Keys in hand, I slip into Sophie’s sanctuary. A Montreal triplex jewel, walls draped in warm silks, thick Persian rug muffling steps. Floral notes—jasmine?—hang heavy. Confinement’s elite hideaway. I rig the bike trainer, Zwift humming on my tablet. Sweat soon slicks my skin. Bib shorts cling, torso bare, V-shaped from endless intervals.
Door clicks. Sophie enters, rain-kissed cheeks glowing. Black hair tousled under her cap. She whistles at my sprint. Pride surges. We swap bikes. Her lycra molds every curve—firm tits straining zipper, ass round as ripe fruit, quads sculpted satin. No bra. Feet bare, she mounts. I coach from the rug, legs stretched.
The Privilege
Her test begins. Sprints explode. Legs piston, muscles ripple. Five-minute max: sweat rivers down her neck, beads on elbows. Twenty-minute hell: she rips off her top. Breasts free, nipples hardening in cool air. Sweat traces globes, pearls at peaks. Hips sway. I steady her waist—firm, electric. Back arches. She curses in French. Primal roar at finish. Competitive fire. My cock twitches in lycra.
Cramps hit. I kneel, free her shoes. Hands on calves—silky despite salt crystals. Kitchen glows dim. Cranberry juice, maple syrup, ice. Silk tee skims thighs, no panties hinted. We sip. Chat kids, adoption dreams. Her past: man, infertility, now Noémie abroad. Cramps return. I claim her foot. Olive oil—virgin, golden—warms palms. Glide up calves, knees. She sighs, eyes shut.
Talk turns to my erotic drafts. Her striptease. ‘Exquisite,’ I murmur. Hands roam higher. Her fingers tease thigh, lift tee. Pussy lips peek, pink, slick. Hand dives in, kneads breast. Nipples poke cotton. She spreads. I drop low.
The Excess
Kneeling, thighs frame my face. Pull her hand away. Tongue dives. Hot, glassy smooth. Musky earth floods mouth. Salt-sweet cyprine. Clit swells. Suck, lap. Fingers plunge—two, curling. Ass cheeks oil-slick in grip. She bucks. Hands fist hair, crush me in.
Belly undulates. Breaths ragged. Thighs quake wide. I nibble, thrust. Oil mixes nectar—Mediterranean tang. She rises, grinds. Growls build. Spasms hit. Floods my chin. Nose buried in trim bush. Stars burst—air gone. Tiny tattoo gleams: ‘Encore.’
She slumps. I kiss deep once more. Rise. Cock strains, wet patch blooming. Smile. ‘Magnificent.’ Grab bike. Slip out quiet.
Home. Kids asleep. Cold shower. Wife returns, chilled. Nestle her. Hands roam familiar curves. Spoon her. Fingers find clit. Lips on neck. Turn her. Tongue her known folds. She peaks, familiar waves. Cock slides home. Thrusts build—deep, savage. Cum floods. Collapse. Hearts pound. Sophie lingers in mind. Secret sealed in glass walls, rain patters. Elite discretion.
