Île de Ré, July 1st, 2003. My sprawling seaside villa gleams under the summer sun, white stucco walls framing infinity views of turquoise waves. Silk sheets on the king bed whisper against skin. I hire Dread full-time, his server uniform discarded for naked servitude. Champagne flutes chill in silver buckets, bubbles sharp on the tongue like anticipation.
Daily afternoons dissolve into ritual. He arrives at the private gate, bronzed muscles rippling under linen shirt. I lead him inside, past Murano glass chandeliers casting prisms on marble floors. No words needed. In the sunlit salon, Persian rug soft under knees, I drop to fellate him deep, throat stretching around his thick girth. Photos capture it: my lips stretched, saliva glistening. Then levrette on the rug, his hips slamming, my cries echoing off vaulted ceilings.
The Privilege
Marianne arrives unannounced, slipping through the garden like a shadow in her black silk sheath. Door cracks open mid-thrust on the bedroom moquette. Dread’s oblivious, pounding me senseless. Her eye sparkles with mischief. She bursts in applauding as he floods me. Laughter bubbles. She unzips, revealing lace corset hugging curves, Brazilian thong barely containing her. Two women, one stud. Elite air thickens, exclusivity pulses.
The Privilege: seduction in opulence. Dread’s nude pose, cock proud like a Rodin sculpture. Marianne’s hands join mine on it, four soft palms stroking velvet steel. We sip Veuve Clicquot, foam tracing collarbones, before the frenzy.
He claims her first, savage on the bed’s Egyptian cotton. She writhes, demanding harder, hips bucking against his athlete’s power. I grip her hand, her gaze locks mine—watch me shatter. Cerebral fire ignites. He flips me beside her, fingers plunging my soaked cunt while railing her. Frenzy builds. He hoists me atop her, our breasts crush, tongues tangle, pubis grinding slick.
His steel rod spears me, then her, alternating thrusts. Waves of shared orgasm crash—bodies twisting in sync, impossible unity. He commands mouths on him. We devour, tongues swirling, his hot seed erupts, spilling down chins onto lace.
The Excess
Exhaustion claims us. Marianne soothes: no guilt, pure discovery. Dread, usually controlled beast, blushes at his savagery. We guzzle more champagne, then prowl to the island’s elite club at midnight. Leather banquettes hug our sweat-slicked skin. We orbit him on the dancefloor, kissing fiercely, hands roaming. Eyes devour us—two fortysomething sirens devouring a virile god.
José, Latino hunk, snares Marianne. She vanishes briefly, returns flushed: beach quartet? Moonlit sands cool bare feet. She strips nude, dives into surf. We follow, splashing like sirens. José impales her fast, her gasps sharp. Dread lifts my thighs, water lapping, slow impale—masterful glide, every vein felt.
José finishes quick, flees like a fool. Marianne’s eyes beg more. On the dune, Dread enters her tenderly, hips rolling poetic. I suckle her breasts, trail lips to belly, then her tender folds—silkier than silk, nectar divine. I climax spiritually, untouched. Dread mounts me from behind, sunset gilding sweat, gentle finish as dawn breaks.
The Discretion: back to villa’s grand bed, three bodies entwine in silk cocoon. Secrets sealed by glass walls overlooking private cove. No traces but photos—for you, my cuckold pet. Marianne and I plot your arrival. Surprises await. Join us Saturday. Prolongation granted. Your true nature embraced.
