The argument started the moment the bedroom door closed behind them.
Alain loosened his tie with a frustrated tug, pacing the elegant suite. "You were far too lenient tonight, Marianne. That Mike fellow is shady. The way he looks at everyone, the way he talks — I don't like it. Not one bit. We shouldn't have agreed to this trip."
Marianne didn't answer immediately. She slipped into the marble bathroom first, the sound of running water filling the space as she drew a bath. When she emerged twenty minutes later, she had changed into her nightwear — a soft ivory silk slip that skimmed her mature curves without being overt.
The thin straps rested delicately on her shoulders, the neckline dipping just low enough to hint at the generous swell of her breasts, while the hem brushed mid-thigh, revealing smooth, toned legs that still turned heads. The silk clung gently to her body, catching the low lamplight and shifting with every breath, accentuating the elegant line of her waist and the soft fullness of her hips. She looked refined, sensual, and quietly commanding — the kind of beauty that age had only deepened.
She sat at the vanity, brushing her silver-blonde hair. "You worry too much, Alain. He's Fin's friend. And Clara needs this trip. Something is wrong between them — I can feel it."
Alain grumbled, stepping into the bathroom to shower. When he returned in simple cotton pajamas, he was already yawning. "Still… I don't trust him. The way he looked at you tonight…"
Marianne smiled faintly but said nothing more.
As Alain climbed into bed, she reached into her purse for her sleeping pills. Her fingers brushed something unfamiliar — a sleek black phone that definitely wasn't hers. Surprised, she pulled it out. The screen lit up with no passcode required. The wallpaper was a shirtless photo of Mike — broad shoulders, sculpted chest, and sharply defined abs glistening under sunlight, the V-lines disappearing into low-slung jeans. The image was raw, confident, and undeniably magnetic.
Marianne's breath caught. She stared for a long moment, heat flickering low in her belly. How did this get in my purse? She thought it might be a mistake, perhaps dropped during the flight. She turned to Alain, ready to ask him to return it in the morning, but he was already asleep — breathing deep and even, turned away from her.
Disappointment settled over her like a cold weight. After the charged game on the plane and the wine that had left her skin warm and her thoughts loose, she had hoped for… something. A conversation. A touch. A reminder that after all these years, they could still connect. Instead, her husband had drifted off in minutes, as always.
She set the purse on the nightstand, slipped on a light robe over her silk slip, and left the room quietly with the mobile in her hand.
Her bare feet moved silently along the marble corridor toward the guest villa where Mike and Lila were staying. The mansion was hushed, only the distant crash of waves and the soft rustle of palm trees breaking the silence.
Mike's hands moved to her breasts — large, soft, and heavy in the water. He squeezed them possessively, thumbs circling her stiff nipples until she gasped. The water lapped gently against their bodies as he rolled the sensitive peaks between his fingers, pinching lightly, making her arch into his touch.
"Do you like it?" he asked, voice rough, mouth brushing her ear. "Kissing in public… knowing they were all watching?"
Lila moaned louder, head falling back, water splashing softly around her. "I like it… when that bitch Clara was there… watching you kiss me."
Mike laughed — dark, satisfied — and pulled her even closer. His thick, hard cock pressed against her stomach under the water. He rubbed the swollen head slowly along her slick folds, teasing her entrance with shallow strokes — smack… smack… — the wet sound mixing with the gentle lapping of the pool water.
Lila whimpered, hips rolling forward instinctively, chasing the friction. "Mike… please… put it in"
He gripped her hips tighter and pushed inside her — slow, inch by inch — stretching her open until he was buried deep. The water rippled violently around them as he started to thrust — deep, deliberate strokes that made her full breasts bounce with every movement.
Smack… smack… smack…
"Ahh… ahh…" Lila's moans grew louder, broken, echoing softly off the marble terrace. Her walls fluttered and clenched around his thick cock, wetness mixing with the pool water.
Then he suddenly clutched her neck — not too tight, just possessive — and pushed her down into the water until she was on her knees in the shallow end, face level with his cock.
Marianne reached the guest villa's private entrance. She knocked softly on the bedroom door. No response. She waited, then knocked again. Still nothing.
A low, masculine moan drifted from the direction of the pool terrace.
Her body rooted to the spot. She was no child — she knew exactly what that sound meant. They were in the middle of an intimate act.
After a long inner battle — curiosity, shame, and a strange, forbidden thrill warring inside her — she moved. She slipped quietly along the side of the villa and hid behind a marble pillar, heart pounding.
From her hidden position, she first saw Mike's wide, muscular back. He was standing in the shallow end of the pool, water glistening on his broad shoulders and the defined muscles of his back. His head was tilted back slightly, clearly enjoying whatever was happening.
At first, she didn't understand.
Then Lila slowly rose from the water in front of him — completely naked, long black hair dripping, full breasts heaving with every breath, water streaming down her curves. She dropped to her knees in the shallow water, eyes locked on Mike as she took his thick cock into her mouth.
Lila didn't hesitate. She took him into her mouth — pop — lips stretching wide around his thick shaft, tongue swirling greedily. Water splashed around her as she bobbed her head, sucking him deep, cheeks hollowing, spit and pool water mixing on her chin.
Slurp… slurp… gluck…
Mike groaned deeply, head falling back, fingers threading into her wet black hair. "Fuck… just like that…"
Lila hummed around him, the vibrations traveling straight to his balls. She took him deeper — gagging softly, eyes watering — while her hand stroked what her mouth couldn't reach.
Mike's hips jerked forward, fucking her mouth with slow, controlled thrusts. "Good girl… take it all…"
The wet, obscene sounds of her sucking filled the night air — slurp… pop… gluck… — as Mike's breathing grew heavier, muscles tensing, pleasure building fast.
He was lost in it — completely ecstatic.
From her hidden position behind the marble pillar, Marianne watched everything — heart pounding,