Last Friday of the month. Sofitel’s top floor piano bar hums with jazz. Véro and I sip cocktails, hearts pounding. We’ve fantasized about this for weeks. Franck’s here, at the bar, ignoring us at first. My cock twitches remembering last time—his fingers in her pussy, making her cum while I watched.
Véro’s anxious, dressed in that button-down pink dress, lacy pink lingerie underneath. Sexy as fuck for him. I nudge her. ‘He’s looking elsewhere.’ She bites her lip. ‘I want to please you… us. But scared.’ I kiss her. ‘Let go. I want to see him strip you, touch you.’ She nods, eyes locking on him.
The Burning Decision
I approach Franck at the bar. Chat him up, lie smooth: we’ve talked, she’s ready to go further. He joins us. Dance time. They grind slow on the floor. His hand slides to her ass. She doesn’t pull away. Smiles at his whispers. Back at table, he suggests his room. ‘View from the helipad?’ Véro agrees. Elevator ride, tension thick.
In his room, city lights sparkle. I pull her close, unbutton her dress from the navel down. Skin bare under my fingers. She pivots, facing him half-exposed. He strips to boxers, lays out condoms. I drop her dress. Now in lingerie. I pass her to him. They dance naked-chested soon—bra off, tits free. He sucks her neck, shoulders.
Against the window, his hands roam her tits, then dive into her panties. Fingers in her wet slit again. She moans soft. ‘You still soak like a slut. Ready for more?’ ‘Yes.’ He leads her to bed. Strips her thong slow. She lifts her ass, helps. Legs spread wide, pussy glistening.
Raw Penetration and Afterglow
He kneels, kisses thighs, then tongue on her clit. Licks deep, fingers pumping. I kiss her, pinch nipples. She bucks, cums hard, gushing. ‘Love your taste.’ Now her turn. ‘Suck him, baby.’ She grabs his thick cock, swallows it down. Bobbing eager, hand stroking. He groans, hand in her hair. Warns her— she gulps first spurts, finishes him with fist. Cum drips from her lips.
I can’t wait. Flip her missionary, fuck her sloppy pussy slow, space for him to see. She stares, legs wide. I cum quick, flooding her. She pouts. ‘Not yet?’ Franck rolls on condom, positions doggy behind her. I hold her face. She nods, arches back. His cockhead presses her lips, slides in deep. She gasps, neck strains. Full now.
He pounds steady. Ass cheeks ripple under his grip. Tits swing. She grinds back, chasing it. Cums loud, pussy clenching his shaft. He unloads safe inside. They slow, separate. I hug her tight, kiss fierce. She bolts to bathroom, robe in hand.
We dress. Franck offers bar drinks. Nah, we’re out. Home, we fuck tender. Her pussy still slick with our mess. Intense, loving. I love her more. Pocketed his number secretly. This secret burns hot. Ours alone.