Written by Bob
4 Jan 2006
A Weekend in Paris
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Last summer my wife, Mary, and I made a weekend trip to Paris. On Saturday, after a long lunch with much red wine, we walked through an artist’s fair. We stopped to admire a young artists work, nudes in charcoal. Very tastefully done, sensual and erotic. As I admired his work, I realized Mary was talking to the artist. In short time, he had invited us back to his flat with an offer to do a drawing of Mary. Seeing his work, I could hardly refuse.
His flat was a converted loft, skylights letting direct sunlight in. I sat on the settee and was mildly aroused when Mary undressed and he was touching her, posing her for his drawing. After awhile, the sun warming the room, I drifted off to sleep on the settee.
When I awoke, the sun had shifted, the light now softer, the room empty. I got up and heard noises coming from another room. Pushing open the door I saw my wife laying on her back on his bed, her legs spread and her hands clutching the headboard. Our young artist friend knelt at the bottom of the bed, naked. His hands holding her legs apart, his face buried in her pussy.
Mary’s eyes were closed and she moaned softly. I know how much she loves to have her pussy licked. And I could tell how much he was enjoying her by the sound of his licking her. She opened her eyes and a look of panic showed, briefly, till she realized I was enjoying the show and had a raging hard on. She smiled back and closed her eyes again. I took off my clothes and sat on the bed beside her.
I stroked her breasts, playing with her nipples, then kissed her. She kissed back, passionately and hard. The young artist looked up at me and said, “Est-ce que Je Puis?”. “Oui, vous pouvez”, I replied. He stood up and that was the first time I’d seen his cock. He was a hard 9”.
He positioned himself between my wife’s legs and pressed the head of his cock against her pussy. With one smooth stroke he was in and my wife gasped, her eyes opening feeling his throbbing cock being pushed up her. It was an odd and arousing sensation to be kissing my wife while another man fucked her.
It didn’t take long for him to cum, with a groan he pumped his sperm into her. Spent, he pulled out, leaving her pussy soaked with his cum dripping out and down her bumhole. She pulled me on top of her, wanting more.
My cock slipped into her cum-filled cunt easily, I was swimming in the mix of her juices and her new lovers cum. She wrapped her legs around me and her nails dug into my back as I fucked her. Her kisses hard and desperate. Reaching under her bottom I slid my finger up her bum, lubricated by his cum. She loves it up her bum and in no time her moans got louder as she had the loudest orgasm she’s had in a long time. Her hips bucking against me. With that I let go, shooting stream after stream up her.
Exhausted, I collapsed in her arms. After a time, I looked up and our artist friend was busy at work. We now have two great charcoals from our weekend in Paris!