The sun was dipping low, casting amber streaks across the horizon, when Maddie received the invitation. She was reclined on a striped lounge chair beside the inn’s saltwater pool, legs glistening from tanning oil, sunglasses perched high, lost in the calm hum of silence.
Liana appeared like a shadow on the water.
“We’re having drinks at a neighbor’s house. Just casual.”
Maddie tilted her head. “Casual for you?”
Liana bit her lip, smiling.
“They’ve noticed you.”
Maddie didn’t respond. She simply reached for her glass of wine, sipped slowly, and whispered,
“Then let’s feed their curiosity.”
The House on the Bluff
It was a mid-century modern marvel, perched on the cliffs above the ocean. The hosts—Dani and Theo—welcomed Maddie with open smiles and restless eyes. Married six years. Attractive. Slightly older. Dani wore a white blouse tucked into high-waisted linen pants, her hair long and sun-lightened. Theo had sharp stubble, tanned arms, and a shirt unbuttoned just low enough to say: I’ve been watching.
They’d heard about Maddie, though no one said it directly.
Just:
“You’re not from around here.”
And:
“Liana said you’re… a guest.”
She caught the hesitation in their voices, the eagerness in their eyes. It thrilled her.
Maddie was the guest, yes—but she would become the host before the night ended.
Drinks turned to whispers.
The sun sank. The second bottle of wine opened. Liana’s hand casually rested on Maddie’s thigh. Mark circled behind, brushing her shoulder with a passing touch. And Dani watched it all—lips parted slightly, eyes wide, breathing like she’d just walked into a dream she didn’t understand.
Theo’s gaze never wavered from Maddie’s mouth.
“Truth or dare?” Maddie said, smirking.
Theo blinked. Dani laughed nervously.
“What are we, sixteen?”
Maddie leaned forward, letting her neckline drop. “No. Just braver.”
Theo chose truth.
“Who’s the last person you fantasized about?”
He looked at Dani, grinned.
Maddie cut in: “Tell the truth. She deserves it.”
Theo’s eyes flicked to Liana. Then back to Maddie.
Dani caught the glance.
There was no jealousy.
Just silence.
Then a hum of need.
Later, the pool called.
It was infinity-style, glowing cobalt in the dark, overlooking the waves.
Maddie undressed without pause—her white slip sliding to the ground. She stepped into the water naked.
“You coming?”
Liana followed, pulling Dani by the hand. Mark trailed. Theo, hesitant but captivated, stripped to his briefs and stepped in last.
The water was warm.
The sky overhead, stars painting desire across the black.
And Maddie moved through them all like a siren in saltwater.
Things began with touch.
Liana pressed her body to Maddie’s back, kissing her neck as she floated. Mark’s hands traced her thighs underwater. Dani swam closer, staring.
“You’re even more beautiful up close,” she said breathlessly.
Maddie took her hand. “Touch me, then.”
Dani did.
And gasped when Maddie touched back.
Theo stared from the edge, frozen. Maddie turned to him.
“What’s wrong?”
He shook his head.
“I’ve never seen her like this.”
Maddie smiled.
“Then watch. And learn.”
They moved to the patio.
Towels wrapped around waists. Champagne sweating in the heat. The group sat in a loose circle, the air dripping with heat, chlorine, lust.
Maddie kissed Liana again, but her hand slid to Dani’s thigh.
Dani whimpered.
Mark stepped behind Dani, kissing her neck.
Theo—entranced—stood, watching it all unfold.
“Do you want to join them?” Maddie asked him, voice silk.
He nodded.
But she put up a hand.
“Not yet.”
Then she pulled Dani onto her lap.
“Let her feel me first.”
It turned into art.
Liana on her knees, fingers teasing Maddie’s thighs as Maddie kissed Dani open—soft, deep, until Dani was shaking. Mark taking Liana from behind, rough and urgent. Theo finally kneeling, unable to resist, licking Maddie’s shoulder as she writhed.
Maddie remained the storm’s center.
Every gasp a symphony.
Every touch a command.
Every cry of pleasure a verse in the new scripture she was writing across this sleepy beach town.
By sunrise, all five lay spent on cushions, towels, still damp from the water, covered in sweat and wine and salt.
Maddie rose first.
Wrapped herself in a towel.
Poured a glass of water.
And as they stirred, reaching for her, murmuring her name—
She looked out to sea and whispered,
“You don’t know what you’ve let in.”
And they didn’t.
But they would.
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