Our private terrace overlooks a walled garden estate, lush and secluded. Leather loungers cradle our skin under the sun. Gilles and I host GĂ©raldine and Bernard again. Champagne fizzes in crystal flutes, sharp bubbles bursting on tongues. Conversation flows easy, men wander to the garden’s emerald depths.
Géraldine, my fiery redhead protégé, whispers memories of our Brussels erotica salon debauchery. I suggest topless sunbathing. We peel off tops swiftly. My full Mediterranean breasts, her pert pale ones, gleam. Men return instantly, eyes hungry. Bernard devours me openly; Gilles lingers on her nipples.
The Privilege
We lounge, tits bared to the warmth. Leather warms beneath us. GĂ©raldine confesses intrigue over Gilles’ restraint. He watches but never touches her. I tease her forbidden fruit allure. She blushes, admits craving his hands. In the kitchen later, short-clad, Gilles gropes my exposed breasts. I push him toward her. He hesitates, loyal to sharing me first.
Barbecue spheres glow, searing premium cuts. We eat under sun, breasts still free. Men feast visually. Apple tart arrives bland; I grab whipped cream. Squirt dollops on my nipples, then hers. Cold shock makes her gasp. ‘Natural red fruits,’ I declare. ‘Gilles, clean hers. Bernard, mine.’
Bernard lunges, sucking greedily, tongue rough on my peaks. Gilles methodical, tongue-tip precise on her cream-smeared tips. She flushes crimson against white skin. Clothes shed. Garage matelas dragged out, plush under sun. GĂ©raldine sprawls first, stroking Gilles’ hardening cock.
He warms to her, caresses mirroring ours but tentative. Soon, rhythm builds. I lie back, cushion propping ass. Bernard rams deep, piston-hard. Above, GĂ©raldine on all fours, Gilles claiming her. She sighs into my kiss, hand kneading my breast. Sapphic spark amid pounding.
The Excess
Swaps flow. Toys, tongues, cocks rotate. Bernard’s stamina endless, plowing me relentless. Sandwiches double-fill: cock front, rear, thrusting syncopated. GĂ©raldine grinds pussy on my lips, juices flooding my tongue. I lap her mix of cream and precum.
Climax in obscene 69. We devour cum-slick cunts, slurping loud. Men stroke, mesmerized. Orgasms ripple, bodies quake on soft leather and mat.
Afterglow lingers. Gilles unlocks with GĂ©raldine. Phone thanks later: his virile calm dominates her soft husband. Chalet weekend blurs couples. Suspicions brew. Then, arrival hand-in-hand. Salon leather sighs as we sit. They claim official affair, couples intact. Bernard consents. My push started it; alchemy sealed.
She promises no steal. I nod, resigned. Elite games shift: he weekends her, I Bernard or hunts. Garden walls guard secrets, champagne seals new order.
