Forty-two years old. Married eighteen years. Kids rule my days. Husband chases work, ignores me. Brunette. Curvy. Tall. Full, heavy breasts. Our luxury vacation village sparkles under summer stars. Tonight, I drop him at the TGV station. Train pulls away. I cross the marble-floored hall to my sleek rental car.
Teddy struggles with his dead battery. The gym teacher, lifeguard. Antillean. Twenty-five. Athletic build. White teeth flash in an enchanting smile. Towering presence. Women swoon.
The Privilege
“Leave the car. I’ll drive you back.” His piercing eyes lock on my braless tits under the light dress. Flattered. Flushed.
“Evening, Christine. Thanks. No long walk for me.”
“Lucky you. Just dropped my husband.”
“He’s the lucky one. Such a charming wife.”
“Work comes first for him.”
“Pity. If I were him…” He devours me. No man has looked at me like this in years.
“Young stud like you? Girls fall at your feet. I’m forty-two.”
“I prefer ripe women. Hungrier. Unsatisfied. Craving new thrills.”
“Like what?”
“Affair with a younger man. Or a black one.”
His naughty hint stirs my secret fantasy. Big? Skilled? Husband can’t make me cum anymore. Scruples war with lust. I glance at the massive bulge straining his jeans. My curves still stir him.
“I’m married.”
The Excess
“Married women try it first.” He grins wickedly.
I blush. Silence fills the drive. Car’s leather seats hug us. Night air scents pine.
Gîte empty. Kids at teen dance night.
“Thanks. Drink?”
“Check kids, then join.”
Shower. Water cascades over skin. Voice whispers: Seize it. Fantasy incarnate. Home Saturday. Husband clueless. Town gossip risky.
White cotton dress buttons down front. Strains over generous tits. I feel sexy. Desired. Heart races nearing his bungalow. Knock softly. Summer night cloaks us.
“Come in.”
Shorts. Half-open floral shirt. Muscled chest. Punch flows cool, exotic. Alcohol melts inhibitions. Talk turns filthy.
“Husband’s lucky.”
“He doesn’t see me.”
“I will.” Hands cup my breasts. Paralyzed by his smile. Heat floods pussy. Nipples harden. He unbuttons. Frees tits. Fingers tweak. Eyes shut. Surrender.
Bungalow’s silk sheets gleam. Cool AC kisses skin.
