Around seven, the garden’s tree shade brings cool relief. Margaux reappears, key in hand from Sophie. Her eyes widen Sophie’s—rare spark of hunger. Crop top, designer frayed edges, pert breasts outlined. Gold chain at her neck. Ripped denim short, barely covering, long tanned legs, ass cheeks peeking. Punk-chic vibe suits her youth. Sophie matches in vibrant, plunging dress, cleavage generous, thighs sculpted short hem. Warm bisous from Margaux, citrus perfume sharp, lemony, intoxicating. I excuse to fetch aperitif, staff dismissed. From kitchen window, they close in. Sophie initiates, hands framing Margaux’s face, hot kiss. Trio fantasies flood me. Margaux’s allure hits hard now—sharp mind, youth, beauty. Her love for Sophie echoes mine. Back with tray, iced bucket, Chablis young and crisp. Her gaze fearless, post-kiss. I smile, chat flows. She’s at ease, doubts gone. Smiles wide, hands on Sophie, gold bracelet—yellow, rose, white—gleams on wrist. Pour chilled Chablis, glasses chill lips. Toast: ‘To our summer encounter?’ Heat lingers, wine gulped eagerly. Margaux’s cheeks flush—wine, warmth. Talk turns daily. Sophie tactile, kisses cheeks, lips’ corner. Erotic charge builds. Nibbles amuse-bouches. Margaux buries face in hands. Fatigue? Wine? She lifts, breathes deep: ‘I want to try. With you both. Make love. All three. If you want.’ Eyes lock mine, flushed but steady. I set glass, join them on sofa. Take her hand—soft, electric. Kiss palm, fingers. She shivers. Citrus hair scent envelops. Skin velvet. Lean, kiss lips, guide her hand to thigh. Her breath Chablis-fresh, tongue meets mine. Taste addictive. Sophie strokes hair, they kiss deep. I finish wine, her hand stays. She turns, eyes lust-bright, kisses harder, hands explore linen suit. Sophie: ‘Inside?’ Eyes sparkle. Knows her nipples strain, pussy soaked. Margaux close, gripping jacket: ‘Little experience with men.’ ‘You’re in control. Stop anytime.’ Sophie whispers: ‘He’ll care for us.’ We rise, hands to her. She follows.
Bedroom tension crackles. King bed, ivory sheets. Walls linen-cotton, matte pearls. Sophie leads, pulls us close. Standing kisses, mouths blend—fantasy real. Margaux unbuttons shirt, ivory. Hands slide in, neck to pecs, nipples grazed. ‘Lucas, your skin so soft…’ Sees her breasts through top. Sophie lifts it off. Margaux turns, arms up. Tanned swimmer’s back, clean armpits sensual. Short shows ass curve. She devours Sophie’s heavy breasts. I unhook bra, hands to firm rounds, wide areolas. Knead, adore. Down muscled belly, firm hips. Sophie: ‘Undress me?’ Zip slides, dress pools. No panties. Ankle chain, jade drop. Trim bush hardens me. Margaux presses back, hands hips to belly to slit. Kisses neck. Sophie cruel-tease, shoves tits to me. Nipples stab pecs. Voracious kiss. Pushes to bed edge. Belt unbuckles, pants drop. Swallows cock whole, sucks fierce. Beckon Margaux. Arm her waist, kiss wild—cheeks, chin. Her fingers jawline. Sophie thorough, teases shaft. Hand to Margaux’s thighs. Ask permission breasts. Yes, smiles hot. Suck left, knead right. Velvet firmness. Tongue circles nipple, hardens fast. Fingers scalp vibrate. Moans escape. Sophie leaps to Margaux, spreads legs. She falls back elbows. I stand, cock heavy. Sophie licks expert. ‘Fuck, Sophie, best ever. Came twice morning.’ Shudders rack her. Behind Sophie, ass offered. Thumb lips, soaked. Thrust in easy. Eyes bulge Margaux’s. Her cries peak, cums hard.
The Privilege
Sophie head on belly, watches me pump. Pussy grips, juices trail thighs. Margaux recovers, beckons. Withdraw, over her. Worry in eyes: ‘Huge, gentle.’ Kiss mouth, cheeks, tits. Guide cock to open slit. Legs splay bronze welcome. Short lips Sophie-reddened. Inch slow—tight. Pause, suck nipples swollen. Halfway, heaven. She grips: ‘No pain. Deeper.’ Hips lift. ‘Haven’t had men lately. Good…’ Sophie: ‘Soon fits perfect.’ ‘Even ass?’ ‘Yes, love it.’ Fury builds. Pull out, avoid cum. Sophie laughs. Over her, spread wide, ram deep. Fingers plunge Margaux’s pussy, thumb clit. Gelatinous sweet taste. Margaux kisses Sophie. Orgasm nears: ‘Cum inside?’ Smile yes. Doggy her, cheeks spread, pink anus tempts. Thumb circles. Slow thrusts frustrate. ‘Filling me!’ Deep thrust, explode. Jets flood, hold waist. Trembles, head on Sophie’s chest. Drain deep. Collapse aside. Sophie to her: ‘Lick me, finger for ass. He’ll watch, recover.’ Margaux murmurs assent, limp bliss. Breeze from garden cools sweat-slick skin. Against wall, spent. Eyes shut, digest joy. They reposition, offer selves. This summer unmatched—Margaux’s initiation drowns us in love, senses sated. Glass walls guard our secret, villa’s hush absolute.
