フレンチ・ウェイジャー

The hot evening at our friends' dacha had long dissolved into a thick haze of wine and laughter. My husband and I, after two weeks of cold war, had finally ended up in the same room. I caught his look—that hungry one, the one that always appeared when he wanted me until he trembled.

"You lost the bet, remember?" I whispered, pressing my thigh against his under the table. My fingers slid over his knee, slowly creeping higher. "Now you'll do whatever I say."

アレクセイは固唾を飲み、息遣いが荒くなっていった。部屋には他に誰も残っていなかった——主催者たちはとっくに寝室へ引き上げていた。古い木製のテーブルと、パチパチと音を立てる暖炉、そして一つのランプの柔らかな灯りだけがあった。

「レナ……本気？ここで？」彼の声は裏返っていたが、手はすでに私の腰に置かれ、薄い夏のワンピースの生地を掴んでいた。

"Absolutely. You lost, so tonight I'm your mistress. And what I want... is French. Deep. Down your throat. Until I feel you shake."

I stood up, pulling him toward the wide couch by the window. Pine trees rustled beyond the glass, but inside, everything was boiling. My palms pressed against his chest, pushing him down. He sat, looking up at me with that mixed expression—shame, arousal, the urge to surrender.

"Take off your pants," I ordered quietly but firmly. "And don't you dare look away."

Alexei fumbled with his belt, his fingers trembling. His cock was already hard, thick and hot, the head swollen and glistening. I dropped to my knees between his legs, feeling the wetness gathering between my thighs. The scent of his skin—a faint trace of pine soap mixed with raw arousal—was driving me insane.

"Lena... we just had a fight..." he started, but I cut him off, wrapping my fingers around the base of his cock.

"Exactly. I want to punish you... deliciously. Open your mouth."

He parted his lips obediently. I leaned in and first dragged my tongue along his entire length, from his balls to the tip, collecting the first clear bead of precum. Salty, familiar. Then I slowly took his cock into my mouth, deeper than usual. My throat tightened slightly, but I pushed on, relaxing the muscles.

"Oh, fuck..." escaped him as I took nearly his whole cock. My lips sealed tight around the shaft, my tongue pressing along the underside. I began moving my head up and down, slow, savoring every inch.

アレクセイは私の髪に指を埋めたが、押しはしなかった——ただ震えながらしがみついているだけだった。唾液が彼の玉を伝い、ソファに滴り落ちた。私は目をそらさずに彼の目を見つめながら、ペースを上げた。彼を根元まで咥え込むと、喉が亀頭の周りで脈打った。短く湿った音が部屋に満ちた——ぐちゅぐちゅという水音、かすかな喘ぎ、彼の乱れた呼吸。

「今夜は本当に……底なしだな」と彼はしわがれた声で言った。「喧嘩の後だから、お前、そんな気分にならないと思ってたのに……」

I pulled his cock out of my mouth, licked my lips, and smiled.

"That's exactly why I want it more. Now shut up and let me fuck myself with your cock."

私は彼を再びくわえ込んだ、今度はより激しく。片手は根元を握り、もう片方の手は彼の睾丸を優しく引っ張りながら弄った。彼の腰が痙攣し、ペニスが私の舌の上で脈打つのを感じた。唾液が私の顎を伝い、はだけたドレスからこぼれ出た胸に滴り落ちた。私の乳首は岩のように硬く、痛いほどだった。

数分もしないうちに、彼はほとんど唸り声を上げていた。

「レナ… もうイきそうだ… やめないと…」

But I didn't stop. Instead, I grabbed his hips and pulled him into me, forcing his cock all the way down my throat. My eyes watered slightly, but the pleasure was sharp, forbidden. I wanted to feel him come right there.

"Cum..." I breathed, pulling off for a second. "Right into me. I want to swallow every drop."

Alexei arched his back, his fingers clenching harder in my hair. The first powerful thrust—and hot semen shot straight into my throat. I swallowed without stopping, feeling it flow, thick and salty. He moaned, his whole body shaking, while I kept sucking, wringing out every last drop.

When he went limp, I rose, licking my lips. Everything between my legs was burning. I straddled him face to face, hiked up my dress, and dragged his still-hard cock along my slick slit.

"Now it's my turn," I whispered against his lips. "You're going to eat me. French style. Until I scream."

彼はまだ目がとろんとしたまま頷いた。私は仰向けになり、脚を広げた。アレクセイは下へ滑り降り、熱い吐息が私の内腿を焦がした。最初はただ秘唇にキスをし、それから舌が秘唇を割り開き、クリトリスを見つけて、ゆっくりと円を描き始めた。

"Just like that... deeper," I breathed, arching up. His tongue pushed inside me, then returned to my clit, faster. Two fingers slid into my soaked pussy, moving in rhythm. The sounds were filthy—sucking, my moans, the creak of the old couch.

"You're so wet..." he murmured between licks. "Dripping all over my tongue."

I grabbed his hair, pressing him harder against me. The orgasm was building fast, hot. My thighs trembled, and I bit my lip to keep from screaming through the whole house.

「やめないで…舐めて…そう…その調子よ！」

突然、波が私を襲った。弓のように体を反らせ、彼の顎に液体が飛び散るのを感じた。彼は舐め続け、絶頂を引き延ばし、私が必死に彼の頭を押しのけるまで続けた。

We lay there afterward, breathing hard, our bodies tangled in the dim light. His hand traced lazy circles on my back.

"Truce?" he asked quietly, a smile in his voice.

"Truce," I answered, kissing his neck. "But next time you lose, I'll want to go even deeper."

Outside, the wind stirred the pines, and inside, the heat returned to our gazes. The fight was forgotten. All that remained was this—forbidden, French, ours.