The Village

The sun blazed in the blue sky overhead, its position steadily lowering toward the horizon casting shadows across the pitch on which the eight horses galloped.

Under the shade of a tall white gazebo Kim and her husband James sheltered from the fierce August Sun if not the heat of the day. The sounds of the ongoing polo match echoed around them, cheers rising and falling on each masterful play by the horseback riders

"Look at them go," Kim exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with excitement as she clutched a chilled glass of champagne. "Team Brookshire must have this in the bag... three nil up."

James adjusted his sunglasses, trying to focus on both the match and the niggle of concern brewing in his mind.

"Long way to go yet... and this French lot have destroyed every team they've played to get to this final" his eyes fell upon the glass in her hand, all to aware of his penchant for Moet and Chandon. He leaned closer to his wife his eyes only on the match before him, "Ease off on the bubbly Kim... we've a whole night at the Dinner Dance to get through after this."

Kim frowned, her brow furrowing. "I can handle myself, James. It's just a glass or two... Why do you always bring this up?"

She deliberately took a long swig of her drink, trying to mask her annoyance whilst ensuring she petulantly provoked her husband.

"It's no fun when you embarrass yourself, Kim... Everyone watching the scene you inevitably end up making," he replied, his tone mingling with his concern on a growing frustration.

The crowd erupted in cheers as the invitational French team 'Soumettre' surged forward on the field, quickly transitioning from defence to offense. James and Kim's argument faded into the background as excitement surged. Both of them turned their attention to the game just in time to witness the local team James sponsored, alongside of the whole event, falter and concede.

"Three One" Kim stated, her voice rising with the thrill of the moment and her husband's disappointment, "I've always appreciated an Underdog."

"Yeah, and it's far from over yet," James replied, watching now with look of hope, but with increasing anxiety.

Suddenly, as if spurred on by the crowd's energy, 'Soumettre' pushed through, scoring another goal, bringing the game to three to two.

"Unbelievable!" Kim declared, barely glancing at James. "They could actually pull this off."

James was silent, worry still etched on his face. His annoyance turning back to his wife as she refilled her now empty glass, "How many times have you had too much to drink and...."

"Not now, James," Kim cut curtly across him, raising her voice above the crowd and his insistence. "Unless you want my next public scene to be an argument with you... let it go."

As the match entered its final minutes, the crowd roared with anticipation. Then, in a miraculous play, 'Soumettre' following a goal line clearance headed across the pitch to score the equalizer. With the score tied the tension between Kim felt from James's demeanour palpably escalated.

"Bad enough everyone saw you throwing yourself at Sam Delacourt earlier," James mutters, unable to contain his irritation.

Kim's jaw tightened, hurt flashing in her eyes. "You're such a fucking hypocrite, James... feeling insecure doesn't mean I'm doing anything wrong."

As the final seconds ticked away, the match took one last dramatic turn. A swift pass from the 'Soumettre' player with the number four upon his back saw the ball slip out to left of the field, this followed by a perfect shot from a hideously tight angle that pierced across the grass and trickled into the goal.

"GOOOAAALLL!!!" The announcer's voice boomed, over speakers around the field, drowning out even the loudest cheers from the audience. Kim jumped up, a whoop of joy escaping her lips, as James remained seated, arms crossed.

"Unbelievable," he muttered, unwilling to join in her excitement.

Eventually he rose and started to clap, the crowd's elation contrasting sharply with the unresolved tension hanging between them. Minutes later as the match concluded, the host called for James to present the trophy. He looked over at Kim, temporarily setting aside their argument.

"How about you do it instead.... Give you a chance to show off that dress I paid so much for," he suggested, attempting to lighten the mood between them.

With a mix of reluctance and hesitancy give his usual preference to be the one in the spotlight Kim stood up, composed herself and stepped out onto the field from their vantage point to a ripple of gentle applause. The sun shone down on her, accentuating her and the tight fighting sleeveless navy dress she wore coupled with red high heels and a little red belt around her waist. Handed the ornate gold trophy she walked with purpose, her head held high, toward the victorious 'Soumettre' players as they dismounted their steeds. All eyes turned toward her now and she felt a surge of exhilaration at the reception she received.

The captain, a tall and handsome dark haired man stepped forward. Extending her hand Kim shook the firm grip he responded with, as she bashfully offered, "Congratulations... you even had me rooting for you in the end."

"That dress..." he offered in reply, on a deep accent, "...you look so beautiful."

Blushing a little as she presented the trophy, the five of them huddled together for a photo under the sponsor's banner. As Kim stood there brushing her hair of her face smiling serenely she felt a hand slip over her ass from her lower back. With all eyes on her she did not react even as the fingers squeezed tightly over her right buttock. A thrill of titillation briefly coursed through her as the photographer encouraged the cup to be lifted up.

When the photographer had finished without a hint of hesitation, she turned to them her expression shifting from surprise to flirtation, neither of the four handsome males giving away any sign that they had been to one to publicly grope her.

"One of you is a bad boy," she teased, her voice sultry, lingering. "Or collectively... are you all trouble."

Her own eyes danced with mischief, as she received little more than four grins. The crowd oblivious, to their conversation being caught up in the celebration.

**********

The chandelier high above the room cast shimmering reflections across the polished bar as Kim stood with her latest refilled champagne flute in hand.

She had watched the transformation of the room from her vantage point. As soon as dinner and speeches had ended, what had been a formal event was now alive with energy. Bodies, most of them awkwardly swaying, to the rhythm of the music that the DJ played. Flashing lights and the occasional burst of a smoke machine created an atmosphere that pulsed through the majority of the easily pleased crowd.

Kim felt a discontent stirring within her. She sipped her drink while her eyes scanned across the dance floor. Her eye-line landing on her stepdaughter, Skye, stood to the side of a large round table. The tall, striking blonde dressed in an ankle length aqua colour sequin dress was chatting effortlessly with Sam Delacourt, the handsome heir of the lavish mansion where the event and the earlier polo match was being held. Skye, only 19 years old radiated an effortless allure, captivated not only Sam but glances from most of the males who passed her. She had arrived in time for dinner as she had been unable to attend the Polo tournament itself.

Skye chatted away, acting demurely in the presence of the extraordinarily handsome Sam, her head flinging back with laughter and charm that seemed to flow like the fine champagne Kim now heavily consumed. An icy pang of jealousy twisted inside Kim. Even at 35 she felt the weight of their age difference acutely, a chasm that felt insurmountable. Skye was youthful and beautiful, qualities that Kim once owned but that now seemed to fade with each passing month, given the mundanity of her life. That Skye held such a special place in James's heart irked her enormously. It was bad enough that he favoured Skye over herself that he openly favoured her over their own son together, Archie, disgusted her to her core.

"If only your father knew the truth about you," she sneered to herself quietly. Grinding her teeth as she watched Skye flirt with Sam, the man who despite her husband's insinuation had barely paid her any attention earlier in the day or since. She scowled as Skye left her hand on his arm for an inordinate length of time, off the back of an unheard interaction. Kim's mind dwelling on the sordid immoral secret she held over the effervescent young blonde. A brutal truth that would shock both James and his precious young daughter.

Her phone buzzed in her clutch bag, breaking her focus. On brutal coincidence a message from Andy, her best kept secret on visible on the screen.

~: I can't stop thinking about last week. Do you think we could orchestrate again? :~

The thrill of their clandestine arrangement sent a shiver down her spine, a stark contrast to the vulnerability she felt in the shadow of Skye. Andy the only other person to know the sordid truth about Skye given how they had immorally shared her body between them, in a drink and drug fuelled night of debauchery eight nights previous. It was only on looking back to the young blonde girl that she began to appreciate and fear that Andy might only be seeking to instigate a repeat performance to get closer to Skye rather than to build on the sordid relationship they had secretly held for over twelve months. A period of time in which Andy had not been the only lover in whom she had sought solace.

Steeling herself, Kim glanced away from Skye on slipping her phone away into her clutch bag, returning her focus to the bustling room without responding to Andy. He, and his sordid thoughts, could keep. Knowing how infuriated he would be to know she had read his message and ignored it, it was all part of the game she played with him.

Across the room, her husband was engaged in animated conversation with a group of friends, his laughter carrying easily among the chatter. The sight twisted the knife of envy deeper, and Kim felt an urge to escape the emotional turmoil, she felt increasingly excluded from his life. She wasn't sure she cared but feeling marginalised, not being the centre of attention, as she once had been, is what hurts her the most.

"Care for a drink?" A familiar voice on broad accent offered, breaking through her thoughts and pulling her attention immediately across her right shoulder to Jacques, the captain of the winning polo team.

Tall, dark haired, and effortlessly handsome in his own right. His keen interest and wicked grin sparked a recklessness within Kim immediately.

"Oh, let's cut to the chase, shall we?" she replied with surprising boldness, slipping her hand into his.

The decision felt exhilarating, not even looking around as she led him through the crowded function room, the raucous laughter and raised voices against the loud music soon fading behind them as she navigated the unfamiliar surroundings before they headed up a flight of stairs. Navigating a long dark corridor her free hand trying doors until one opened into a lavish bedroom.

Unbeknownst to her, the minute they had left the function room Jacques' three teammates also rose from their seats at their table, exchanging glances with one another before they disappeared into the gloom of the vast mansion, following their colleague and the brunette at a discreet enough distance.

As Kim led Jacques inside the bedroom, the anticipation escalated immediately. The room was dimly lit by only the fading daylight that spilled through long tall windows, whispers of excitement teased the edges of her consciousness, she knew full well she acted on impulse, but she also fully appreciated what she was doing. Biting her lip briefly, she pressed forward and pressed a kiss to Jacques lips.

Before his hands could fall upon her let alone take her into a grip, she pressed away from him breaking the kiss and stepping towards a glass door at the side of the expanse of window that led out onto a small balcony. The cool night air wrapped around her as she rested her hands upon the thick stone wall of the balcony. Down through the valley she could make out the orange glow of the lights of the Village that slowly illuminated against the onset of night.

Jacques approached stepping up behind her, his hands falling over and comfortably resting on her hips. An unspoken expectation hung in the air which was thick with anticipation as he turned Kim to face him. It was Jacques now who leaned in, and just as their lips were about to meet, a rush of thrill coursed through her. When their lips pressed to one another's once more as passionate a kiss as she had ever known unfurled.

The reality of the situation struck her immediately, the thrill of the kiss silently daring her to surrender to the man she had exchanged only a matter of sentences with before this moment. She took a reckless gamble, her desire combining with the Champagne she had consumed controlled her, as she felt his hands ease down the zip at the back of her long dark lavender ball gown.

As they broke the kiss, her heart raced. She felt bold, intoxicated by the adrenaline of the moment. She leaned back slightly, looking into Jacques' intense gaze, a gaze that was full of mischief and allure. Her arms dropping to her sides as he peeled the delicate straps of her elegant dress off of her shoulders. The soft fabric slid from her upper body and fell, pooling at her feet.

"So... What now?" she teased, her confidence swelling

Jacques merely grinned, stepping forward, turning her. Guiding her backwards from the balcony back through the open doorway. his hands over her now naked body as they entwined into a further kiss.

The party below them continuing with no one aware of their presence hidden away in the upper floor of the Mansion. Kim accepted that within the thrill of the moment, she could find herself again, rediscover pieces of her identity lost under the weight of daily life.

Tonight, she would live in the moment, whatever that moment might bring.

**********

A soft warm breeze floated in through the open balcony doors.

The air flow enough to sooth the flush of her sweat soaked skin as Kim lay on her back looking up at Jacques as his hips gently slowed, the last of his ejaculate seeping deep into her body.

A smile passed her lips, even as he almost immediately slipped from her leaving her lay there naked across the plush bed. Her heart racing as adrenaline born of the last sensations of her sated heavy climax coursed through her veins. Turning her face towards the breeze she saw her dress lay crumpled on the floor just outside the threshold of the open door to the balcony an unmistakable symbol of the choice she had made.

On heavy breaths, she watched Jacques at the foot of the bed. He exuded an easy confidence as he pulled his shirt over his athletic frame, hiding the chiselled contours of the body she had discovered beneath it. Kim's mind still raced, not just from attraction, but from the thrilling rush of what had just transpired. He had made her climax with physical ease but also on the mystery and the allure of surrendering herself to the handsome stranger. He had set her body on fire as he used her with a selfish craving of his own.

Jacques paused, glancing towards the door. Kim's breath caught in her throat as it slowly opened wide. Looking up she saw Jacques three teammates step into the room. Leon stepped forward immediately as Jean and Marcel, stood casually against the door frame, a mischievous glint held in all their eyes. Kim panicked frantically attempting to hide her nakedness beneath what she could hastily snatch of the crumpled sheets beneath her, the welcome breeze now sending a shiver through her body.

"Gentlemen.... You remember Kimberley from earlier." Jacques grinned, his gaze shifting between his teammates and Kim.

As he turned to her, something ignited within her, a spark of reckless abandon fuelled by the intoxicating sensations of the night. Clutching just a single white sheet loosely to her chest she rose to kneel at the edge of the vast bed.

"Hello," she playfully offered with a delicious smirk, their eyes unashamedly feasting upon what they could see of her slender naked form.

"We're a team, Kim... we do everything together," Jacques said smoothly, his tone dripping with intent.

"Everything," Kim whispered back to him, her voice sultry and teasing as she felt a wave of empowerment rush over her as she looked from the three males all dressed in identical black tuxedos to the partially dressed Jacques.

"We play as a team... we win as a team... we fuck as a team."

With that, the atmosphere building between them shattered. In one fluid motion, Jacques's teammates stepped further into the room closing the door behind them as they surrounded her, Kim felt the sheets slip away from her grip on an unseen hand as they encircled her, flanking their leader Jacques like ravenous wolves eyeing their prey.

"Four on one..." Kim whispered "...looks like I'm outnumbered."

Knelt before them, she revelled in the additional intensity that followed the reveal of her body. Their eyes widening as they were able to take her in, each gaze filling her with a mix of exhilaration and anticipation.

"One at a time or all at once?" she inquired boldly, a glimmer of mischief dancing in her eyes. The words were issued playfully, but the underlying challenge was clear.

"We start with one," Jacques responded on a faint voice his words intimating that so much more was to follow.

Leon was the first to approach, his eyes dark and inviting. As Jacques knelt back upon the bed behind he pulled her backwards into his embrace as Leon's hands took her ankles. With Jacques kneeling behind her his arms wrapped around her midriff he held her tightly to him as Leon now knelt before her parting her legs either side of him as his fingers pressed up the insides of her thighs, igniting an explosion of sensations that ripped through her.

"Are your ready Kimberley?" Leon murmured on a smirk that sent a thrill through her.

She nodded and as Jacques clenched her upper body tightly and lay back so that Kim lay across him, she felt herself pulled across the bed by Leon, her inhibitions washing away with each passing moment. The excitement surged through her, her body raised from the bed her legs parted she heard him lowering his zipper as he pressed himself immediately deep into her. A cry of pleasure passing her mouth, arching her back pressing herself against Jacques as Leon impaled her body with an impressive thick girth that stretched her.

Whimpering on a heady mix of trepidation and desire, she surrendered to the circumstances and let the two men holding her control her. With an almost careful approach, Jean knelt upon the bed at her left hand side, she glanced to him watching him as he slowly began to masturbate at her side.

Moments later as Leon's thrusts intensified Jean leaned over her, his lips finding their way to her collarbone, kissing a trail down her beasts until with his hand cupped under her left breast and he sucked her nipple and breast into his mouth forming a vacuum that heightened her the intensity of her whimpers as breathless against the sensations she let her eyes fall shut as her core clenched around Leon.

Each touch, each caress, ignited her senses. She surrendered completely, excitement coursing through her veins like wildfire. Jacques held her, devoting his full attention to her as the Jean and Marcel watched with bated breath, each she knew would be patiently awaiting their turn to use her wanton body. Intimate energy enveloped the room, crackling with tension as Kim allowed herself to fully embrace the wild thrill of the night. She was emboldened on every touch, she felt undeniably alive, breaking free from the definitions of who her husband expected her to be. The last twelve month snatching moments and nights in Andy's company had unearthed and unlocked promiscuity, tonight took matters to far higher plateaux.