Their grand house on Montreal’s South Shore pulses with dim lights and soft music. August heat clings to my skin. I sink into the couch, wine warming my veins. Mireille returns in a robe, her eyes locked on mine. She sits close, thigh brushing mine. Heart hammers. Her hand strokes her own flesh, daring me. I ache to replace it.
She leans in. Lips crash. Soft, then hungry. Tongues tangle, hot and wet. Timid at first—Jacques watches. But her hand guides mine to her thigh. Skin burns under my palm. Smooth, alive. She straddles me. Robe parts. My fingers fumble the tie, peel it open. Corset hugs her heavy tits, bare and spilling. No panties. Fists her wide ass, firm and yielding.
The Fever
Neck kisses make her shiver. She arches, offers a nipple. Long, dark. I suck hard. Teeth graze. Switch sides. Her nails dig my neck, smashing my face into her chest. Sweat beads. Pulse races. My cock? Limp traitor. Ignore it. Hand dives between us. Her pussy—bald, slick. Shaved clean.
She pulls me up. Bedroom. Massive bed. Jacques in armchair, pants tented. She strips me. Naked. Her hand on my semi. Kisses deep. Whispers: Don’t worry. Lies on belly. I straddle. Massage shoulders. My flaccid dick rests on her ass crack. Heaven and hell. Kiss down spine. Knead cheeks. Finger teases anus. Tongue follows. Spread wide. Rim her tight ring. Push in. Her scent—clean, musky woman. Intoxicating.
She squirms. Wants to flip. I pin her playfully—I’m built sturdy. Laughter. Finally relent. Straddle again. Admire: Heavy tits splayed, bald slit glistening, lips made for sucking cock. Kiss fierce. Hands roam tits, clit. She’s soaked, open.
The Blaze
Eyes on hers: ‘Mireille, I want to eat your pussy.’ Legs up, spread wide. Pussy exposed. Breathe her in. Tongue traces outer lips. Then dive. Tongue fucks deep. Nose grinds clit. Finger anus, finger cunt. She bucks. Moans filthy words. For me, for him.
Jacques strokes his hard cock now, cigarette smoke curling. Her body quakes. First orgasm rips—long scream. I don’t stop. Suck clit, finger-fuck harder. Second, third. She yanks my hair, pulls me up. Kisses me. Tastes herself. ‘You taste so fucking good.’ Down to tits—hypersensitive. She writhes.
‘Enough… rest…’ I collapse beside. Legs cramp. Jacques naked, jerking. She calls him. Cock to her mouth. Licks shaft, balls. I join. Tongue on his veiny length. Lucky bastard—rock hard. She deepthroats. Passes to me. I suck, shallower. We share, tongues meeting on his tip. He groans, praises.
She pumps fast. We kiss, tongues out. He erupts. Hot spurts paint our faces, tongues. She sucks post-cum. Gives to me. Salty, thick. Jacques leans. Three-way kiss. Man lips strange, but cum binds us. Skin still fever-hot. Hearts thunder. Unique fire burned through me.