Charles paces his dimly lit apartment. Heart hammers. Clock ticks slow. He dials Nathalie. ‘Come over,’ he breathes. Thirty minutes later, her knock. Door opens. She’s stunning. Skirt hugs curves. His cock twitches hard.
Gin-tonic in hand, whiskey for him. Eyes lock. ‘No spark with Catherine anymore,’ he confesses. Breath catches. ‘Same with Georges,’ she whispers. Pulse races. ‘I’ve wanted you forever.’ Lips crash. Tongues tangle fierce. Hands roam. He hikes her skirt. Firm thighs. Round ass gripped tight. She rips his shirt. Muscled, hairy chest. Sucks nipples hard. They harden instantly.
The Fever
Her hand on his bulge. Strokes through fabric. He groans deep. Leads her to guest room. Pushes her down. Zips skirt off. Silk stockings slide. Pulls sweater, bra, panties. Kisses neck. Sucks full tits. Trails belly to shaved pussy. Tongue dives in. Licks inner lips. Circles swollen clit. Her juices flood. She bucks, fights orgasm. Heart pounds wild.
He frees throbbing cock. She kneels. Mouth engulfs. Sucks hungry. Tongue swirls head. He pulls her up. Legs vertical. Slides in slow. Tight heat grips. She moans loud. ‘Fuck me hard.’ Hips slam. Switch to doggy. Ass arched high. Deeper thrusts. Balls slap wet.
Georges later spoons sleeping Nathalie. Fingers tease clit. She dreams of Charles. Orgasms ripple. He thrusts from behind. Fills her slick pussy. Cums fast, grunting.
Next day, lunch at Francis. Eyes burn. Hotel room booked. Door shuts. Clothes tear off. Charles devours. Tongue everywhere. Pussy drips. He mounts savage. Pounds relentless. She claws back. They explode, blacking out in bliss.
The Blaze
Georges chats Angélique online. Obsessed. Masturbates furious in bathroom. Cum sprays everywhere.
Hotel bar. Catherine spots Georges. ‘d’Artagnan?’ Shock turns heat. Lips meet. Room upstairs. He strips her. Sucks firm tits. Tongue on shaved slit. She blows him deep. Legs on shoulders. Brutal thrusts. ‘Harder!’ She screams. He roars, flooding her.
Months pass. Secrets fester. Dinner at Mandarin. Truth erupts. ‘Charles and I…’ Nathalie starts. ‘Catherine and I…’ Georges counters. Laughter mixes tears. Glasses clink. New pairs form. Hearts settle in afterglow.
Skins still tingle. Breaths sync. Possession claimed. Danger dissolved into perfect fire.