His email hooked me. Alex, promising to cure my frigidity through Jocelyne’s game. Same city, opposite ends. I replied, teasing for his address. He sent it, evoking my envy for that prostitute’s thrill. I delayed, testing him. His reply burned: simulate the festival tomorrow at 3 PM in his penthouse. Lingerie under coat only. Silence and blindfold our rules.
I skipped the conference. Power heels clicked on marble lobby floors. Private elevator hummed upward, city lights twinkling below like distant diamonds. Heart pounded. Adultery’s rush. Penthouse door: envelope with my name. Black silk blindfold inside. ‘Play the game.’ I tied it, knocked. Hand seized mine, led me in. Velvet air, faint lavender. Silence thick.
The Privilege
Fingers gripped my ass through cashmere coat. Firm, teasing. I arched back, stilettos wobbling. Legs parted for balance. Panic: how many watchers? Blindness sharpened touch. Hand roamed flanks, kneaded buttocks. I craved more. Body pressed my back. Zipper rasped, coat torn open. Silk lingerie whispered against skin. Voluptuous escape from daily chains.
Fingers invaded, brushing trimmed mound. I thrust forward, shameless. They combed pubes, dipped to slick lips. Wetness flooded. My hand urged deeper over coat. I unbuttoned top, exposed lace-clad tits. Pinched hardening nipples. ‘Do it,’ I begged. Finger plunged slow, probing. I clenched, convulsed.
Why him, not husband? Scene freed me. Unknown heat unlocked secrets. Tongue licked neck, shivers raced. Two more fingers danced. Tsunami hit. Legs buckled, howl escaped. Supported, stripped. Lips trailed fabric down spine, goosebumps erupted. Coat pooled at feet. Near-naked in finery, proud curves taut.
Pushed to adjacent room. Sunk onto lavender-scented silk sheets. Legs dangled, spread. Lithe body—clothed—slid between. Fingers drummed belly, tongue pierced navel. Culotte peeled slow. Hot breath scorched pussy. Mouth sucked nectar. Moans broke free. Edged to explosion, denied. Tantalus torment.
On all fours. Ass worshipped: kissed, kneaded, pinched, saliva-slick. Rigid strap-on nudged thighs. Arm encircled, guided it home. Short thrusts built. Pussy stretched deep. Pounding intensified. Fingers everywhere: shoulders, neck, tits, clit fringe. World spun blind. Grunts synced with mine. Gale tore guts. I shattered, drowned in bliss. Almost complete. Grail near.
The Excess
Blindfold off. Warm amber light gilded skin, sunset glow through floor-to-ceiling glass overlooking glittering skyline. Muscles limp, mind fogged. Turned: vampire lips, emerald eyes flecked gold. Auburn curls. Shock. Woman under thirty. ‘Alex?’ She nodded, sheepish. Shed tight bodysuit. Perfect tits, erect nipples. Touched tentatively. Real. Authentic.
Device beeped. Robotic voice, feminine: ‘I’m Alexandra, Alex. Mute and woman. Incurable flaws?’ Stunned. Kissed her fiercely. Lips devoured. Strap-on explained artifice. Laughed. Device purred tenderly: ‘Al, my voice.’ We lay, faces inches. Admired porcelain skin, vanilla scent, peach fuzz, ripe oranges, juicy apricot. Fingertips sparked electricity.
Hunger surged. Lips claimed hers. Instinct ruled. Panther mode: clawed, licked, sucked. Bodies meshed perfect. No toys. Drowned in her folds. Flower bloomed, ambrosia flowed. Tête-bêche, devoured clits. Natural rhythm, no scripts. Climax quaked her. Mine followed: flames, heartburst, peak conquered.
Collapsed entwined. She gazed, teary. ‘No regrets?’ ‘Pure joy.’ Confessions flowed. Shared frigidity, lingerie fetish, streetwalker allure. Men used her muteness. Now daily trysts. Park teases, role reversals. Coat flashed, leg bared, eyes devoured us.
Two weeks of ceiling-scraping fucks. I’ll leave husband, claim her. She inspires; I speak for us. Penthouse walls of glass guard secrets, city blind below.
