The Fool's progression (8)

As was his Sunday habit, Marc left for the gym around 10 AM, planning to stay out until early afternoon. Instead, he drove straight to Sabine’s house. The moment he rang the bell, she pulled him inside, throwing herself into his arms with heavy passion.

"I’ve missed you so much, darling," she whispered, breathless against his lips.

"Is your husband gone?"

"Yes, out for the day with his friends, as usual..."

"Good. I needed to see you."

"Me too! Tell me, how was yesterday? I want every single detail!"

"It went perfectly. Philippe arrived right on time, then his friends joined in... She simply drifted into the moment, completely oblivious. Your plan was a masterstroke, especially right after my trip."

"And the first scene?"

"Fortunately, the marks from before were still visible. Otherwise, I would have had to improvise."

"Not necessarily. I was prepared to leave new ones myself if we hadn't spent that evening together."

"And that famous evening? Did you enjoy it?"

"It was incredible. Now, stop talking..."

Marc pulled her close, discarding patience.

"You really are Kelly’s twin; the pair of you are equally consumed by this... Come here."

"In our world, everyone plays these secret games while pretending otherwise," Sabine murmured, her voice tight with excitement. "It’s pure hypocrisy, but the thrill is addictive."

"I admit it’s genius. But you girls are the ones pulling all the strings."

"Yes, but remember, Kelly is my best friend. She can never find out about us. If she does, I’m cutting you off forever. She needed to cross a line, to unlock something essential in your marriage, and I’m proud I orchestrated it."

"For now, it stays in the dark. Come on, move..."

"Hmm... So intense... We need to arrange that night at the club soon. I want to bring my husband into the fold."

"I don’t know which of you is the most dangerous... But when it comes to raw desire, you take the prize."

"Naturally. That’s exactly why you’re losing control right now, isn’t it?"

"True. I’ll leave you with that thought, but I have to run..."

I woke up late, my body aching slightly from the wild turns of the previous night. I had just experienced the most beautifully sensual hours of my life. Marc was already gone, leaving me alone with my tangled, heavy thoughts. Over breakfast, I replayed the scenes I never thought I’d live through. It felt like a total liberation. My reverie was cut short by the ringing of the gate bell.

I had noticed some issues with the estate's surveillance network. Given the size of the property, I wanted it fixed and had called a technician, completely forgetting he was scheduled for today. Moments later, a tall, striking guy of about twenty-five walked in. I had only thrown on a sheer thong and an oversized t-shirt, and I didn't fail to notice the appreciation in his eyes. I finished my coffee while he started working, then went back to the bedroom to get ready for a shower. His voice called out from the hallway; he needed to access the main interface, which happened to be inside my bedroom.

"I’m incredibly sorry to intrude on your privacy," he said, a slow smile spreading across his face.

"Don’t worry about it at all. Can I get you a coffee?"

"I’d love one, thank you."

"What’s your name?"

"David."

"I'm Kelly."

I returned with a tray, the fabric of my t-shirt shifting as I set down the cups.

"Here you go."

"Thanks, you’re an angel. Tell me... do you actually know how this system works?"

"To be honest, I just know which buttons to press to watch the feeds. The technical side is far too complex for me," I laughed.

"Well, there’s a glitch in the continuous recording overwrite," he explained, leaning closer.

"Meaning?"

"The system runs 24/7, triggering whenever a camera catches movement. Normally, the central hard drive holds the footage for twenty-four hours before wiping it. But here, things are too quiet."

"And that causes a problem?"

"The stored files are tiny. Because the memory never fills up, the system hasn't cleared anything. It’s been hoarding footage for months."

"So you’re saying every single movement in this house over the last few months is still recorded?"

"Exactly. Let me show you."

With a few swift commands, the monitor flickered into playback mode, scrolling through a chronological timeline of our private life.

"This is insane... Months of footage just sitting here?"

"Yeah. It’s a total system failure."

"Oh! Wait. Stop right there. Go back a bit. Can you zoom in on that?"

"Sure. I can even turn up the audio feed if you want."

My heart skipped. Four months ago, the front gate camera had captured Sabine arriving, greeted by Marc in a way that left no doubt. I had absolutely no memory of that day.

"No, let the tape run."

"Ah, the feed is jumping, switching to the indoor camera."

"What on earth is this? I don’t believe my eyes..." I muttered, stepping closer to the screen, my hand resting heavily on his shoulder.

"Hum... feels like I picked the absolute wrong day to service this house," he murmured, his eyes locking onto mine.

"No, quite the opposite. You showed up at the perfect moment. I'm using 'tu' with you, hope you don't mind?"

"Not at all. Let's keep it informal, it's much better."

On the screen, I watched Sabine stripping down, preparing to offer herself to Marc right on the living room sofa. A dark, electric tension surged through my veins.

"Turn up the volume. Zoom in," I commanded, my voice dropping.

"Yes, ma'am."

She was lost in pleasure, riding high, laughing breathlessly. After a few minutes, they moved out of the frame, heading toward the bedroom—the only blind spot in the house.

"What a twist... and she’s my best friend."

"Ouch. And I guess the guy is..."

"Yes, my husband. Keep it playing. I’ll deal with them later."

"Looks like they didn't make it to the bedroom right away. Look, they stopped on the stairs..."

Sabine and Marc were tangled on the steps, climbing with feverish haste. I was transfixed.

"This is unreal. I’m dreaming."

"If you want my opinion, your friend is stunning. But so are you," David added, his tone dripping with intent.

"Do you want another coffee?"

"I think I’m going to need one after watching this."

I went downstairs to brew a fresh pot, bringing the tray back up while he kept scanning the archive.

"Find anything else interesting?"

"Nothing quite like yesterday," he said, giving me a wicked look.

"Right. Of course you saw yesterday's feed."

Standing right beside him, the heat between us was palpable. He wasn't missing a single detail of the film, and neither was I.

"The footage is incredible. The angles are perfect."

"Here’s your coffee. Enjoy the hidden side of a good wife," I said, a dangerous edge in my voice.

"Hidden? It’s magnificent," he countered, his eyes dark.

"It was unexpected, and honestly, perfect."

"I bet you took exactly what you wanted from those two guys..."

"If you must know, I’m not done yet."

As the video played on, the space between us vanished. I didn't move away, craving the unpredictable thrill of the moment. He fast-forwarded to the arrival of Philippe’s friends. His focus remained on me now, the tension stretching tight as he realized the woman from the screen was standing right next to him, barely dressed.

"Unbelievable... Look at you there..."

"Hey, watch your mouth," I laughed softly. "What are you thinking about?"

"I’m thinking I want to be in that video with you. Because this isn’t a movie, is it?"

"If I were in your shoes, I wouldn’t hesitate for a single second."

The invitation was loud and clear. He didn't look back at the screen. His gaze anchored onto me, full of heavy promise. I slid my hand beneath his half-unbuttoned shirt, feeling the heat of his skin, while his hands moved under my t-shirt, taking possession of my breasts. I closed my eyes, letting the sensation wash over me, before leading him toward the bed. I stripped away his clothes, revealing his fierce readiness.

"You are incredible, beautiful... everything I've fantasized about," he choked out, consumed by the moment.

"If I were your woman, I'd drive you completely insane," I purred.

"I'd start by giving you exactly what you've been begging for, until you lose your mind."

"Today, I'm whatever you want me to be. Take what's yours."

He flipped me over, pulling me onto his lap, eager to fulfill the fantasy. His raw, dominant words pushed my arousal over the edge.

"You are absolutely dripping," he groaned.

"Don't stop. I want it all," I demanded, demanding the heat.

Yielding completely, the atmosphere turned chaotic and consuming. I was entirely ready, needing nothing but him. I found myself locked in a passionate embrace with this beautiful stranger, crying out as he pushed deeper, matching his rhythm with a desperate hunger.

I lay spent on the mattress while David continued to claim me with a relentless, staggering force. I felt every shift of his weight, driving us both toward the edge until, unable to hold back any longer, I turned to catch the boiling release of his pleasure. Afterwards, we talked about the mess my life was becoming, agreeing that this raw, honest encounter was infinitely cleaner than the backstabbing hypocrisy of my husband and my best friend.

"I definitely want to see you again," I told him, tracing his jawline.

"Easy. You have my number. Call me day or night, and I'll drop everything to come over."

"Alone, or do you bring friends?" I teased.

"Whatever handles you best. I’ll be whatever partner you need."

I walked him to the gate, leaving him with a deep, lingering kiss before heading back to the bathroom for my shower. I was going to see Sabine, not to confront her, but to lean into the game. It was becoming twisted, brilliant. Watching the desires weave between the four of us was a toxic, thrilling high.

By some miracle, David had only been gone a few minutes when I heard the front door open. Marc was back ahead of schedule. I was still drying myself off when he caught me by the waist, slamming me against the edge of the tub, driving into me with brutal ease. He had no idea I had just shattered from an explosive climax only moments before, a secret I would take to my grave.

"You’ve still got the marks on your skin from last night," he growled, taking me from behind.

"Hmm... You guys really didn't hold back, did you?" I lied smoothly.

He had no clue the flush on my skin wasn't from the night before, but from a stranger who had just left. Still, I took the pleasure for what it was. The sudden intensity helped bleed off the remaining tension. Last night had changed every rule.

From now on, I was playing the game by my own terms, and I would collect every ounce of pleasure it owed me.

"How was the gym?" I asked later, adjusting my clothes.

"Great. And after that welcome, I'm completely relaxed."

"I'm heading out for a while. Dinner tonight?"

"Perfect. Have fun, see you later," he smiled.

As I pulled away, I caught the distinct trace of a perfume I knew all too well on his skin. He had come straight from Sabine's bed, knowing her husband wouldn't be back until late. I smiled. It was time to visit my friend and play my pawns.

"Darling! I knew you'd come!" Sabine beamed, kissing my cheek. "Come to the bedroom, I want to show you this new skirt I bought for our nights out."

Inside the room, she dropped her clothes and slipped into a white skirt, completely slit open up the side.

"What do you think?"

"Hmm... Gorgeous. Very easy access."

A dark, primitive urge flared up inside me. I wanted to break her, to make her bend to my will—a silent, vicious revenge against the woman sleeping with my husband behind my back. Stupid girl, I thought.

"Do I look hot?"

"You look delicious..."

"Oh! I forgot to tell you! I got a package from Cyril. I left my card at his boutique, and you'll never guess what he sent. I hid it under the bed so Frank wouldn't find it. Want to see?"

She dropped to her hands and knees, reaching under the frame.

"Here, look! I haven’t even had the chance to try it."

"A beautiful toy for a wicked little girl... Let me inspect the entry points," I murmured, my voice dripping with dark intent.

Naked under the skirt, she stayed bent forward, her head low. I snapped the heavy device on, sliding it rough against her skin.

"More, please," she whimpered, arching into the touch.

"You’ve earned this."

I shoved the device deep inside her, turning the vibrations to the maximum setting. Sabine didn't need any preparation; her body welcomed the intrusion instantly. The thirty-centimeter toy did its work beautifully; Cyril knew exactly what she craved. Her loud moans pushed me to force open her other, tighter lock, which yielded without a fight. Marc had clearly prepared the ground earlier today... She collapsed onto the carpet, panting for air. It was time to lock in our plans.

"What do you think about Friday night for the club?" she gasped.

"Perfect. Let's meet outside at 9 PM."

That gathering was going to expose everything that had been rotting under the surface: Marc's lies, Sabine’s betrayals, and even Frank’s. Physically, I was already bored of them.

I called David, my only honest anchor, and laid out the plan. He eagerly confirmed he was free by midnight. Hours later, the four of us met in the club's parking lot. Sitting at the table, sipping a Martini, I watched the three of them, all screwing each other, all lying to each other's faces.

"Excuse us, boys, but we need to powder our noses," Sabine said, reaching for my hand. "Kelly, come with me?"

"Right behind you," I murmured.

The look on the men's faces was priceless. Marc was biting back his frustration at seeing his mistress walk away with his wife, while Frank sat stewing, completely oblivious to the fact that the man across from him was regularly taking his wife.

Minutes later, we were pressed against each other on a dark leather bench, our mouths colliding in a fierce, wet exchange of tongues while two men from the club took charge of us from behind. The thrill was intoxicating—watching our respective husbands scan the crowd for us while we surrendered to strangers in the shadows. During the chaos, Sandy walked past, a knowing smirk on her face.

"You girls alone tonight?" she asked.

"Oh no, we brought our men along."

"Where are they?"

"Not far... right behind you, actually."

"Well, what a perfect setup. Handling guys like that is my absolute specialty," Sandy laughed, dropping to her knees between Marc and Frank before they could even introduce themselves.

Before heading back to the lounge, Sabine and I decided to take another heavy round from two new strangers without moving an inch. Sandy was keeping the husbands very busy; they were clearly out of their depth. When it was over, we smoothed our dresses and went back to the table to wait for them.

"You see, darling, tonight is a massive victory for us. Know why?" I asked Sabine.

"Because the masks are coming off," she replied, her eyes wild.

"Exactly. At least between us, the slate is clean. It won’t stop us from continuing our secret lifestyle, because it’s exactly what they deserve. I know all about you and Marc. And I took Frank because you asked me to. You’re a slave to your desires, but you’re my friend, so I forgive you. The men, however... I’m not going to be merciful."

The moment Sabine realized I knew the whole truth, her face drained of color. I shattered her panic with a cold smile. "Forgive me, Kelly... I got stupidly caught up in the thrill," she whispered.

"Forget it. But tonight, I want you to claim Marc right in front of me, just like I’m going to take your husband right in front of your eyes."

Frank and Marc returned, looking thoroughly satisfied and exhausted.

"This place is incredible," Marc breathed.

"Wild encounters," Frank added.

"Marc, come with me. This will be the second time today, won't it?" Sabine purred, a lethal smile on her lips.

"Frank? You're with me. We can't let them have all the fun, can we?" I suggested.

We tangled right there in the open shadows, sharing the display. I watched Marc’s eyes widen in sheer terror as the reality of what Sabine had confessed hit him. When we returned to the table, our hosts, Jeremy and Danny, joined us for a final round.

The dinner wrapped up just before midnight. I spotted David waiting by the bar.

"Hey, handsome. So glad you made it."

"I was worried I wouldn't get past the door..."

"Trust me, you'll be glad you did," I laughed.

I gave him a brutal breakdown of the situation. Sabine joined us, practically vibrating with anticipation.

"This is David, a close friend," I told her. "He’s exactly your type."

"Hmm... Gorgeous. It would be a crime to waste an opportunity like this," she whispered.

In a secluded alcove, David didn't waste time breaking down her boundaries. I joined them, both of us on our knees, taking turns consuming what David offered. Then he pulled her up, driving hard into her while I watched greedily. Sabine, riding the peak of her orgasm, twisted around to offer her rectal ring, which he claimed instantly.

"Is this a gift... to thank me for betraying you?" she gasped.

"No. Just a thank you for shattering my boring life."

David finished his work, and Sabine kissed him out of pure gratitude. We brought him to the main lounge, where Myriam was waiting for her favorite pupil. Meanwhile, I dragged David into a tiny, dark viewing booth.

"Get on top of me," he ordered.

"This is fun, but if we want real, unfiltered intimacy, we need to disappear."

"Where do you want to go?"

"Let's take Sabine to a hotel. An all-night session."

Sandy interrupted us, bragging that she was taking Marc and Frank back to her place. I howled with laughter.

"Take them. Wrap a bow around them for all I care!"

"We’re kidnapping you. David and I are taking you to a hotel."

"Incredible! Plus, David is vicious, funny, and perfectly built."

"Yeah, I'm quite fond of him."

"I have to confess something... ever since you mentioned the hotel, I've had this burning desire to be completely fused with the both of you. Would you want that?"

"Sometimes I swear you read my mind, darling," I laughed. "Let me grab David."

I found David in a quiet corner, where a young woman was finishing a very thorough task on him. I told him the plan and Sabine’s specific request. His gaze darkened with instant arousal. Later, in the car, he looked at us through the rear view mirror.

"We're together, this is wild. Where are we going?"

"Porte Maillot. There’s always a suite available. I’ll book it now."

During the drive, we talked about how it all started.

"I mostly service surveillance networks for high-end estates," David said. "I usually find bored wives rather than busy husbands."

"That’s how we met," I laughed. "David came to fix a bug that was archiving six months of footage. That’s how I caught you and Marc, sweetie."

"You actually watched it?"

"Oh, every single second. And I kept a copy so we can watch it together!" I roared with laughter.

"None of that matters anymore," Sabine muttered, dismissing her own betrayal with a shrug.

When we arrived, we were upgraded to a magnificent suite.

"Wow, king-size bed and a massive tub," David muttered.

"You're going to be very well taken care of, my little pet," I told Sabine. "David and I are going to ruin you tonight. Sabine, fetch my robe. Fast."

A completely naked Sabine hurried to bring the robes to David and me.

"Thanks, darling. Where's yours?"

"There were only two in the bathroom."

"Check the closet," I ordered, giving her a sharp, stinging slap across her bare thigh.

"Ah! Right. You're right."

"Come here, turn around," I commanded, landing two more heavy, merciless strikes across her skin.

"I'm sorry for the mistake."

"We expect perfection here. Get on your knees."

Sabine obeyed instantly, completely submissive to the dynamic. While she waited, David turned on the hotel matrix.

"I think I found a film our little pet is going to love. Look, Sabine."

"Wow... yes, David, that's exactly my kind of movie..."

"Then show me how well you can copy it," David said, standing naked and dominant in front of her. "Do exactly what she's doing on screen."

Sabine threw herself into the task with expert devotion.

"We should probably clean her out first," I suggested, watching her work. "Given what she took at the club, I want to make sure she’s fit for consumption."

"Good point. You, in the tub," David ordered her.

In the bathroom, I ran a deep bath heavy with scented oils and thick foam.

"Quite a night, wasn't it?" I asked as the three of us sank into the hot water.

"It was twisted, intense, perfect," she murmured.

"I hope you liked it," David growled.

David took her from behind while I pinned her from the front, my oiled hands gripping her breasts while his hands explored her roughly. Sabine let out sharp, broken moans, arching her spine to give us total access.

"You like this, don't you?"

"I absolute love it..."

"David is an artist; he gave me the exact same treatment while we watched you on the monitor," I whispered, pinching her skin hard under the water.

"I'm buried deep, it's incredible. There's been a lot of traffic in here today..." David noted.

"Marc was in there earlier, wasn't he?"

"Yes... right there. It's his favorite way," she confessed, broken under my touch.

The water swirled around us, a warm, slick witness to her submission. All the dirty secrets were out, replaced by the crushing reality of my dominance over her. I looked at David, then at Sabine, realizing this night wasn't about revenge anymore—it was about absolute control.

The hotel room became a lawless sanctuary. After a thorough rinsing, we ordered Sabine to dry off and wait for us. David and I stayed in the water, exchanging deep, bruising kisses before he lifted me, pinning me against the marble. I took him down to the root, my face twisting with pleasure just inches from Sabine’s eyes; she was burning with envy. He turned me around, burying himself in me, claiming me fully while she watched.

Moving to the comfort of the mattress, David bound Sabine’s hands to her ankles behind her back, locking her into an helpless loop. We began to play without a shred of restraint. I arched over her entrained body at the edge of the bed while David hovered over me, driving deep. The pleasure was intoxicating as Sabine tore into my pubis with a desperate, frantic cunnilingus.

"Did you often have perks like this during your service jobs?"

"All the time. Especially the older ones. Some would call in fake glitches just to get me back in their beds..."

"Let's untie our little pet so she can feel the real weight," David said.

"Good idea. Ready, Sabine?"

"I'm dying for it..."

Sabine tore into me like a starving animal. David moved behind her, starting his long, brutal strokes. I rolled beneath her, taking her mouth while giving myself to the rhythm. David would slide his wet steel between our lips before driving back into her. Sabine was screaming constantly whenever David claimed his favorite path. I watched him, powerful, tense, moving right above me.

I was there to slick his way and catch him between shifts. Finally, Sabine and I traded places, letting David wreck me while she handled the maintenance just as I had done. Sensing the breaking point, we both turned to catch the heavy, burning torrent of his release, sharing the bitter-sweet liquid in a long, messy kiss. It was nearly dawn, but we had just forged a lawless alliance, leaving the wreckage of our old lives far behind.

Wrapped in our three-way heat, Sabine curled against my chest while David held her from behind, and we sank into a heavy, dead sleep.

The next morning, a rhythmic, wet sound woke me. Opening my eyes, I saw David, fully awake and moving with brutal vigor between Sabine’s cheeks. Shaking with a sudden, crashing orgasm, she gripped my hand tight before collapsing into the sheets, completely spent.

"Well, someone's full of energy," I murmured.

"She woke up looking at me. I couldn't help it," David grinned.

"We need breakfast. Sabine, you're on duty. Call room service."

While she was on the phone, my stallion crawled over me, restarting a rhythm that was as punishing as it was perfect. Sabine returned, kissing me deeply while David lunged beneath me. When he arched, she moved down to collect his essence. We had just finished when a heavy knock hit the door.

"Sabine, your duty," I ordered.

"On it."

She grabbed a single towel, barely covering her front, leaving everything else completely exposed. The room service waiter pushed the cart inside.

"Good morning, ladies, sir," he said, his eyes scanning the room with blatant amusement.

"Morning," I replied.

"I trust your night was... exceptional?" he asked smoothly, setting the plates.

"Magnificent. How about yours?" I countered.

"Nowhere near as magnificent as yours, I'm certain."

He was incredibly sharp, built well, and entirely game.

"If you had brought this up last night, you could have stayed," Sabine laughed, leaning against the frame.

"Oh? Is it strictly too late now?" he countered without a second's hesitation.

"Sabine, we're hungry. Take care of our guest."

Without a word, she dropped to her knees right at his feet, taking exactly what she wanted. Fully aroused, she led him to the edge of the bed, dropping to all fours and offering her charms, which he claimed instantly. Within minutes, he broke inside her with a sharp gasp.

"Wow... What a morning. I definitely didn't expect this on my shift."

"Does this happen often?"

"Sometimes... wild women wanting to treat their friends. Anyway, I have to run before management notices. Thanks for the tip!" he grinned, completely flushed.

"Lucky girl, Sabine. That was a nice bonus," I laughed.

"What do you think Marc and Frank did last night?" she asked, tasting the air.

"No idea. Probably sat around lying to each other," I laughed, and Sabine joined in.

We tore into breakfast with a vicious appetite. We were just finishing when another knock rattled the wood.

"Housekeeping?" David asked.

"Too early for a weekend," I replied.

Sabine flung the door open. It wasn't housekeeping. It was a dark-haired, blue-eyed god carrying a massive tray of exotic fruits.

"With the compliments of the manager," he purred.

"Oh, the clever bastards. Word travels fast in this hotel, doesn't it?" I laughed.

"Well... I was told this room required a very hands-on delivery," he smiled, his eyes locking onto mine.

"Let's be blunt," David laughed from the bed. "The blonde or the brunette?"

"Is there any scenario where I get to ruin both?" he countered smoothly.

"Step up," I said, my blood firing up again. "Sabine, with me."

Since we were already naked, it took zero effort. We took him by the hands, dragging him to the mattress. Sitting side by side, I let Sabine strip his uniform away, sharing the prize. He was built like a stone monument.

We lined up at the edge of the bed, letting him choose his weapon. He hit me first, and the sheer weight of him took my breath away. Then he shifted to Sabine, maintaining the same savage pace. I wondered how a man could possess that much endurance. Freed from immediate duty, I rolled over to watch his heavy power slide in and out of her.

Suddenly, sensing his breaking point, Sabine flipped over, and we caught the massive, burning delivery between our lips, slicking each other's faces in the chaotic heat of the finish.

Hours later, we left the hotel, leaving our dark personas behind and returning to our quiet homes and oblivious husbands. But those wild, lawless days had pushed us light years ahead. For both Sabine and me, the marriage vows were dead, and a much better game had just begun.