. Hands map his ripped body. Stroke cock—long, thick, circumcised. Balls heavy. He kneads ass, thighs. Fingers plunge pussy. Thumb clit. I explode, screaming.
The Act: Unleashed, Dripping, Pounding Ecstasy
Drop to knees. Suck deep. Lick frenulum fast. Balls in mouth. Fingers rim ass, hit prostate. He roars, floods throat. Swallow every drop. He cradles. ‘Your turn.’ Explores. Neck kisses trail to tits. Cock hard again. ‘Need to fuck you.’ Condom on. Watch me finger clit. Tongue dives pussy—expert flicks. Orgasm builds. He mounts, slams in mid-peak. Fills perfect. Walls clench. Multiple Os crash. ‘Fuck me harder!’ Ride waves. Flip, cowgirl. Pound together. He cums yelling. Stay joined, whispers Arabic prayer, then ‘I love you.’ Tears flow. Dawn cuddles.
Morning, home to Gisèle—tell all. She gets it. Amine hooks up guys, shares maybe. Weeks later, more fucks. Watched him with lover once. Life wild. Lesbian loving gay man. Taboo bliss. Secret thrill pulses forever.