French expansion back home. She was at the hotel and sent me an image of her in a kimono that rested open, split in the center, showing me a lot of side boob and her bare pussy.
She asked for an image in return. So I excused myself from the Frenchman explaining the grapes and plantation. Surrounded by grapes in a remote area, I took a picture of myself gripping my cock while grapevines surrounded me. It was our new game. One I could fully commit to. It got hotter and hotter. Her at our restaurant, me at the corporate building in Hollow Ridge, and more and more and more.
Nothing stopped us, and the thought of being caught was thrilling. She drove me mad. Following that first true initial time after she told me her story, it was hands-on all the time. We’d sneak quick fucks in the industrial fridges, in the pantry that housed all the stuff for cooking, and across my desk as she soaked all the papers with her pleasure.
We burned, and eventually, that wasn’t enough.
It crashed.
It dissolved.
We were ruin.
My dick stands rock hard thinking of her and seeing all these pictures of our sexcapades. The one video I stop on is one of her squirting. Who needed porn when your wife willingly reenacted every dirty fantasy you could ever wish for?
She’s spread wide as my fingers pump into her. Her hips bow off the bed, and her soft mewls of satisfaction ring out, making my cock ache from the memory.
She holds her tits, pinching the little barbell in her left tit while rubbing her right with slow and sure movements. I block the camera’s view as I lean forward and take her cunt with my tongue. Her flavor is unlike anything I’ve ever had.
Even now, I won’t go down on anyone, kiss them, or give them more. It’s too intimate. It’s something reserved for someone I love, not some woman who probably fucks every guy she wants.
The throbbing in my shaft becomes painful as an almost tangible fog settles over my eyes and I watch myself move away from my wife and rub her little clit until she’s screaming my name. She’s lost in her ecstasy, not even able to open her eyes as she comes and leaks all over the bed.
Fuck.
She’s so fucking beautiful.
Even now when she’s not mine. She’s still the most beautiful woman I’ve ever had the horror of loving. No one is her. No one compares. No one ever will. I shut down the app and slurp back my friend Jameson, knowing he’ll help keep my mind off the pain and focus on that video.
"Tell me something, Sous."
"Like what?" She lays on the opposite of our loveseat with her feet nestled on my lap as I rub the tenderness from them. She's been working non-stop since starting at Mi Casa. Her work ethic is unparalleled.
"Tell me something you're afraid to say, even to yourself."
She closes her eyes a moment, running a hand through her tangled hair. Then her gaze locks with mine.
"I'm terrified of losing myself. I'm one to hide from myself and protect my heart. People always leave, Toby. Always."
Something about her words hit me square in the chest, unraveling what little guard I had knitted over my heart, the only protection I had left for this woman who somehow changed everything for me. That little safety net was all I had left not to be open with her.
"What about you, Mr. Secretive?"
"I like you," I admit. "A whole fucking lot."
A smile changes her serious expression to one I'm growing to love. I swallow the feelings clogging my throat and tell her what I've been holding back all along.
"Giving you my heart fucking scares me." A sigh escapes her. She clutches her hands, and I know it's so she won't reach out. She's like me, a rowing boat in the Riviera wanting a destination, but gazing up at the stars, she looks for a guide, just to be greeted with a bleak, lightless sky.
"What if we trade?"
"Trade?" I ask, feeling my pulse pick up. The way she bites her lip is indicative of the gears in her head moving. They're always turning and trying to decipher the exact words and how she wants them to play out. It reminds me so much of myself that it keeps me feeling connected to her.
"Yours for mine. A one-for-one deal. I steal your heart, and you steal mine."