I hardly slept at all. The photo Alexandre had sent me kept looping in my head: my thighs spread wide on the bench, his hand buried in my glistening pussy, my face contorted in pleasure. Every time I closed my eyes, I relived the orgasm, stronger, dirtier. And I knew that tonight, I was going to cross a new line.
All day, I was in a daze. At the office, I squeezed my thighs under my desk thinking about his fingers inside me. At home, I prepared dinner like a robot, but my body was vibrating. Marc vaguely noticed I was “distracted,” but he didn’t push it. Sophie, on the other hand, gave me several weird looks. At
one point, while I was putting away the dishes, she came up and whispered: “You’ve got something sparkling in your eyes, Mom. Are you in love or what?” I blushed to my ears and stammered an excuse. She laughed, but her laugh sounded… knowing? I brushed off the absurd thought.
At 9:30 p.m., same scenario: headache, walk with Max. This time, I slipped on a short, flowy black summer dress, nothing underneath. No bra, no panties. My nipples were already poking through the thin fabric. I looked at myself in the mirror: I looked like a woman about to get fucked. And I wanted it badly.
The park was even darker that night, a light breeze rustling the leaves. I arrived at the bench right on time. Alexandre was already there, sitting with his legs spread, a predatory smile on his lips. He was wearing dark jeans and a tight t-shirt that hugged his pecs. He beckoned me over.
“Come here, Isabelle.”
I sat next to him, so close our thighs touched. He immediately put his hand on my neck, gripping my hair lightly.
“You obeyed. No panties. Good girl.”
His voice was deeper, more commanding. He brought his face close to mine, his hot breath on my skin.
“Show me your pussy. Right now.”
I looked around us, panicked. The park was deserted, but we were outdoors. Still, my hands obeyed. I slowly lifted my dress to my waist, spreading my thighs wide. My shaved pussy was already soaked, lips swollen and glistening in the dim light.
He growled in approval. “Fuck, look at that. You’re dripping just thinking about my cock.”
He slid two fingers into me without warning, deep, making me arch. I moaned loudly.
“Shh,” he ordered, gripping my neck harder. “You’ll attract attention. Unless you want someone to see you getting finger-fucked like a bitch?”
I shook my head, but the idea made me wetter. He fucked my lips with his fingers, fast and hard, slapping in my wetness. I bit my lip to keep from screaming.
Then he pulled his fingers out and brought them to my mouth. “Taste yourself.”
I licked eagerly, sucking his fingers like a cock, eyes locked on his. He smiled darkly.
“On your knees. Now.”
My heart exploded. Here? On the park ground? But I was already sliding off the bench, kneeling between his legs. He undid his belt, unzipped. His cock sprang out, thick, veined, already hard, the head glistening with precum. It was bigger than Marc’s, longer, more intimidating.
“Suck me, Isabelle. Show me how bad you want it.”
I took his cock in hand, hot and heavy. I started by licking the head, tasting the salt of his arousal. He moaned softly. Then I opened wide and took him in slowly, feeling my throat fill. He put both hands on my head and pushed, forcing me deeper. I gagged a little, tears in my eyes, but I didn’t pull back.
“That’s it… Take it all. Fuck your throat with my dick.”
He started moving his hips, fucking my mouth in steady rhythm. I drooled heavily, saliva running down my chin, onto my dress. The sucking sounds were obscene in the quiet night. He went deeper with each thrust, hitting the back of my throat, making me cough, but I held on, more turned on than ever.
“Look at me,” he growled.
I looked up, teary-eyed, while he held my head still and fucked my mouth like a pussy. His balls slapped my chin. I had one hand between my thighs, frantically rubbing my clit.
“You’re a real little cocksucker, huh? Married, three kids, and here you are on your knees in a park getting your throat fucked by a stranger.”
Those words made me cum instantly. My pussy clenched hard, I moaned around his cock, body shaking with spasms. He sped up, growling louder.
“I’m gonna cum in your mouth. You’re swallowing every drop.”
Three more thrusts, and he exploded. Hot, thick jets flooded my throat. I swallowed greedily, not spilling a drop, sucking through the last pulse. When he pulled out, a string of cum dripped on my chin. He wiped it with his thumb and made me lick it clean.
“Perfect,” he murmured, zipping up. “Next time, I’ll fuck you for real. I’ll fill that pussy until you can’t walk straight.”
He stood and left without looking back. I stayed on my knees for a few minutes, mouth swollen, the taste of his cum still on my tongue, pussy dripping. When I finally stood, my legs were shaking.
On the way home, I passed Sophie’s room. The door was ajar. Inside, her phone light illuminated her face. She was lying on her bed… and her hand was between her thighs, under the covers. She was touching herself slowly, eyes closed, a soft moan escaping her lips.
I froze in the hallway. Had she heard something? Seen something? Or was it just a coincidence?
But before I could move, she opened her eyes and looked straight into mine through the door crack. A slow, almost challenging smile spread across her lips.
“Good walk, Mom?” she murmured in a husky voice.
I stood there speechless, heart pounding.