I’m Naomi, half Auvergnate, half Nigerian. They say the mix works. Married to Jérémie. We’re happy. Imaginative. His birthday, Jan 28. I wake him with gifts. Dark pullover for his skin. Naughty mag. He loves when I buy porn. Imagines me at checkout, flushed. Breakfast. ‘I’ll pick you up at work tonight.’ Casual. He nods, work brain on. Kiss. Off we go.
My morning rushes. Afternoon off for prep. Quick lunch. Esthetician far from home. No gossip risk. Amandine asks. ‘Armpits. Bikini too.’ Hesitate. ‘Know footballer Robert Pirès? That goatee line down the chin. Same on my pussy, to the clit.’ She’s cool. Fan. I strip. Lie back. Warm room. Comfy table. Soft music. She waxes pits first. Chats light. Sweet cream smells better than mine. Now the mound. Hands on my pussy. Stranger’s touch. Pro. I relax. But sensitive. Takes time. Pirès strip slows it. Cream warms. Her soft hands stroke. Heat builds. Pussy lips swell. Thighs twitch. Block her? Press into it? Like firm caresses. She notices. Wetness. Stops. Smiles. ‘Normal, ma’am. Take a minute.’ Points to drawer. Vibes. Sex toys. From nearby shop. Owner’s idea. Hygiene perfect. Leaves.
The Awakening
Heart pounds. Grab cock-shaped one. Twist base. Buzzes. Press to clit. Brutal. Orgasms crash. Fast, hard. Legs shake. Clean up. She returns. No words. Finishes. Soothing cream. Stunning. Jérémie’s fave player. His shock. I dress? Boots, coat only. Clothes in big bag. He teases its size. Pay. She whispers, ‘Accessories help?’ ‘No sex shops. Sketchy.’ ‘Mathilde picks up clients here. Guides you.’ Like her hubby gifts. Half hour to kill. Naked under coat to shop? Ballsy. Thrill hits. Agree. Calls. Mathilde arrives. Proper. Chats easy. Back door. No coat off. Store empty. Hubby at till, eyes down. Skip vids. Toys. Pick vibe that made me cum. More gadgets. Her tips. Cash. No trace. To his office.
The Act
Hide bag in trunk. Park. Marjorie greets. Coat stays. Jérémie phones. Enter. Lock door quiet. He sees my back. Ass he loves. Water from dispenser. Slow turn. Pussy bare but Pirès strip. He coughs. Red. Stands? Phone. Door locked sign. Sips water. Cross legs casual. He chokes words. Hangs up. Lunges. Fingers my smooth slit. ‘What? How? Hot. Hurt?’ I grab his hard cock through pants. Tease. Release. Coat on. Lip kiss. ‘Happy birthday.’ He stammers. Out. Empty hall. Drive. Heat up. Open coat. Tits free. Hand to pussy. Spread thighs. ‘Like?’ ‘Genius.’ Eyes harden. ‘Where?’ Woods. Park secluded. Engine off. Deep kiss. His hands: tits, cunt. Push back. Pants down. Cock throbs huge. Suck deep. Balls tight. Near edge. Slow suck, hard stroke. Explodes. Cum floods mouth. Salty. Swallow for him. Kiss. ‘Birthday boy.’ Coat loose. Home. Tell wax, vibe. Skip shop.
Dinner: smoked salmon, steak, dessert. Candles. Sheer dress. He gropes mid-meal. Tits, neck, thighs, clit hunt. Dodge. ‘Your day. I came once.’ ‘Me too.’ Hard again. ‘Bed. My dessert.’ Yogurt raspberry. ‘Naked, love.’ Heat high. Dress off. Naked strut. Tease views. Spoon him yogurt. Kiss taste. ‘Prone.’ Pour back rubs. Dump half pot in small back. Cold shock. Lick up. He squirms. Finish. ‘Don’t move. Sticky. Quick.’ Naked return. Show vibe. ‘Came with this.’ Eyes light. ‘Fun!’ ‘My rules. Half yogurt left.’ Dump on ass. Lick wild. Fingers balls. Moans. ‘Yogurt in crack. Doggy.’ Eager. Rim ass deep. Fingers circle hole. Balls, cock stroke. Hard perfect. ‘Freeze.’ Lube finger. Slide in easy. Deep. Nails short. Pull out. Sigh. ‘More?’ Grab strap-on. Small per Mathilde. Lube tip. Approach. Press anus. He jolts. Push. Slides in. Grip hips like he does me. Lean. ‘Fucking your ass, love. Happy birthday. Love you.’ Power rush. Like owning him. Pussy grinds base. Clit sparks. Short thrusts. No hurt. Pull out. Stroke cock. Finger ass. ‘Hurt?’ He groans pleasure. ‘Fuck me now. Cum deep in my cunt. Love you.’ Ditch strap. Lie. Eyes lock. Pussy smooth. ‘First, eat this soft pussy. My birthday.’