That Tuesday afternoon in early spring, I stroll down the street to the Darmonts’. Free day off work. Kids at school. Michel’s away. Just me and Denise. Heart pounds. She’s been in my filthy dreams since fixing that faucet. Sweet, curvy, trapped with that asshole husband. My cock twitches thinking of her soft tits, that innocent smile hiding slut potential.
Spot her on the terrace by the pool. Bikini clings to her sun-kissed skin. Short hair like France Gall, ass like ripe fruit. She lounges on the lounger, sunglasses hiding eyes. I sit close, legs brushing. Banter flows. ‘You look like a hot croissant baking.’ Lean in. Kiss her bare belly. No slap. She just raises brows. Blood surges south. My dick hardens fast.
The Awakening
Emboldened, I kiss up her stomach, between those perfect natural tits. Kneel beside her. Lips on hers. She trembles but parts them. Tongue darts in. Hands roam. Untie her top. Gorgeous pink nipples stiffen under my mouth. Suck hard, bite gentle. She sighs. My shorts tent painfully. ‘Mind if I…?’ She pushes me back. Eyes on my bulge. Pulls down my shorts. My throbbing cock springs free. She grabs it, swallows deep.
Her mouth’s a wet vacuum. Tongue swirls the head, sucks balls-deep. Expert slurps. ‘Fuck, you’re good,’ I groan. She hums approval. Balls tighten. ‘Gonna cum…’ She speeds up. ‘Swallow it all.’ I explode, jets of hot cum flooding her throat. She gulps every drop, no spill. Legs shake. Best head ever.
The Raw Act
Now her turn. Kiss her deep, taste myself on her lips. Hand dives under bikini bottom. Pubes soft, pussy soaked. Not pool water—pure cunt juice. Finger her clit. She gasps. ‘No… oh fuck yes.’ Circles fast. She bucks. Tits heaving. ‘Cum for me, slut.’ Body arches. ‘Aaaah! Yes!’ Gushes hard, thighs clamp my hand. Eyes roll back. Beautiful in orgasm.
We pant. Reality crashes. She’s confused, guilty. ‘We shouldn’t… I’m married.’ But her body’s honest—pussy still quivers. I know she’s mine. Weeks pass. Steal fucks when alone. Her tight cunt milks me dry. Doggy, missionary, her riding reverse. She screams my name now. ‘Loulou, fuck me harder!’ Cum inside her raw. No rubbers. Forbidden thrill amps every thrust.
Jocelyne’s gone—car wreck. Michel hunts illegally, gets shot. Perfect. No more hiding soon. Cops suspect us? Fuck ’em. We don’t care. Christmas eve, announce wedding. Girls knew all along. ‘About time!’ they laugh. Now I pound her openly. Her ass jiggles under me. Pussy grips like vice. ‘You’re my whore now.’ She cums again, nails rake back. Secret’s out, but the dirty rush lingers. Transgression tastes sweetest.