The front door clicks shut behind me. Provence vacation home. Silent. Wife Agnes sunbathing nude in the garden. I sip cold water in the kitchen shadow. Her body’s perfection hits me. Five days no sex. Cock stirs. Bush rustles. Not the neighbor. His son Franck, 20, sneaks over. She naps, earbuds in. He grabs her tits, kisses hard. She shoves him off. ‘Franck, you’re crazy!’ He threatens: ‘Fuck me or I tell your husband you screw my dad.’ Her face pales. Fear. She covers her pussy, tits. He gropes rough. Pulls out his massive cock. Like father’s. ‘Suck it.’ She hesitates. He yanks hair. Mouth opens. Swallows deep. Slurps vigorous. Hand on balls. I freeze. Betrayed. But my dick throbs. Her lips stretch around that monster. She bobs faster. He calls her whore. She spreads legs. He slams in raw. She winces, then moans. ‘Gentle, hurts.’ He pounds. ‘Slut loves big cocks.’ She claws his back. Cums hard. He grunts, collapses. I erase my text. Slip away. Tears on the road. But cock aches from the sight.
Drive to Aix. Buy cameras. Install hidden: bedroom shelves, garden. Weekend drags. She fakes infection. Dodges my touch. Night, she sneaks to neighbor’s. Fucks him under awning. Moans carry. Heart shatters. Yet I spy more. Back to work. Check feeds. Morning ritual. Neighbor calls her ‘doll.’ She kneels. Sucks his fat dick. ‘Only you.’ He films her doggy. Begs: ‘Fuck me, ass too.’ He teases. She pleads. Rams pussy. Thumb in ass. She screams ecstasy. ‘Split my cunt!’ Multiple orgasms. He cums calm. She clings: ‘I love you.’ Lies. Afternoons, she teaches Franck. Licks armpits, bites nipples. Milks his load hands-free. Rides him slow. Hips grind. Perfect massage on his shaft. Teaches anal prep. Fingers his ass too. Evenings escalate. Franck brings pals. Strips her. ‘Open legs, slut.’ They finger-fuck holes. Pound her holes raw. Mouth, pussy, ass. Cum multiple times. She takes it passive. Truckers next. Sucks eight cocks. Two bareback fucks. Sweaty, dirty. Neighbor makes her recount. Kneeling. ‘They groped rough.’ He scolds. Forces drugs. ‘Obey or no love.’ She grovels. Pities her. Calls her. Cold hang-up.
The Awakening Rush
Back home. She’s gaunt, icy. No kisses. Vomits often. I cook, care. Spy her gangbangs. But thrill builds. Forbidden rush. Her submission. Massive cocks stretching her. Moans I never hear. Cums I never give. I hide pain. Play loving husband. She sneaks nightly. I watch feeds exhausted. Cock hard again. Stroke to her degradation. Begging anal. Swallowing loads. Truckers’ filth. Neighbor’s control. Her ‘I love you’ lies. Daughters return soon. Fake normalcy. But inside, fire. This secret voyeur hell. Pure transgression. No one knows. My cock leaks pre-cum. She’s his whore. Not mine. Yet I crave more footage. The watch. The ache. The illicit high. Won’t confront. Can’t lose her. This twisted love. My hidden obsession.