Work done. Rush to the bathroom. Mirror check. Out the door, bag in hand. Parking lot dance. Vacation freedom hits hard. Home first. Kids with in-laws. Call them naked, trying new bikini. Pubes too bushy. Razor time. Hubby sneaks in. ‘Shave it all.’ He bolts for the car. Fury fades. Foam up. Scrape clean. Smooth as silk. Cream soothes the burn. Fingers glide. Heat builds. Bedroom mirror. Long black hair loose. Green eyes hungry. Dark skin on white sheets. Legs spread wide. Pinch nipples. Finger pussy. Wet instantly. Dildo out. Lick it slick. Slide in deep. Walls grip tight. Slow thrusts. Moans escape. Faster. Pinch harder. Head thrashes. Orgasm crashes. Body shakes. Breath ragged. Heart pounds. Clean up. Hubby home. Pack. Road trip. Arrive 4pm. Lydia waiting. Ex’s discard, now glowing. White dress hugs her. Hotel perfect. Unpack. Strip for bikini. Lydia bursts in. Sees bare pussy. ‘Cute shave.’ Laugh it off. Beach time. Her tiny bikini barely contains tits. Cream each other. Spot two hunks eyeing us. Pierre: dark, hairy chest, tiny black slip. Yves: blond, lean. Crocodiles hungry. Chat. Dance spots. Locals, loaded. Days blur: beach, petanque, bikes. They befriend Claude. BBQ night. Drinks flow. Claude passes out. Lydia’s eyes sparkle. They cover him. Club bound. Change in room. Pierre watches shower through cracked door. Bend slow. Tease. Tiny thong, tight top, short skirt. Club one: dances, slow grind. His cock hardens against me. Hands on ass. Thumb tweaks nipple. Knee parts thighs. ‘Hot. Somewhere quiet?’ Finger grazes slit. Soaked. Yes. Car ride. His hand climbs thigh. Circles clit. Bite lip. Tension coils. Second club. Private booth. Curtains close. Moans echo around. Lydia whispers, ‘Fun tonight.’ Her hand on thigh. Kiss cheek. Fire ignites. Guide her fingers to drenched pussy.
Tension snaps. Lydia kisses deep. Tongues tangle. Sucks tits. Fingers clit. Groan loud. Lifts hips. Panties off. Devours pussy. Tongue spears slit. Thrash on seat. Pierre shoves cock out. ‘Suck.’ Grip thick shaft. Stroke. Lick head. Swallow deep. Balls too. Lydia laps harder. Yves fingers her ass. Wave builds. Crash. Scream muffled. Arc back. Lydia kisses, pussy juice on lips. Sucks Yves. Crawl to Pierre. Deep throat. He fingers pussy, then ass. Lube with juices. Push in. Love it. Hysterics. Double finger fuck. Kiss frantic. Lydia on back. Yves eats her holes. Swap. Eat her smooth pussy. Suck clit. Two fingers deep. She growls on Yves’ dick. Pierre caps up. Kneels behind. Pushes in slow. Gentle. Crave rough. ‘Harder. Fuck fast.’ Tears well. Grips hips. Pounds savage. Orgasms chain. Rip through. He tenses. Cums hard. All peak together.
The Fever
Exhaustion hits. Skin slick, burning. Heart slows. Kiss Pierre soft. Carry Claude home. Tuck him in. Lydia’s room. Their hands linger. ‘Regrets?’ ‘Better remorse than regret.’ Laugh. Bed together. Hands wander. Not innocent. See them more. Discreet. Life resumes. Lydia closer now. Nights out. Claude sometimes joins. Another tale.