French Kissing
written by:
mcerotic

Maybe it was because they were both ex-patriates living in the south of France. Maybe it was the early summer. Maybe it was the chilled rose wine that flowed copiously. Or the wonderful provencale food. Or that after a dozen years of marriage and three children her sex life was routine and infrequent.

But mostly it was his hand on her ass. The moment he touched her she knew where she wanted to end up. Adultery. An ugly word for something she'd never done. But his hand on her ass felt like the first exciting thing that had happened in years, an invitation to a journey to an unknown destination.

They'd had Frank and his family over for the day. The kids had played in the pool. The adults had drunk wine. She'd made a salad and some pizza and everyone had eaten. The younger kids were falling asleep. Frank had lingered behind when her husband went out to the car to help buckle the children into their seats.

"Goodnight Caroline. Thanks for the meal," he'd said to her and kissed her on both cheeks in the French way. As he leant towards her his hand landed on one of the cheeks of her ass. She was surprised how electrifying it felt. He slowly caressed her cheek. Just the thin material of her pants between his hand and her skin. Her husband came back in the front door and Frank quickly moved his hand away, worried he'd been seen.

She knew she should really have stopped him. Or at the very least ignored it as if it was completely normal to stroke a woman's ass when saying goodbye to her.

Instead, once she realized her husband had seen nothing, she said, "It's alright".

She followed Frank out to his car where the rest of his family was waiting for him and waved goodbye as he drove off.

She lay in bed that night and relived the feel of Frank's hand on her. It can only have been for about five seconds but she knew she would itch until it happened again. She could feel the wetness between her legs, feel her lips swelling with arousal. She hoped Frank had got the message. "It's alright" didn't just mean that her husband hadn't seen his hand on her ass. It meant "It's OK to touch my ass. Call me and do it again." She wondered if the message had been received. As her husband snored beside her, she slipped a finger into the crease of her sex and rubbed a little of her juice onto her clit. Of course she imagined that Frank was caressing her ass. Only this time he slipped his hand under the waistband of her pants. Slowly he slipped his hand lower, around the curve of her body to where her thong encased the swell of her sex. It took less than a minute before she came, breathing heavily in the darkness.

The next morning it was back to routine. Get the children up and dressed, make everybody breakfast. See her husband off to work. Take the children to school. Soon she was back at the house with just her toddler. She looked at the phone, willing it to ring, but it sat there resolutely silent. She tried to remember if he'd called there in the past or whether it had always been his wife. She called 411 (which is actually 118 in France) and found out the number of the company where he worked. If he didn't call by the end of the day tomorrow, she promised herself, she'd think up some excuse to call him.

It was mid-morning the following day when the phone finally rang.

"Hi Caroline," he said. "I just wanted to call to thank you for having us all over at the weekend, and cooking us a wonderful meal."

"You are very welcome," she replied. "I had a great time too." She didn't dare add "especially when you kissed me goodbye."

They talked for a couple of minutes. The weather, the children.

"I was wondering if you'd like to have lunch some time. I know that looking after a house and a family is not always the most exciting job."

"I'd love to."

"Do you want to go to a restaurant or do you want to cook again?"

"I'd rather go to a restaurant. I'm not ready..." Her voice trailed away, she wasn't quite sure what she intended to say.

"I understand," he said. "Slowly is better anyway."

She held the phone silently. Was there anything else he could have meant other than "I understand that you are not ready to go all the way yet, so we'll take things slowly"? She felt a flutter between her legs.

"If you take me to a restaurant then next time I'll cook for you."

"OK, it's a deal. When do you want to have lunch?"

"Your schedule is probably busier than mine. I can do pretty much any day. How about later this week?"

They arranged to have lunch two days later. She was glad that he had picked a restaurant that was not too near her house. Or his, for that matter.

Time seemed to drag but finally the day was here. She took her toddler to the day-care and then came back home to get dressed. She put a pair of smart black trousers out on the bed that she hadn't worn for years. And a silk blouse that wouldn't mix with children. Then she stepped out of her jeans and pulled off her sweat-shirt and headed to the shower. She looked at her naked body, wondering what Frank would think when he finally got to see it. She was short, not much more than five feet, with long blonde hair. Her breasts were not as firm as they used to be, children will do that to you. But she did have big nipples that stuck out hard when she was cold. Or aroused. She had thick pubic hair, a triangle of light brown curls. Soon she was dressed, her drab mother clothes discarded and replaced with her smart outfit.

Frank was already at the restaurant when she arrived. He stood and greeted her, and pulled out her chair. They talked about all sorts of things as they chose their food and ate their lunch. They split a jug of wine between them. There was a lull in the conversation as Frank signed the credit card slip.

"Your bottom felt nice," Frank said suddenly.

She fell silent, surprised at his directness and unable to think of a suitable reply. She decided to be honest.

"It was very exciting," she said.

"How exciting?"

"Exciting enough to get me to have lunch with you."

"I'm looking forward to feeling it again. Only properly this time."

"What do you mean properly?"

"Skin, not cloth."

She sighed at the thought of his hand caressing her naked ass. She felt her nipples harden. Even though she was wearing a bra she knew they must be visible through the silk of her blouse.

"Nice nipples too," he said quietly.

"I suppose you want to feel them too," she replied.

"Properly."

"Anywhere else you are thinking of feeling properly."

"I'm not going to seduce you, you know."

"What do you mean?"

"I'm not going to give you the excuse that I pressurized you into doing anything. You have to be an active participant."

She looked him directly in the eyes. "Just don't try to go too fast," she said.

"Come on, I'll walk you to your car."

She had parked in the big multi-storey car park. They stood beside her car. There didn't seem to be anyone else in the vicinity. He reached behind her and laid his hand on her ass and gently stroked it. She reached down to her side, undid the clip and lowered the zip of her pants.

"Feel it properly then," she said.

He slid his hand inside the waistband of her pants onto the smooth skin. She sighed. How could something so simple be so erotic?

"This feels so naughty," she said. "Like being a teenager again."

He bent down and kissed her on the mouth. After a moment she experimentally moved her tongue forward. His tongue was waiting politely for her. He moved his tongue over hers, sending lightning bolts of excitement from her mouth to her crotch. She wrapped her arms around his toned body.

He continued to stroke her firm ass inside her trousers. He moved his hand over her ass-crack. She felt him pause when he realized that she was wearing no underwear. It had felt so daring when she had summoned up the courage to take her panties off again before she pulled on her black pants. It had felt so sexy when she walked to the restaurant from the car-park, the seam brushing against her naked sex. He moved his hand lower, following the valley between her cheeks.

"Next time I want to see this," he said as his finger reached that point where her lips came together. Somehow he sensed she didn't want him to go further today. He wasn't quite far enough to feel just how wet she was, how aroused he was making her.

She reached down and caressed the bulge on the front of his jeans. She could feel the outline of his cock.

"And next time I want to see this," she said. "Can you come to lunch tomorrow?"

"Of course."

A car came into the car-park. They pulled away from each other as it drove by. She pulled up the zip on her pants again. She unlocked her car and got in, and lowered the window. He leant in and kissed her chastely.

"See you tomorrow."

She backed out as he walked back to the stairs to find his own car. She watched him in her mirror but he never looked back at her.

The next day she was sunbathing beside the pool. Frank would be here soon but she would go inside before he arrived. She was wearing a one-piece swimsuit. She slipped off the straps and rolled her swimsuit down and let the warm sun tan her breasts.

Suddenly Frank's voice said "Nice breasts." He stood there in the doorway, obviously having let himself into the house. She pulled her swimsuit up as he walked up.

"Let's go into the house. The pool is overlooked by a couple of houses."

The two of them walked into coolness of the house and into the kitchen where she had prepared a salad earlier. He stood in front of her, reached out and took the straps of her swimsuit, one in each hand. Her body was burning up at the sexual tension in the air.

In one slow movement he pulled the straps out and down, exposing her breasts. She felt her nipples harden. He squatted in front of her and continued to pull down her swimsuit until it was around her ankles and she was naked. He reached around her and caressed one cheek in each hand before moving forward and kissing her mound through her pubic hair.

He moved a little lower and kissed the very top of the cleft of her sex. She could feel his lips parting her own soft outer lips. She moaned loudly as his tongue pushed deep into the cleft and started to rhythmically tease the root of her clit. His hands were caressing her ass in broad circles as his tongue made tiny circles. She reached down with one hand and parted her outer lips with two fingers, offering him to him. Her other hand stroked the back of his head, encouraging him deeper. Her feet were tangled in her swimsuit so she couldn't move them apart. Instead she bent her knees slightly so that she could spread her thighs a little for him.

Frank moved his hands from her ass and reached up to pinch her nipples as his tongue finally arrived at her clit.

"Yes," she moaned. She was surprised that she was almost coming already. She spread her legs wider and he took the invitation, moving further back so that the tip of his tongue slipped between her inner lips and into the wet entrance to her sex. He started to make long strokes, starting just inside her and moving up and over her clit before descending back into her.

"I'm going to come," she groaned unnecessarily. She spread her lips wider with her fingers. He moved the tip of his tongue to her clit and circled it. He moved a hand between her legs and, just as her orgasm flooded her body, pushed a finger into her cunt, fucking her like a tiny cock, making her orgasm go on and on.

He stood up and kissed her. She could taste herself on his lips, smell herself on his beard. She finally kicked her swimsuit away. She unbuttoned his shirt and he slipped it off. She undid his belt and soon his trousers had fallen to the floor. She knelt in front of him. She took off his shoes and socks. She could see his erection outlined in his underwear. She leant forward and kissed the bulge, exploring its outline with her tongue. She peeled the waistband of his briefs down and released his hard cock. It was many years since she had seen the cock of anyone other than her husband. He was circumcised. His cock was big, thick rather than long. She reached over to the kitchen table and grabbed the olive oil bottle.

"I think it needs a little dressing," she said.

He laughed. "I hope that is good olive oil."

"From the local olive mill, of course. Nothing but the best for a cock like this."

She poured a little oil into her hand and then stroked it onto his cock. It glistened in the bright sunlight. She poured a little more oil into her hand and then caressed his balls with her slick oily palm.

"I'm not very good at this," she said. "I haven't done it since long before we were married. He doesn't like it."

"It's OK if you want to do something else."

"Are you joking? I want nothing more than this."

She kissed his cock. She ran her tongue along its length. She poked the slit in the end with her tongue-tip. Moved lower and ran her tongue over his balls. Finally she took his cockhead into her mouth. She felt his cock jerk as her tongue touched the sensitive spot, what she thought of as a man's clit. She started to stroke her fist up and down, sliding his shaft through her oiled fingers. Her tongue meanwhile started to explore his cockhead, following the rim of his pink mushroom in a broad circle. Her other hand caressed the tightening sack of his balls.

She moved his cock deeper into his mouth. At the same time she slid the hand caressing his balls further between his legs, just touching his asshole with an oily fingertip. She stroked his asshole in a small circle as she started to fuck his cock with her mouth, going gradually deeper and deeper as if experimenting about how much she could take. She could taste the fruity flavor of the olive oil as her tongue licked it off.

"I'm going to come," he warned her quietly.

"Come in my mouth."

She stroked he shaft faster and pushed her fingertip into his ass as his orgasm burst. She opened her mouth wide so that he could watch as the white spurts of his orgasm pumped onto her tongue. Once his orgasm died away she licked his softening cock clean.

Soon the two of them were sitting at the kitchen table eating lunch. They were both still naked. She knew she was almost ready to fuck him, that next time she would be ready to let him have free rein to her body, to take her however he wanted. Somehow he seemed to know, too, that it would not be today. After they had eaten lunch he pulled his clothes on a soon left.

She called him at work the next morning.

"Can people overhear you?" she asked.

He paused. "I'm afraid so," he said carefully.

"That's fun. So I can say anything I want and you can't say anything back."

"I guess so."

"I'm naked on my bed with my legs spread masturbating. I bet you'd like to watch."

"I certainly would."

"Do you know what I'm fantasizing about?"

"I've got a pretty good idea."

"Yes, you probably do. I am fantasizing about sucking your cock again. But I'm not going to make you come this time."

"Why not?"

"Because I want your lovely cock to still be rock-hard to fuck me."

"Is that what you want?"

"Absolutely. I'm ready now. Next time I want you to fuck me."

"That sounds like we have a deal."

"I'm slipping a finger into myself imagining it is your cock. It feels so good. You are fucking me from behind so that you can caress my ass. I know you like that. Am I arousing you?"

"Yes. Hard rather than floppy."

"Cute. I want to feel your hard drive."

"What about your...mouse?"

"I want your fingers on it. Click my button. Double-click it."

"I don't have a mouse. I have one of those computers with a little red rubber thing in the middle of the keyboard to control the cursor. It's even more like it."

"I've never thought of it that way, the clitoris in the keyboard. I'll never be able to keep a straight face when I see a businessman working again. But I don't have a computer right now, my finger's on my real clit."

"I think I might have guessed that."

"I'm going to come in a moment. Do you want to listen?"

"Yes, I think that is an excellent suggestion."

"I'm fucking you on top now. You are lying on your back and I'm rocking my hips. Your lovely big cock is up inside me. I'm grinding my clit against your body. You are pinching my nipples. Oh, yes. Oh that's so good. I'm coming. Oh, it's going on and on."

"That sounds very acceptable."

"Acceptable...fucking great, you mean. Although I know you can't say that."

"What about the third menu option?"

She paused, unsure what he meant for a moment. "You mean my ass?"

"Yes."

"Have you ever done it?"

"No, have you?"

"No."

"Do you want to try it? Do you want to sodomize me? Doesn't that sound dirty and exciting."

"It'll be tight."

"Mmm. I hope so. You'll have to be gentle and get me really relaxed with, ooh, three or four orgasms first."

"And some...olive oil?"

"Extra virgin of course, since I'm a back-door virgin."

"Hey, I'm going to have to go to a meeting."

"Good timing. I have to go and pick up the kids from school. Are you coming to lunch again tomorrow?"

"I'd love to come tomorrow."

"You will. In my cunt."

"Talking of which...."

"Of what. My cunt?"

"Yes. There's something I'd like you to remove."

She thought for a moment. "You want me to shave?"

"Yes. I think it is, well, nicer."

"OK. I've not done it for ages but when we lived in Saudi Arabia I used to keep it that way since all the Arab women did too."

"Bye for now."

"Bye."

The next morning dragged on and on. She was on edge with excitement. She knew she'd feel guilty afterwards but for now she had butterflies in her stomach, or rather in her cunt. She desperately wanted to touch herself but she made herself wait, refused herself any relief. Finally she heard Frank's car drive up.

"Shall we go to your bedroom?" he asked her.

"No, not the marital bed, as it were. That would be too off-putting. Let's use one of the kid's beds."

She took him by the hand and led him into her eldest son's room. Once there he reached out for her and they kissed. She pulled her T-shirt over her head. She wasn't wearing a bra, she'd taken that off earlier. Frank bent down and took one of her nipples into his mouth. At the same time he undid the button on her jeans. She pushed them down over her hips and stood in just her thong.

"Do you want to see it?" she teased.

"Of course. Did you shave?"

"You'll have to wait and see."

Slowly she pushed the waistband of her thong over her hips and let it fall to the floor. She looked quite different without any pubic hair.

"It looks beautiful," Frank said looking down at her. She could see her bald mound and the deep slit of her sex no longer obscured by hair. He reached around her and stroked the cheeks of her ass as he kissed her passionately again. He slipped a finger into the crack of her ass and slid down until he was touching her puckered hole.

"So you want me in here sometime?" he teased her, gently circling his finger tip on the tight ring.

"Yes, but not now. I want you in my cunt."

She lay down on the bed and spread her legs, hiding nothing from him. He drank in the view, the pink petals of her sex spread with arousal. He slipped out of his clothes and lay down alongside her. He was already semi-erect just from admiring her body. He reached down and gently slipped a finger in between her newly shaved lips. She pushed her hips up against his finger and moaned. He could feel how wet she was already.

She pushed him onto his back and straddled him. She cradled his cock in her slit and moved her hips back and forth, stroking him with her lips and running his cock over her clit. She felt him harden underneath her. She reached behind, angled his cock and guided him into her as she lowered her body until she was pressed against him.

"That looks so sexy, my cock vanishing into your hairless cunt," Frank said.

"I guess that means that murder is the only one of the ten commandments I've not broken. Somehow that fact that we are not meant to be doing this makes it even hotter."

She started to move her hips, alternately impaling herself on his cock before lifting off him until his knob was just in her entrance. She couldn't remember being so wet. Even though she rarely came during intercourse itself, she knew she would this time. She started to rhythmically fuck him. After a time he rolled the two of them over so that he was on top. She pulled up her knees, taking him into her as deeply as she could. He lay on her almost crushing her, while continuing to slide his cock back and forth, continuing to drive her arousal higher.

"I want you to fuck me from behind. I love to feel your hands on my ass."

He rolled off her. She moved up the bed and laid her head on her son's pillows, her ass in the air and her legs spread, offering her pink cunt to him. He moved behind her. She felt his hands on each cheek, stroking her. His cock slightly penetrated her, teasingly pausing in her entrance. Slowly he pushed forward into her. It felt like his cock would go on for ever as he got deeper and deeper. Then he started to fuck her vigorously, thrusting his cock hard into her until his belly was pressed against her ass. All the time his hands continued to grip her cheeks. She came, crying out in ecstasy. He didn't let up and continued to fuck her hard while her orgasm pulsed through her groin.

She lifted herself up so she was on all-fours. She started to push back harder against him now. As his orgasm got close he stopped thrusting and let her take him up and over the top. She was thrusting her whole body back and forth onto his cock.

"Come in me," she said sensing he was almost there. She tightened her cunt onto him, squeezing him like a milking machine. It was more than he could take. He reached the point of no-return and felt his body orgasm start. She stopped thrusting so she could feel him come inside her. He caressed her ass-cheeks as his body emptied itself deep into her cunt.

She collapsed and lay flat on the bed. He lay on her back, going soft in her. Finally he rolled off and they lay in each others arms, half-asleep, for a time.

"I hate to do this, but I have to go and get the kids from school, so I have to throw you out. And it is only a week until their summer holidays start. I don't know whether or how we will be able to meet after that. Certainly not at lunchtimes. I'm not sure I can wait until September."

They saw each other a couple more lunchtimes before the children were around too much to be safe. The summer drifted on until the day of the big surprise.

"Hi, it's me," Caroline's voice said on the phone.

"Yes," he said cautiously, sitting at work.

"I've got some bad news. We'll it's not really bad at all but it is for us. We are moving back to Britain. And in order to get kids into school we'll have to go mid-August in just a few weeks time."

"At least you'll be able to live in your own house for a time."

"Yes, but I have to see you before we go. We can't just end with the last time. It was my period, for a start, we didn't even fuck."

It was a couple of days later when she called again.

"You are going on a business trip on August 23rd," she said.

"I am, am I? To anywhere in particular."

"Yes, to my house. The rest of the family is going to drive to Britain leaving on 23rd. I have to stay and do the final cleanup, hand back the keys and do some paperwork. Then I'll fly to Britain on 24th. I'll actually get there before them. We finally get to spend a night together."

When he arrived at the house that day it looked very different. All their own furniture had already departed for Britain leaving just the small amount that the house came furnished with. Caroline had opened a bottle of wine. They sat and drank and watched the sun get lower in the sky.

"I'm taking you out for dinner," Frank said. "And then I'm going to take you to bed and fuck you all night."

They went to an expensive restaurant nearby. They both knew it would probably be their last time together, almost certainly the only time they would spend an evening and a night together. When they came back she took him by the hand and took him into the master bedroom, the bed she had never let him use before.

"Fuck me in my own bed tonight. For a start it would be too uncomfortable to actually try and sleep in one of the kid's beds."

"Do you know what that is?" she said, pointing to a small bottle.

"Massage oil?"

"No, lube. Remember we once talked about trying anal sex. Well, tonight is our one opportunity."

They undressed and got into bed. The bedding was on its last legs, to be thrown out the next day rather than shipped back to Britain. It felt good to be together, naked, in a double bed. They cuddled, lying on their sides. She moved her thigh up under him, resting it in the soft part between ribs and hip and then moved her other leg up over the top of him. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her against him, feeling her hard nipples against his chest. He was cradled between her legs with his cock, already hard at the anticipation of what was to come, resting against her shaved lips. They kissed, deeply. It felt like they were making love, rather than fucking, for the first time. Each time they moved against each other his cock, already slippery with her juices, sliding over her clit sending tremors through her. Finally he moved slightly so that his cockhead was between her lips. She moved closer to him taking him into her.

They lay there on their sides and slowly and lovingly fucked, nothing like the rougher sex they usually had. It was bittersweet as well as loving, of course, since they knew it was the last time. They took their time, moving their bodies just enough to keep themselves at a fever pitch of arousal but not wanting the feeling to end.

"I'm nearly coming," he said, "even though I'm hardly moving in you."

"I'm nearly there too. Wait for me and come with me."

He moved his hands down her back and cupped her ass where her body was bent around his. She loved the way he stroked her ass. Maybe because of that first hand on her ass a few months ago, the caress that led to here. He felt her body tighten as her climax neared. He could angle his cock in her slightly differently depending on whether he wanted to really stimulate himself or to hold off, but the feeling was just the same to her. As he felt her body climb that last hill to its joyful peak he adjusted his cock so he brought himself there with her. She started to come. He could feel it in her cunt. And then he was coming too, just moving his cock slowly back and forth in her welcoming body. They lay there in each others arms until his now soft cock fell from her and then they lay there some more, just kissing and stroking each other as if this was their last night on earth.

They fell asleep. When he looked at the clock it was after midnight. He moved and extracted his dead-feeling arm from under her body. He tried unsuccessfully not to wake her. She rolled over onto her front. He moved his hand down her back and started to stroke her cheeks as he had done so many times before. But gradually he moved his fingers so they were running up and down the crack of her ass. He felt her tense when he first grazed her asshole. He'd never touched her there before. He continued to slide his hand back and forth over her ass, touching her harder now, lingering for a moment when his finger tip was right in the center of her tight bud. He moved down the bed and straddled her legs. He leant forward, parted her cheeks and gently touched the brown pucker with his tongue.

"Who knew that could feel so good?" she groaned.

He licked her harder, opening her slightly, pushing his tongue into her as she relaxed the tight ring. He reached over and grabbed the small bottle of lube from the bedside table and squirted a dribble between her cheeks. He rubbed it around her asshole and slowly pushed it into her with a finger, gradually working his index finger into her. He lined up the index finger from his other hand. She groaned again as he gradually worked a second finger into her. He fucked her with two fingers until she was completely relaxed.

"Are you ready?" he whispered.

"Yes, be gentle though, it's my first time."

He laughed. "I bet you say that to all the guys."

He moved off her legs. He picked up the bottle of lube and poured some onto his rock-hard cock. She moved her legs up underneath herself so that her ass was stuck in the air. He moved behind her. He reinserted two fingers into her and briefly fucked her, making sure she was still completely relaxed. She reached back and pulled her own cheeks apart, offering that most sensitive and vulnerable spot to his hard threatening cock. He positioned the point of his cock in the dimple and slowly pushed into her.

"Oh yes, fuck my ass," she panted as her asshole was distended by a cock for the first time. "This feels so dirty and taboo, like it's illegal."

She was surprised at how easy it was for him to enter her. She was worried she would tense up when he first tried to enter her, but in fact she was relaxed and well-lubricated and his cock slipped into her without her body resisting much. It felt totally different to a cock entering her cunt, she thought. She reached underneath herself and started to gently play with her lips, tugging them so that they in turn tugged on her clit. He started to fuck her ass as she masturbated.

"Can I try going on top?" she asked after a time.

He pulled out of her ass and lay on his back and held his cock pointing vertically. She positioned herself over him and lowered herself until she felt his cock engage her asshole, then she slowly lowered herself onto him. Her body no longer put up any resistance and he slipped in easily. She reached down and started to masturbate her clit, this time as much putting on a show for him as stimulating herself. He reached forward and pushed a finger into her empty cunt as her ass rose and fell on his cock. With his other hand he reached up and cradled a breast and rolled a nipple between finger and thumb. She felt totally sexual, a cock up her ass, a cock moreover not belonging to her husband, a finger in her cunt, a finger on her clit, fingers on her breasts and nipples. She touched her clit harder and faster for a few seconds and a small orgasm flooded over her.

She started to fuck him harder now, bringing him to a finish. She could feel the tension change in his body as he got close. She was familiar enough with him now she knew when he was just about to come. She put in a few fast thrusts of her ass on his cock until his orgasm began, and then she slowly fucked him as it continued, as his body emptied his seed into her ass.

They lay beside each other.

"I'm going to reserve that hole for you," she said. "No matter what happens in life, if you want to fuck me up the ass you can. And I'm never going to let anyone else in there."

What went unsaid, of course, was that they may never even see each other again, let alone in a situation which would make it possible for them to have sex. Tomorrow she would do her chores, and get a taxi to the airport, and fly out of his life. Back to her children and her chores and her husband who loved her but rarely fucked her any more.

She knew they'd fuck again in the morning. A frenzied exciting goodbye fuck as if they may never have such good sex again, and worrying that it might be true. They'd made love tonight, but tomorrow they would be back to fucking.

And if they ever did see each other, she knew she would melt the moment he put his hand on her ass.