Chronicle of a Couple Without Modes

Chapter 1: Val and me - first confidences

My name is Stan, I'm 44, and my wife, Val, is 47.

I'm French, and built like a Viking: 1m92, blond, long hair, a fairly muscular body... although, at my age, a little belly has started to set in. I don't go to the gym, but I'm active every day at my job, which is pretty physical, so let's say I look like Thor, somewhere between "Avengers" and "Endgame".

Val is Laotian. She's petite, about 5'6", thin, almost skinny, with a lovely face and a discreet little nose. She has small, firm breasts and, above all, an ass to die for... and staggering confidence.

We met at university. She was 21, I was just 18.

I don't know what drew her to me when she split up with her ex, but we talked at length about our fantasies before we even started dating. We became close right away. When classes got soporific, she'd throw me little glances, little objects even, little playful words, getting naughty. We didn't listen to the teacher at all. I was slowly discovering her, trying to unravel her mysteries. She'd get inside my head, and she'd get inside my head too.

She told me about her fantasy at the time, a rather peculiar one, which at first I found funny and daring. I lacked imagination, but her idea got to me... by dint of thinking about it, it became mine too. She wanted to take someone to this fantasy with her. If we went out together, this fantasy became our common goal. Later she confessed to me that two candidates had already been rejected, so to speak, including this ex.

Val liked to please me, and she loved to adopt a slightly submissive posture. But when she decided to do something... she became a tigress. I quickly fell in love.

She was incredibly comfortable with her body. And what a body! She reminded me of the actress Amaï Liu, but a little taller, with more generous breasts.

I was more reserved, shy despite my good looks. Yet I loved showing her off, walking beside her, my hand in hers. I was so proud to have her on my arm, at parties, on campus, in restaurants, in public.

We quickly became very close. Then one day she kissed me. It was magical. I was hooked, caught in her net. I never got out.

We liked to cuddle in public places - and the more people, the better.

In restaurants, in lobbies, in parks, in stadium bleachers...

People's eyes were on us. Some seemed shocked, but most smiled or devoured us with their eyes. It was a naughty game we shared.

Val liked to dress sexy, and she attracted all eyes - male and female.

She loved it when I caressed her bottom or squeezed her breasts on a park bench, even if families were passing by.

She kissed me hungrily, nibbled my ear while staring at other students behind my back. She played with other people's eyes, all the time.

I was insanely lucky. And I loved it.

We started with gentle games. In the cinema, she'd put her hand on my thigh, then slowly slide it down to my crotch. She'd kiss me in the dark, discreetly bite my neck, a hickey now and then.

In the fitting rooms, she'd ask me to help her take off her skirt, or let me in with her "by mistake".

One evening, while we were in a laundromat, alone, she jumped on the still-warm machine, parted her skirt slightly, and asked me to touch it. She was already wet. She whispered in my ear what she wanted me to do to her. It took my breath away. We were disturbed, unfortunately, by an old lady who had come to collect her things. She had cooled us right off.

Gradually, these moments became more daring. She'd sit on my lap in the parks, pantless, sliding against me through my jeans. She'd rub herself slowly until I was hard, then stop just before it became too obvious.

One night, at a student party, she pulled me into a dark hallway and unzipped my pants. Staring into my eyes, she slowly began to stroke me, then jerk me off, all the while listening to people dancing and laughing behind the door. I kissed her, she set me on fire.

This crescendo of audacity, hidden pleasure and shared desire slowly took us beyond limits we'd never imagined. This led naturally to the more daring scenes in the next chapter.

Chapter 2: First games, first transgressions

One day, my brother had a climbing accident. He was taken to hospital with a broken rib. I was worried. I called him into his room to check on him.

While he was talking to me, his breathing still labored, Val crept up behind me. She found it amusing to distract me.

She lifted my T-shirt, gently kissed my belly... her hand slid slowly down. She opened my fly without a sound. Her hand slipped into my boxer shorts. My sex was still flaccid, but soon the blood was flowing. I was hard almost instantly.

She gently caressed my sex, playing with the tip, pressing on it, massaging it. I tried to continue the conversation with my brother, but she pulled out my sex and began to manipulate it more frankly.

Sometimes I stared at my phone, sometimes at my crotch, disconnected. My brother finally asked, "Is everything okay?"

I tried to remain calm. But just then, Val mockingly shouted, "I'm masturbating your brother, don't worry!"

He went, "What?!" then burst out laughing, despite the pain it was inflicting.

Val grabbed the phone, blew him a kiss and laughed, "Come on, kisses, now I'm going to suck your little brother. He'll call you back!" Then she hung up.

I froze. I was shocked. What had she just done? My brother... he'd heard all this. I didn't know if he was shocked or amused.

But very quickly, I came to. Val took my sex, started licking it, sucking it, taking it in her mouth, giggling. The pleasure mounted quickly. She knew how to do it, she must have learned carefully. After a few minutes of loving aspirations, well-placed tongue strokes and heart-to-heart hand movements with her mouth. I started tensing my stomach and leg muscles, curling my toes. I tried to hold out longer, but it was too exquisite. I came through clenched teeth. And when my spasms came, she didn't move, even kept playing with her tongue. She kept my spurts in her mouth, every last drop, swallowing them gently. What a queen!

It was crazy. Sweet. Unexpected. And so exciting.

An hour later, I called him back. My brother and I burst out laughing together, despite his pain. He said, "I want to meet your girlfriend. She sounds... special."

I wasn't ready. I wasn't ready yet.

But that day, something had changed. We'd turned a corner. And the exhibition games were about to get even more serious.

Chapter 3: The call of transgression

Over the next few days, Val resumed her little game. Whenever I made a call, she'd try to distract me. She'd be gentle, sometimes just caressing my inner thighs, titillating my nipples. Other times, she'd be bolder.

Before long, I started calling random contacts, just to see how far she'd go. I was enjoying it and getting off on it too. My parents, my friends, even colleagues... I wanted to know if she would dare to continue. How far?

And she kept going.

One day, she let me use her own phone to call some of her friends. It was like taking the next step. I started with her ex, she was fondling her breasts while looking at me. I was stammering, babbling and hardly concentrating on the discussion. Was she thinking about him on the other end of the phone, or just about me trying to get excited? Then she'd stop as soon as I hung up. Then it was the turn of her two classmates, then her best friend. With her best friend on speakerphone, she grabbed my hand, tucking it into her panties. I began to caress her Venus mount, playing delicately with her labia, titillating her clitoris, running my finger into her warm, moist crevice. She was enjoying it and, like that, taking the next step.

Speaking of milestones, I changed phones. I switched to a smartphone, with a small screen. With the camera and this screen, a world opened up. A world of ideas, of games.

She wanted more. No "conventional" games between us if it didn't involve a bit of exhibitionism or play involving other people on the other end of the phone. It wasn't that I didn't try regularly, but she didn't find it as pleasurable. She needed that, the thrill.

She started calling people around us on video, then would hand me the phone while she teased me. Often, I didn't even have time to see who it was. She'd hand me the phone and start touching me: my buttocks, my sex, my testicles, or she'd give me a lap dance on her knees while caressing her buttocks.

I noticed that she made an effort on the way she dressed too, before these calls. She was premeditating these encounters. Soon I began to pay more attention to her look, and felt the blow coming. I didn't want to tell her and disrupt this habit, ohh no, not for anything.

I talked to my teacher, my ex, my brother, my dad. Sometimes she'd sneak across the field, topless, during a call. Or she'd bend over behind me, arch her back, and pretend to clean the coffee table, showing off her upper thighs, the beginnings of her buttocks and her panties.

But the most memorable moment came during a job interview. The recruiter, Mme Renoir, an elegant, confident woman, was asking me questions and recording our conversation.

Val, in the background, appeared in the kitchen, completely topless, drinking a glass of juice through a straw. She kissed me on the cheek and glanced at the camera.

She acted as if nothing had happened, totally natural.

I was speechless. Madame Renoir smiled... She didn't say a word, but I'm sure she had seen it all, appreciated it all and recorded it all.

I got the job.

And every time I passed Madame Renoir in the corridors, she smiled as if she'd understood our game. As if she'd replayed the scene several times. But she never said a word. She kept our secret, safe and sound. This gradually gave rise to a kind of trusting relationship between us at work. Like, I know your relationship but I'm keeping it a secret, "Our little secret" as it were.

Chapter 4: Forbidden Christmas

It was Christmas Eve. For the first time, we had decided not to join our families. A romantic dinner, just the two of us, in a subdued atmosphere.

The evening was in full swing. Val was wearing a tight red dress, with no underwear. Her nipples peeked out from under the light fabric. Her crossed legs made me fantasize. We'd just finished the main course when my father called. It wasn't premeditated, it couldn't be.

I got up to answer. Val followed me to the sofa, a mischievous smile on her lips. I suspected she was about to get into a game, but what was it? It was still my dad.

She pressed the FaceTime button.

- "Dad, Merry Christmas!" said I, a little embarrassed.

- "Merry Christmas to you both!" he replied, my mother in the background adding, "How is he?"

Val settled down next to me, greeted my father, smiled at him. She snuggled up against my arm. Then she leaned into my ear and began to moan softly. She nibbled my lobe, licked it. My sex hardened immediately.

My father raised an eyebrow, but continued our conversation.

Val slid her hand up my thigh, then unbuttoned my pants. She got up and knelt between my legs, giving me a burning look. I tried to move around a bit, to put my clothes back on, to put my sex away. But she was tenacious and determined. I gave up, especially as this jousting was making my movements jerky and I didn't want my father to find out.

After no more than a minute, Val raised her head and controlled the angle of the phone in my hand so that only the top of her head remained visible on the screen.

My father then understood what was happening, put his hand in front of his mouth and looked on, intrigued. He couldn't see my sex, nor his face - fortunately, that wasn't Val's intention. But everything was clear to him, to me and to Val.

- "She seems very... thoughtful," he said.

Val heard my father's remark and smiled, mouth full.

My mother continued to talk in the distance, oblivious to what was happening.

My father said nothing more. He didn't hang up. He seemed curious, amused even. Perhaps fascinated. Some angels passed by, and the conversation was no longer important.

Val accelerated her movements. Her mouth engulfed my sex with ardor. I tried to hold back, to remain silent, but I couldn't. I couldn't speak. I couldn't speak any more. What could I say anyway?

I moaned, gasped, closed my eyes. And Val was still holding the phone with his hands closed over mine.

My mother, confused, asked, "Is he all right?"

- "He's fine," replied my father, his tone amused.

I came in Val's mouth, impossible to stop with all the excitement. It wasn't very loud, but I couldn't contain myself completely.

She wiped her lips, stood up slowly, picked up the phone, blew a kiss on the screen and hung up.

- "Do you think he likes me?" she whispered mischievously.

I was out of breath. Stunned.

- "I don't think he'll ever forget you," I replied.

I didn't call my parents back for a while. And I'll remember that Christmas for the rest of my life.