Mulhouse motel parking. September dusk, 6 PM. Me and Yannick, my young tech whiz, wrapping a brutal day updating robot software at the factory. Exhausted, hungry. A British couple hails us from their packed Vauxhall. Him: balding sixty-something in green pants, tartan vest, yellow shirt. Her: forties, tall redhead, huge square glasses, floral dress buttoned to the neck, canary sandals. Postcard perfect, out of time.
He mangles French, begs for Alsatian eats. I switch to flawless English—perks of my exec role. Invite them to our ferme auberge rez. They agree. Help unload. Monospace wedged tight. He pops the rear, staggers bags to room. We grab wine crates. Betty climbs in, unbuttons lower dress. Squats low. Fabric gaps. Thigh flash. Nude stocking tops. Garters. Then—vintage girdle, crotch snaps peeking. She catches my stare, thighs clamp. Blush. Steps down, promises quick change.
The Shift
Now linen pantsuit her, him still loud. Drive short. He’s dentist, she’s ex-nurse, three kids. Wine route buzzed all afternoon. Table for six on benches. Betty beside me. Shares blueberry crémant. I match, Yannick drives dry. Tarte flambée, Tokay Pinot Gris flows. John yaps Paris tales. Lingerie buys near St-Lazare. Blushes her. Then—seminar fuck confession. Details pour. Ignores her stiffening. Her knuckles white on table. Fresh betrayal, public.
I grip her hand under. Squeeze tender. Eyes bloodshot, body coiled rage. John piles on: slut patients, even her friend, skirts up, panties down, hand in fly. He stumbles to piss, Yannick escorts. Betty whispers murder, divorce. I palm her thigh. Stroke soft. ‘Vengeance.’ She freezes. Eyes spark. ‘Splendid!’ as he returns.
Tarte mirabelle. My fingers claim her crotch through fabric. She eats calm while he brags. I worm under waistband, cotton panty. Bush thick, silky. Index finds wet folds. Dips in heat. She pauses bite, spreads legs. Floods my probe. Farmer checks—yank out. She squeezes thanks. Orders schnapps. ‘Fantastic night!’ John oblivious.
Stagger him to van backseat. Snores instant. Moonlit lot. Betty centers front bench. Maternal kiss Yannick. ‘He neglects me two years. Now I know.’ Devours my mouth. I suck tongue, grope tits. Unbutton tunic, dive bra. Heavy udders spill, huge areolas, thumb-thick nipples harden under sucks.
Yannick’s hand in her panty. John snores. She spins, curses him. Pants to ankles. ‘Aperitif before orgy!’ Laughs wild. Thighs splay, hairy gash wide, tits free. Yannick kneads jugs. I tongue her sopping cunt. Moans rise. Halts us. ‘Motel. I’ll care for you both.’ ATM condoms. Dump John. Slip her my room key. ‘Try that Paris lingerie.’ Wink.
The Feat
Twenty minutes. Us in undies on bed. Her: heels, heavy makeup, red lips screaming sin. Dims lights. Strips back-to. Black seamed stockings, red garter. Fluoro pink thong, crotchless lace. Crotchless rear too. Fingers her bush slow, licks lips, eyes dare. Balconette bra strains. Frees udders, offers teats. We suck deep. Backs off, shakes tits hypnotic.
I devour her fat slit. Finger probes asshole—she feigns stop, fails. Yannick mauls tits. She drips, yelps. Sits edge, legs wide, grabs cocks. Jerks shy. I feed her mine. ‘Vengeance.’ Mouth yields. Gulp deep. Saliva trails pre-cum. Glasses off. Throat-fucks her dutiful.
Doggy. Rim soppy pussy, two fingers ass—welcomed now. Tits swing, stroke Yannick’s dick. Her cries build. Relay fucks—condoms on. Doggy, side, missionary, legs pinned. One cock in, other hand or mouth. Sweat slicks her belly. Orgasms scream—neighbors know.
Yannick blows in her gash, wipes on tits. Kisses out. Betty resucks me fierce. Prayer pose, ass high. Guides to anus. ‘Vengeance.’ Glides in smooth, full hilt. She bucks hips. I pound, grip flanks. Cum blasts. She bites sheet, second peak.
Cleans me post-condom. Wipes cum from lips, tits, gaping holes with thong. ‘Hubby’s wake-up gift.’ Tunic only. Escort her. Midway lawn, squats, hikes tunic. Pisses mighty arc under spot—cow stream from bush. ‘Sorry!’ Wet smooch. Shows stolen condoms. ‘Wedding trip revenge.’ Laughs.
Dawn breaks. Back to suits, code, robots. Secret burns inside. Stronger. Unbreakable.