Early summer heat clings to the Cévennes valley. Our elite circle gathers for friends’ wedding in a tucked-away village. The convoy of sleek SUVs winds down dusty lanes to the exclusive gîte. Marble-floored mairie stifles us in designer suits and silk gowns. Ceremony rushes by. Outside, cooler air on the square. Bridesmaids in flowing silk, curves hugged tight. Groomsmen in tailored wool, asses sculpted. Bi now, convinced. My cock twitches, hidden. Chats with bride’s parents cool it.
Photographer snaps us on church steps, champagne flutes gleam. Trek to gîte on foot. Juliette hooks my arm—high heels sink in gravel. Her blue-gray silk clings to spine’s dip, ass sway, full tits. Chignon bares neck. Her man lags, arm-in-arm with busty blonde. Their vibe fractures. I flirt light, ego boost. No drama at vows. Gîte sprawls: bungalow suites flank infinity pool, fifteen meters of lit turquoise. Banquet hall beyond, tables crystal-set.
The Privilege
Apéritif circles pool. Crystal glasses chill palms, vintage bubbles burst tart on tongue. Servers in crisp tux shirts glide. Eyes lock Juliette across water—her spat with him heats air. Pals toast. Server swaps empties for fulls. His hand palms my bulge. Wink. Short, dark crop like mine, pants hug perky ass. Stunned. Desire surges.
Dinner divine: foie gras melts, truffles perfume. Juliette backs me, him beside. Dance floor pulses post-dessert. Ties loosen, joints pass poolside. She pulls me for slow grind. Hand slips low, cups ass cheek through silk. She presses tits firm. Heat builds. He storms in. I bolt, tented hard.
Poolside haze. Naïads splash—girls in thongs only, lit underwater. Juliette glistens. He yanks her out, jealousy raw, drags to bungalow. Pals crash. Joint thirsts me inside. Raid storage post-piss. Server startles, hand on chest. Unbuttons shirt, chest hair bares. Tongue flicks nipple. Fingers stroke cock. Zipper drops, mouth engulfs. Bliss. I halt, crave fuck. Lead to storeroom.
The Excess
Bend him over beer kegs. Pants drop—no briefs. Jerk him, rim smooth hole. Ass perfect, spreads wide. Condom on. Tease pucker with glans. ‘Fuck me!’ Seb begs. Slide in—tight, hot, welcoming. Pound. Slaps echo, he bucks back. Observer: Juliette. ‘Good ass?’ Yes. She urges suck him. Kneel. Precum pearls, divine salt. She hikes dress, thumbs clit, pinches tits through silk—nipples poke.
His cock throbs. Up. She perches table, legs splay, pussy drips. Enter slow, legs on arms. Seb fingers my hole—one, two, three. I leak slut-juices, moan whore. Beg. He stretches, thick girth splits. Triple bliss: her grip, his thrust. She craves ass-fuck. Bends, robe up. Force anus—tighter vice. We sync, I flood his condom, then hers. She quakes orgasm.
Seb edges. She kneels us cheek-to-cheek. Jerk on tongues. Cum ropes lash faces. We gulp, swap in kiss. She sucks dregs, spits in my throat. Fixes thong, winks: ‘Fun plan. Night.’ Seb offers bed. Take it, dawn slip-out.
Dawn whispers. Juliette: ‘Never came like that.’ Lip bite. ‘Next time?’ Yes. He nears. Part. Drive home, pals doze. I savor secret.
