The parish hall glows under soft lights, post-concert hush envelops us. Crystal flutes brim with vintage champagne, bubbles teasing my tongue like forbidden promises. My leather skirt hugs thighs, supple black hide whispering against sheer stockings. Garters snap taut, a secret thrill beneath. Pierrot, 70, silver fox with knowing grin. Olivier, 51, sleek banker, eyes devouring. We three linger, elite chorale insiders, door locked.
Heat rises despite winter chill seeping through stone walls. I shed my wool gilet, nipples strain against lace bra, piercing white blouse. Pierrot whistles low. ‘Magnificent tits, Isabelle.’ Champagne warms my core, head spins. Their hands brush my ass, confirming the thong’s absence, garters’ grip. I laugh, flushed, belly aching. Slow music pulses, Mozart yields to sultry beats. Pierrot pulls me close, erection grinds my mound. Olivier joins, palms knead cheeks. I grind back, lost in privilege of this hidden elite.
The Privilege
Fingers trace seams, skirt falls. Blouse rips open, bra discarded. Naked but for garters, heels, stockings. Their cocks bulge, promises of excess. I grip both, veins pulse hot under palms. No husbands here. Just us, power of desire unbound.
Olivier dims lights further, hall our private velvet den. Pierrot’s tongue invades, champagne breath mixes mine. I melt, pussy floods. Their hands everywhere: tits mauled, clit circled. ‘Dripping slut,’ Olivier growls. I nod, proud.
Pierrot’s cock springs free, thick despite age. I kneel, lips envelop gland. Tongue swirls, throat relaxes. He groans, ‘Suck it deep, choir girl.’ Saliva drips, I finger my smooth slit, waxed bare for them. Olivier watches, stroking his longer shaft.
I switch, pump Olivier’s meat, balls heavy. Pleasure surges, no shame. Hormones rage, neglectful husband forgotten. Cocu Daniel earns this.
The Excess
Pierrot sits, I straddle reverse. Guide his rod to sopping folds. Impale hard, leather heels dig floor. Ride savage, walls clench. ‘Fuck me deeper!’ He grips hips, slams up. Juices coat thighs.
Olivier yanks me off, bends me doggy. Thicker cock spears in, brutal. ‘Take it, whore.’ Pounding shakes me, tits swing. Pierrot stuffs mouth, double stuffed. Swap holes, endless. Cum first from Olivier floods cunt, leaks down stockings.
Pierrot reclaims, lifts me off ground. Final thrusts, hot seed erupts. I scream orgasm, legs quake. Cum sheets thighs, puddles floor. Collapse, champagne toast, bodies slick.
Panic: sacristain knocks. Dash skirt, blouse half-buttoned. Tits bounce free, nipples raw peaks. He eyes stains, grins. ‘Three next time?’ Hands seize breasts, pinch hard. Fire reignites. My thong? He waves it later from shadows.
We part, kisses chaste outside frosted glass doors. Drive home, pussy sloshes seed. Husband snores. Shower hides evidence, but thrill lingers. Christmas dinner, no panties, garters chafe. Pinch nipples in mirror, cum quick thinking black sacristain’s promise. Secret sealed in luxury of sin.
