Crude light slices through the blinds. Outside, heat stalls everything. Beside me, Pierre’s steady breaths. I wake from a shallow nap. Siesta hour. Room stifles. Skin slick with sweat. Throat parched. Too lazy to fetch water. Don’t want to wake him. He sleeps so peacefully.
These hot afternoons ignite me. Erotic pull. Irresistible urge to fuck. Heat stirs deep in my gut. Spreads up. Chest tightens. Nipples harden. Begging for touch. The animal in me awakens. Fox in heat. Eyes shut. Naked on the bed. Pierre inches away. Bare too. On our white marital sheet.
The Fever
I could rub myself off. Fingers slip between thighs. Clit swells, hungry. Slow circles at first. Then frantic. But no. Hand drifts to him. His thigh. Smooth, muscled. Sun-kissed. Not girly soft. Manly silk. Reassuring. I stroke. He shifts breath. Barely. Hand pauses. Then glides up.
Fingertips brush his cock. Fragile thing. Curled in dark bush. Mystery. Power hidden. Trembles at touch. So light. Rolls easy. Miracle starts. Swells. Hardens. I grip soft. Pulses. Can’t stop watching. Erecting. Eyes still shut. He fakes sleep. Savors my strokes.
Beast ready. Thick. Veiny. Head gleams. I kiss it. Lick pearl drop. Salty-bitter. Forbidden fruit. Lips tongue spark his sigh. Legs spread wide. Balls beg. I knead. He stays passive. My big baby.
Then snap. Not Pierre’s cock. Dominique’s. Old lover. Why now? Image overlays. Craving him. Between my thighs. Five years back. Beach. Pierre fishing. Dom approaches. Chat. Kiss. His room. I strip. Trembling. Legs jelly. Heart pounds. His erect cock. He takes me. Raw. No guilt. Pure fuck.
Secret affair. Pierre clueless. My horniness spilled over. Fantasized threesome. Year of bliss. He left. Others flopped.
I straddle Pierre. Awake now. Slam down. Fills me. Violent thrusts. But it’s Dom. Plowing pussy. Hands on ass. Tits. He’ll cum inside. Breed me. Climax hits. Spasms rip. Bite lip. No name slip. He softens. Cum leaks out.
Decision burns. Find Dom.
Next day hunt. Old contacts dead. Despair. Then Pierre shows paper. Dom back. Village bookstore. Heart races.
I stalk. Store empty. Push door. Blonde behind counter. Ask for him. There. Unsurprised. ‘Knew you’d come.’ Invite dinner. Married? Yes. Her. Perfidious: Pierre loves blondes. He balks. Be wise now.
The Blaze
Heart stabs. Rejected for her. Plan brews.
Dinner flops. Burnt roast. Bad wine. I sabotage. He’s cold. She’s ditz. Pierre prude.
Betrayed. Payback: Feed her to Pierre. She simmers. Pool hangs. Dry her back. Kiss neck. She laughs. Kisses cheek. Naked hug. Stiffens. ‘First time with woman.’ Lie: ‘Me too.’ Chaste kisses build.
Home. Corset play. Chest bare. Mirror laughs. Push to bed. Mouth claims. Tongues tangle. Hand on tit. Other in panties. Pussy soaks. No fight. First girl orgasm. She quivers.
Next day: ‘See you soon?’ Yes.
Beach cove. Isolated. Towels under pine. Her between us. Swim. I grope her. ‘Pierre won’t mind.’ Kiss seals.
Out first. Strip bare. Urge her top off. Bottom stays. Pierre joins. Drops shorts. Cock twitches.
I tease her nips. She pushes weak. Pierre sees. Pretends not. Grab his hand. On her tit. Decisive. She glances. I kiss her. His erection betrays. ‘He wants you. Give it.’ ‘Here?’ ‘I watch.’ Slip off. Legs part. He mounts. Slides in. Fucks. Ass bucks. She moans.
Vendetta done. Poison spreads. Perverse? Witch? I own it.
Skin still burns. Heart slows. Unique fire lived.