8 comments/ 44761 views/ 5 favorites A French Honeymoon By: Beejayne When Karl and his wife Lenny arrived in Paris, they spent about ten days at a good hotel. Lenny was short for Eleonora, a family name foisted on her by her mother. Karl's family had money, so there was no need to skimp. They ate at good restaurants, visited the Louvre, went to the Folies Bergeres, in fact did all the things tourists must do in "The City of Lights." Lenny wanted to see the country side: the Pyrenees; Provence; the Cote d'Azure. She wanted to stay in Cannes and Nice, maybe do something daring, like lie topless on the beach. Lenny was 25, a blond with a nice body who'd been a cheer leader at UCLA. Her family was from the San Francisco Bay Area, El Sobrante to be exact, a small community near Richmond. Her father worked for an oil corporation, so they were comfortable, but not rich. She was almost a virgin when she met Karl, having had a boyfriend in her senior year at High School. She'd tried to avoid sex because of her mother's warnings about disease and pregnancy. There'd been hand jobs, blowjobs, but she never gave in. There had been another boyfriend in college, and again she avoided sex. That had lasted for two years, until her senior year. She and Ed, her boyfriend, had sex using condoms once every couple of weeks until he graduated and moved back to the East Coast, then she met Karl. Now Karl was a different story, a good student who was going places when he finished grad school. He came from a strict Lutheran family who came by their wealth honestly, well, if you could count mining and despoiling the earth as honest. Now,HE was a virgin. A very good engineering student, he studied a lot, and for entertainment he masturbated. They'd met at the University of Colorado where Karl was looking at grad school, and Lenny was cheerleading at a football game. There was a party, and Lenny had seen this tall good-looking guy with glasses, who was sort of shy, but obviously well off. For Karl it was love at first sight, but while Lenny liked him, especially his money, she didn't love him. There was virtually no sex until they married, just some "heavy necking" and groping. They had a huge wedding financed by Karl's parents with a reception at their house in Pacific Heights in San Francisco. Lenny wanted to go to France for their honeymoon, so right after the wedding they left and it wasn't until they were in the hotel in Paris that they had proper sex for the first time. Lenny was astounded at how little Karl knew about sex, and she had to guide him through it, trying not to appear too experienced. After he caught on however, he was insatiable for two or three days. For Karl, everything about Lenny was perfect, from her beautiful legs, to her soft inner thighs, her lovely pink vagina, her flat stomach, her perfect breasts, her mouth. When they kissed he literally drank in her saliva avidly. When she had her first period he was disconsolate, and masturbated the first day, then Lenny felt sorry for him, and gave him a blow job twice a day until she was "well again" as he put it. They rented a car, and drove south through Orleans to Bordeaux where they spent the night. Then south again through the Pyrenees, through Rousillon where they stayed in a tiny village called Coucugnon. Then on to Perpignan and along the coast road to Nice. There Lenny did indeed sunbathe topless, and while her breasts weren't very big their shape was beautiful, and she enjoyed the admiring glances of the men. Nice, however disappointed her, because that the beach was shingle, not sand. They visited St Tropez, Cannes, and rode the train to Monte Carlo. Karl had a small French phrase book, and had had a couple of years of French in high school, so he used the language as often as possible, with varying success. One day they drove up to Grasse from Nice, to a restaurant that had been highly recommended. On the way back Karl decided to take a shorter route rather than drive down to Cannes, and then along the coast to Nice. After a few kilometers the engine started to run rough, and gradually got worse until they were barely crawly along. The road was deserted and it was starting to get dark. No other cars and hardly any houses until, going through a village Karl saw a sign "Garage" and beneath it a small sign that read "Chambre d'hôte". He stopped the car and fished out his French dictionary. "Here's a garage." He said, "And I think a place to stay. Like a bed and breakfast." There was a light in the window of the house but the garage looked shut up tight. Clutching his phrase book he got out of the car. "Even if the garage is closed maybe we can stay the night." Lenny wasn't too enthusiastic, she was dressed in heels and a short skirt, not panty hose, she found them too uncomfortable, restricting, but thigh high stockings. But she had no pajamas or nightgown, so this would have to do. Karl knocked on the door and after several minutes a hall light came on and there stood a young man. "Vous voulez?" He asked. "Ma voiture est en panne, Monsieur." Karl read. "Ah, compris, mais malheureusement le garage est ferme." What a perfect Frenchman, Lenny thought. Slim, tall, darkly good-looking, and with a cigarette held between his lips which moved up and down as he spoke. "Shit! The garage is closed." Karl said to Lenny. "You didn't think it would be open this late did you?" Lenny asked him. "How about the B and B?" The Frenchman looked over at her as if he'd just noticed her, and their eyes met. "Just a minute." Karl was searching his phrase book without success. Karl gave up his search, he'd wing it. "Je vous offre double si vous fixez...regarder l'auto......la voiture cette nuit." "Vous avez tellement d'argent?" He answered with surprise. "Non, mais j'ai Visa, et autre, American Express." The Frenchman was silent, then glanced back over at Lenny. "Je suis.. eeeeeh....desole, mais on n'accepte pas Visa ou les autres plastiques." Karl was aghast. They wouldn't accept his credit cards? The man went over to the rental car, where Lenny was sitting, opened the door and said. "Please – come - in." In faltering English. And as Lenny swung around to get out he eyed her legs as she stepped out, and she was sure he could see up her skirt. This actually didn't bother her, she liked the way he was looking at her. He waved to both of them "Vas-y. Come in." They followed him into the house and into the living room where he switched off the television. "Un verre du vin?" He asked them, and after they said yes. "Rouge ou blanc?" "Alors, vous n'avez pas d'argent mais vous avez les cartes plastiques. Mais je n'accepte pas Visa. C'est difficile, n'est ce pas?" He paused and they wondered what he was going to propose. He looked over at Lenny, "Votre femme est tres belle, monsieur." There was a long pause again, and Karl looked long and hard at him. Then, "You..vous proposez que je vous donne....? Non! C'est pas possible." Karl looked astounded. "Pourquoi non?" The man asked him. "Vous voulez dormir avec ma femme pour......pour..sex? Non! Jamais." Gil, for that was the man's name, short for Gilbert, shrugged. "D'accord, dormez a la bagnole, a moi c'est egale." He wondered though, if he was pushing this too hard. He knew that he couldn't let that sweet girl sleep outside in the car, and in the end would let them have a room. The way she had looked at him, though, still gave him hope. Lenny didn't realize what was going on except that Karl seemed very angry. "What's the matter dear?" She asked him. "You couldn't understand?" He answered her. "This man is making a proposal that I could never accept. I don't even know if I can tell you what it is, it's so disgusting." She looked over at Gil, who looked back at her and smiled. "Come on, we're going." Karl stood up and turned toward the door. "Wait, wait. Tell me what this is all about." Lenny sat looking up at him. "No. We're going. We'll sleep in the car and decide what to do in the morning." "No!" Lenny was adamant. "Tell me what this is about." This was fascinating Gil thought as he tried to understand what they were arguing about. How much farther should he push this? He knew that he could negotiate the Visa for cash at the grocery store in the village, and overcharge these people so that he'd make some good money, but he'd rather have the lovely American, cette belle americaine, in his bed. "Okay, you want to know? Remember, you asked for it! You really want to know? This man, this bastard, wants me to exchange YOU for the price of us staying here tonight and for fixing the car. I'm sorry, I didn't want to tell you, but you pushed me." There was silence for a couple of minutes while Lenny thought this over. Gil was getting interested, at least she was thinking it over. He understood some of what Karl said, but objected to being called a bastard, un batard. He looked at Lenny, and she looked back at him, crossed her legs – what beautiful legs, he thought, she picked up her glass and had a sip of wine, she smiled. "Calm down, Karl. That's not so bad. Yes he is impertinent, but surely there are worse things than my sleeping with him. Did you ever think that I might enjoy it? I certainly wouldn't enjoy sleeping in the car all night, it's cold and uncomfortable." Karl was incredulous. "You mean you'd actually sleep with this man? You'd give yourself to this man so that we wouldn't have to sleep in an uncomfortable car?" He stared at her. "Well, why don't you sleep in the car, and I'll sleep with him." She said but when she saw the look on Karl's face she quickly backtracked. "Just joking, sweetheart. No, I don't mind doing what he wants." More silence as Gil smiled at Lenny, but she looked at Karl. Karl, meanwhile, was starting to feel a strange feeling in the pit of his stomach. In his crotch, to be precise, he was starting to get an erection. He couldn't believe it, but this whole thing was turning him on, but he mustn't let this damned Frenchman know. "Ou est notre chambre?" He said to him. "Bien, venez." They both got up and followed him. Lenny's heart was beating with excitement and she started to feel wetness in her panties. She was going to have sex with this beautiful man, a handsome Frenchman. Gil showed them into a small clean, cozy, room. "Venez a moi, ma chambre est la, quand tu es prêt." He told her softly, pointing to a door across the hall. "Je t'attendrai." As he left Karl closed the door. "You're really going through with this, aren't you? I can't believe it." "I'll be back with you very soon, then WE'LL have some fun. This won't change me, and I'll love you just as much. And you should love me more, for sacrificing myself for your, for our comfort." Karl didn't know what to say. They kissed, long and hard, then Lenny walked out the door into the corridor. She knocked on the door opposite, and Gil opened it and let her in. He was still dressed, for some reason Lenny thought he might have been undressed, naked. They kissed. Lenny pulled back from him. "Sorry, cigarette breath." Putting her hand over her mouth. "Cigarette? Ah, pardon, m'excuse.'' Gil left. She heard him gargling in the bathroom, then he came back and closed the door. They kissed again, and Gil ran his hands over her body. They kissed more, deeper, all tongue. He started to unbutton her blouse and took it off, then Lenny undid and took off her bra. "Belle, si belle." Gil murmured, as he touched as her breasts. He fondled her breasts, then kissed and sucked on one of her nipples as she sighed with the pleasure it was giving her. He gently pushed her back on the bed, and with his mouth again on her nipple, ran his hand under her skirt. His fingers found her inner thigh. "Douce, douce." He said at the softness he found. Then slowly his fingers explored under the leg of her panties. He felt her damp pubic hair, then worked his fingers further and found her vagina. He pulled at the waist of her panties. Lenny complied by raising her hips and taking them off. Then he started to use his fingers, stroking, inserting them into her vagina, rubbing her clitoris. She gave a deep sigh. "Oooh so good. Bon, tres, tres bon." Before she could get the rest of her clothes off Gil was on top of her, and she spread her legs for him to insert his rock hard penis into her vagina, "Aaah....ah yes." She sighed as it slipped all the way home, deep into her body. Then after a few tentative, deep, strokes he started fucking her hard. After a few minutes there was a pause while they both got up and finished undressing. Then they were off again, fucking, fucking, fucking. They twisted and turned as Lenny turned from her back to her knees and Gil took her from behind. Then she was sitting on top of him and so it went on and on. Lenny was delirious with pleasure, as she seemed to go from one orgasm to another, until, as he held her legs wide open and over her head, she felt him ejaculate his warm sperm deep into her vagina. They lay together, and Lenny felt his penis gradually softening as they kissed again. "I wish I could tell you how wonderful that was." Lenny told him. "Ne dite rien. Pour moi c'était merveilleux." Gil went on in halting English. "I..want...I want - you stay....all night. Toute la nuit." And he kissed her again. "I can't, I'm sorry. I would like to stay. You must understand. My husband would kill me. Mon mari me tuer." She smiled as she drew her hand across her throat. She pulled away from him, saw his semi-hard penis and bent over and kissed it. Then gathering up her clothes went back to her own room and Karl. And Karl, what of Karl while this was going on? He'd undressed, got into bed naked and started to read the French phrase book, which was all he had with him to read. Then he heard the noise start from across the hall. First there was rhythmic knocking, and he heard their voices. He put the book down and got up and opened the door. The door across the hall was slightly ajar, and while he couldn't really see much, he could hear them. He could hear Lenny, who was always very talkative during sex, and she was saying things that he'd thought were just for him. Things like: "Oh yeah, oh yes...fuck me...fuck me. I love you ..........uh...uh...Harder. Harder. I love you......love..your...cock..Oh sweety...Aaaah yes" His cock was hard, and as he listened he looked through the crack in the door, imagining what they were doing, as he could see the indistinct movement of their bodies. He wanted to push the door open and watch them fucking, and he could imagine Lenny with her legs wrapped around Gil as they fucked. Karl slowly stroked his penis, wanting to masturbate, but afraid that if he did he wouldn't be able to get it up when she came back to the room, because he intended to have her as soon as Gil was finished. Then, when they were through, he was just going to go back to their room to wait for Lenny, when he heard their last words to each other. He was startled, because he never imagined that she wouldn't come back. When he realized she was leaving Gil, he slipped back to the room, to their bed, quickly. Karl looked up from the bed as Lenny came back in naked, carrying her clothes. She laid them on a chair neatly, and as she did he thought, "What a woman, what a body." She turned and saw him watching her. She quickly slipped under the sheet and they kissed as her hand sought out his penis. "Oh my, you are glad to see me." She laughed as she felt his hard cock. "Well, do you think you can handle any more sex?" He said sulkily. "You've been in there nearly an hour." Lenny didn't answer, but kissed him and gently stroked him. His hands caressed her breasts, her nipples, then down her stomach and his fingers penetrated her vagina. He felt the thick slippery sperm that Gil had just shot into her, and pushing her back on to the bed looked at her open slit. He saw the glob of white leaking from her and without realizing what he was doing bent down and kissed her pinkness. Then his tongue was on her, and he was licking, licking her come-filled hole. She responded with moans of pleasure, her body lurching as he touched her clitoris and sensitive places. He pulled away, moved up and kissed her, and he thought how disgusting this was, she for kissing him after where his mouth had just been, and him for licking where her lover had just deposited his load. Then he roughly opened her with his fingers shoved his penis in her slippery vagina and started fucking her hard, bang, bang, bang. He wanted to hurt her, to punish her for letting someone else fuck her, but even though there was some hurt to his wild thrusting, it was mostly pleasure for her. Again she was talking wildly, saying the same things she'd said to Gil, which made him bang her harder. When he finally ejaculated he was sweating. Lenny held him tight and said, "Karl, my love, that was wonderful." "Is that what you told that Frenchman?" "Don't ask that, I say all sorts of things when a man is fucking me." "I wanted to hurt you." He went on, "For being such a slut and enjoying him." "You knew what we were going to do, and anyway you didn't hurt me, or perhaps a little, but mostly it was good." They kissed, and were soon asleep, locked in each others arms. Lenny woke early, it was just getting light. She had to pee, but she also had a tingly itch in her crotch. She stoked herself lightly and felt the need for more sex. As she came back from the toilet she passed Gil's door and saw that it was ajar. She pushed it open and looked at him. Karl was asleep, he'd never know, she thought. She closed the door and got into bed beside Gil. He stirred, opened his eyes, saw her and smiled. "Tu est revenue." He muttered as he reached for her, but Lenny pushed his arms away and went down to kiss his penis. Then she took it in her mouth and started suck it. He groaned with pleasure. When it was fully hard and standing tall, Lenny lifted her leg over his body and straddling him, carefully put it in her. They groaned in unison as it went deep inside her vagina. Then she started to bounce up and down, as Gil raised his hands to fondle her breasts and especially the nipples that stood out so prettily. After several minutes she stopped. "Vous aimez ca?" She asked him. "J'aime toi et ta chatte." "My cat? You love my cat?" "In English, you pussy." "But you want my pussy or my mouth?" And when she realized he didn't understand, stuck her thumb in her mouth, "This? Or that?" Bouncing up and down. In reply he just moved his hips up and down, so she went back to bouncing on his cock. Karl woke up and found Lenny gone. Maybe she'd gone to take a pee, so he shut his eyes again. Meanwhile Gil and Lenny had rolled over and he was banging away at her while she orgasmed at least once. Then he too came and they held each other until his alarm went off. Lenny realized it would have woken Karl, and after a long loving kiss she left Gil. Karl heard the alarm too, found Lenny wasn't there still and started to get up when Lenny came into the room. "Where've you been?" he demanded. "I just went to take a pee." She said. He looked at her crotch, "That doesn't look like pee dripping out of you." He said. "You needed another go round with that Frenchman, I guess." They got up and dressed, going down the hall to the bathroom to shower. Karl found his way to the kitchen where Gil had laid out a French country breakfast, big chunks of baguette, with butter and jam, a couple of croissants, and with two large bowls for coffee. "Eh bien, monsieur. Assaie-toi. Mais si vous me donnez la clef, je jeterais un coup d'œil a la bagnole. " Karl handed him the key to the car and sat down to eat. A French Honeymoon Ch. 02 Karl and Lenny were driving back to their hotel in Nice and the atmosphere was tense. Lenny had had sex with a beautiful Frenchman, and was feeling content, the events of last night going through her mind still. But in the back of her mind was something that Karl had said at breakfast, that he'd enjoyed listening to them in the other bedroom, and that it had bothered him, and it was bothering her too. However, Karl had said that he would discuss it that evening, which she could understand because it probably embarrassed him. The weather was beautiful and they enjoyed looking at the countryside, which was why Karl had taken the short cut the evening before. "Oh look at those sheep, or are they goats?" Lenny cried out. "Do you see their long twisted horns Karl?" "Yes aren't they interesting? Sorry but I don't know sheep from goats." A few minutes passed while she gazed out at the lush wooded hills. Then. "What's that big bird, can you see it?" Lenny asked as Karl slowed down and pulled over. "I think it's a kite, there are red kites here I think." He said "It's not an eagle then? Too bad, I wanted it to be an eagle." Lenny laughed. Over the hills ahead of them they could see the Mediterranean, and soon they met the traffic going into Nice and in a few minutes later were parked outside their hotel. Karl said he'd ask the concierge to have someone park the car. They had a light lunch, then changed and went down to the beach for a couple of hours, Lenny again going topless. She noticed a nice looking, well built blond man who looked like a surfer eying her, and she lay back, arching her back so that her breasts stood out. They went back to the hotel for dinner, and after dinner they sat in the lounge and had a drink. "So, do you want to talk about it Karl?" "What?" Karl answered. "Ah, yes, my problem with last night's proceedings." "I told you I was very turned on by listening to you and Gil in the next room. Do you think that's awful?" "I don't know, but it might bother me if you were in the same room. Did I say anything very......how should I put it.....very sexy?" "Well, you see, that's what bothers me. I enjoyed listening to you say all the things you say to ME when we're fucking." "Oh dear. I'm sorry but I can't help it. It just flows out of my mouth, maybe I should try to control it." Lenny looked away as she said this, rather embarrassed to be saying this to her husband, her husband of less than a month. "No, no don't control it. It's part of you and I want to hear it; to enjoy it, even if you're saying it to someone else." Karl went on to say that besides enjoying hearing them fucking, he was concerned that after she came back to him he proceeded to lick her, to lick the sperm Gil had shot into her. Did she think he was queer, homosexual? She told him that she'd heard that lots of men, maybe most men, were bisexual, and from her experience he wasn't at all homosexual. In fact, most women were too, she went on, and she'd seen woman and had friends whom she might have liked to have a relationship with. "So you're a closet lesbian!" Karl laughed. "Hey, we're a fine pair, a faggot and a dyke." Lenny said laughing too. Then Karl got serious. He'd enjoyed knowing she was having sex with Gil in the room across the hall, would she consider letting him be in the same room and watching, while she was with another man? Lenny was quiet for a few minutes, thinking about that. "You'd like that?" she asked quietly. "You'd like to watch me with another man? You'd like to watch me doing all those personal things that people do together, sucking, licking, kissing, caressing? You'd like that?" "Yes, I want to see it all." Karl told her. "And you won't get jealous, or try to push in between us, or make a huge fuss?" "I won't, I promise I won't make a move - unless I'm invited." There was a pause while Lenny looked into his eyes. Then, "Okay, let's go back and see Gil tomorrow afternoon." Karl grabbed her hand and pulled her behind him as he went to the elevator. He couldn't wait to get her upstairs to their room. He just hoped the bulge in his pants from his erection wouldn't be seen by everyone in the hotel. The next afternoon as they drove up to the village to find Gil they were both quiet, anticipating what they hoped would be a sex filled afternoon or evening. Lenny was dressed more casually this time; her skirt was still short, not as short as last time, but more casual. Underneath she had on stockings and a garter belt, which made her feel awfully sexy, and between that and the thought of again having sex with Gil she was getting very excited. When they got to their destination Karl pulled up in front of the Bed and Breakfast, and noticed that the garage was closed. They both got out and went up to the door, and Karl rang the bell. A woman, a young nice looking woman, came to the door. "Bonjour Monsieur, vous voulez une chambre?" She asked. Karl was taken aback, he'd expected Gil. They didn't want a room as such, and he didn't have his phrase book handy. "Non...non merci. Je..nous cherchons Gil." The woman smiled at him. "Ah, mon mari, il va à Grasse. Il va acheter des choses pour le garage, pour les voitures." Ah, of course, he'd gone for some car parts. He turned and explained to Lenny. The woman glance at Lenny, then asked him what he wanted with Gil. Karl explained that they had stayed there a couple of nights ago and wanted to talk to him. "Vous avez passé la nuit ici, chez nous?" She asked, surprised. She tried to explain that she had been in Toulon for a few days with her sister, and after a few minutes Karl understood the problem. Gil hadn't told her that there had been guests, and there wasn't any money or anything to show for it. She looked again at Lenny, then asked them. "You English? I speak English assez bien." Karl said, "No we're Americans." She turned to Lenny. "You sleep 'ere all night? Where you sleep?" Lenny's face got red. "Well...I ...we slept upstairs, in the room on the left. No, on the right." "I think we'd better be going." Karl said and turned to go. Lenny wanted to run. But the woman persisted, and held her arm. "You sleep left room or right room? Maybe you sleep both room. Maybe you no sleep toute la nuit." Gil's wife was beginning to enjoy this. She knew what had happened, because it had happened before, and seeing Lenny get so embarrassed, she knew she must have got it right. Lenny had had sex with Gil, and that's why there was no money. He didn't charge them because he had fucked Lenny. "Non, attendez!" And the woman grabbed Lenny's arm. "You like my 'usband? Il vous a baise? 'E fuck you?" But she pulled away and they both turned down the steps to the car as a van pulled up in front of the garage and Gil got out. He stood there a moment assessing the situation as they got into their car. Gil's wife yelled at him. "Eh, Gil, voici ta pute. Elle veut que tu la baises." And she went in and slammed the door. They drove away quickly, and as they did Lenny asked. "What was she yelling at him?" Karl drove on fast, and Lenny repeated her question. "Well, my love, I think in essence she said, 'Here's your slut. She wants you to fuck her.'" "Oh God, how embarrassing." Lenny hid her face in her hands. "Well, my love, we can go back to the hotel and enjoy ourselves." Karl told her. "No, Karl, this has been such a fiasco that all I want to do now is go back to the hotel and get drunk, THEN maybe we can enjoy ourselves." When they go back to the hotel Lenny went into the bar while Karl went up to the room. She sat by the window and ordered scotch and water from the waiter. As she sipped her drink she heard a voice behind her. "Hello love, all by yourself?" It was the good-looking man from the beach yesterday. "Yes, until my husband gets here." "Can I sit with you until then?" "Certainly, but you have to be careful, my husband is very jealous, and will punch you in the nose when he gets here." "That's okay, I've been punched out before and survived." He laughed. "I almost didn't recognize you with a shirt on. My name's Chucker Payne, what's yours?" He asked her. "Lenny, and you know you're very cheeky." "Cheeky?" He smiled "Yes, talking about my shirt." "Well, I liked it better off." Lenny looked at him quizzically. "You're English, aren't you?" "No Doll, don't be so insulting, I'm no Pommie. I'm an Aussie, Australian." He pronounced it "Ozzie". "Your accent sounds English, sorry. What are doing here, so far from home?" She asked him. "I'm running away from home, and I don't have an accent. My speech is normal, you're the one with the accent. My family wants to put me to work, but I don't want to. We got plenty of money, why do we all have to work? What are you doing here?" "Karl and I are on our honeymoon." She smiled at him. What a lovely man she thought to herself. "Lucky devil, Karl. Here, you've finished your drink, let me buy you one." So when Karl came back she was on her second. He looked annoyed that she was talking to another man, but Lenny introduced them, and they chatted for a while. It turned out that Chucker's family were in the same business as Karl's, mining, so that led to more conversation, until Chucker said: "Y'know what, I'm peckish, why don't you two join me for dinner?" "Okay, but let me buy." Said Karl "No, and not here. We'd have to get dressed, wouldn't we? There's a very nice little restaurant just down the street, more cozy than this." "Why don't we just split the check?" Said Lenny. "But if we're going to walk I have to change." "You look fine to me," Chucker said. "Maybe, but I ought to change my stockings." And Lenny stood up. "Still looks good, maybe even better. " He said as he looked at her legs. "Yes, sweetheart, don't bother, you'll be all right." Karl said. "Okay, but if my stockings start to slip you'll both get a knee where it hurts." The restaurant that Chucker took them to was charming, with candles on the tables, dimly lit, and a pianist playing light classical music, giving it a very romantic atmosphere. Chucker sat down beside Lenny and they all ordered from the prix fixe, the set menu, which turned out to be an excellent choice, and Chucker ordered an expensive bottle of wine, saying that he'd pay for that separately. Karl and Chucker started to talk about mining, so after a few minutes Lenny asked them to stop. "No shop talk, please, you're both here to entertain me." "Sorry, darlin'" Chucker said and he put his hand on her knee. "What shall we talk about then?" "First of all, putting your hand on my knee does not constitute entertainment, but I'll let that pass for now." She was getting pretty mellow from all that she'd had to drink. "What does Chucker mean, what's it short for?" "Well I was baptized Charles, and in Australia Chucker is short for Charles. Next question." "Where's your wife?" Lenny asked. "Innocent. No wife." He replied. "Girl friend?" "Now you're getting personal." And he gave her knee as squeeze. "I like hunting, and I'm continually on the prowl. Nothing right now though, except, like I say, I'm continually on the prowl." And his hand moved up her thigh. "Have you had any luck in Nice?" Karl asked him. "Well, I'm working on something, and you'll know if it works out." Lenny reached under the table and tried to push his hand away. Reluctantly he moved it. The small talk continued, but Lenny meanwhile was trying to reattach a garter which had slipped while they'd been walking. "You okay, Lenny?" Karl asked, seeing her struggling under the table. "I told you I should have changed stockings before we came out. Now one has slipped, and it's all your fault." "One what?" Karl asked. "A garter." Chucker wasn't following and asked them. "What's this all about?" There was silence for a minute, then Lenny thought she'd better explain. "I'm wearing a garter belt to hold up my stockings. What do YOU call it? Anyway one of the stockings has slipped, and if you'll promise not to look I'm going to reattach it." And she pulled her skirt up as discreetly as possible and tried to fix it. Chucker looked, of course, then said: "Oh I see, a suspender belt. That's very sexy, I'm glad you didn't change, I like sexy underwear." "You do? Well, except for a glimpse just now, you can't see it, and it's very rude of you to look, and then to remark on it." "You're right I can't see your underwear, but I can use my imagination, oh, and I apologize for being rude." He smiled. Dinner went very well, and was delicious. Onion soup, followed by lightly grilled sole meuniere, thinly sliced duck, ratatouille and a mouth watering selection of dessert. Before they left Lenny went to the toilet, and while she was gone Karl said to Chucker: "Lenny likes you. Maybe you'd like to come up to our room for a few minutes when we get back." "Your wife's an absolute doll. I'd love to come up." They left to walk back to the hotel, Lenny walking between the two men. As they walked they talked about how lovely Nice and its surroundings were – and Chucker discreetly touched her bottom as they walked. When they reached the hotel they started to say goodnight, but Karl said again, "Let's order liqueurs sent up to our room and we can chat some more." All agreed and he went over and asked for room service to be sent up, and they went up on the elevator. Once inside the room they sat talking, Lenny and Chucker on the couch and Karl in a chair opposite. A young man from room service came in and they ordered, then Karl got up and went to the bathroom. After he left Chucker leaned over and kissed Lenny. She made token resistance, then avidly returned his kiss, while his hand went to her breast. Soon her blouse and bra were off and he was sucking on one of her nipples. Karl came back and as he passed the door there was a knock so Karl opened it. Lenny made a grab for her blouse, but it was on the floor, out of reach. The young man who brought their liqueurs was confronted with Lenny searching wildly for something to cover herself, Chucker sitting next to her, startled, with his hand halfway up her skirt. He didn't blink an eye, but came over, and as they watched open mouthed, put the drinks down on the low table in front of them and left with a large tip from Karl. They all laughed when he left, and Karl said: "Sorry, I didn't even think about him seeing you." "He probably sees more than that all the time." Chucker laughed. They all took a sip of the liqueurs and Karl said he was sorry for interrupting, as Lenny sat naked from the waist up, partially covering herself with her hands. Karl said he'd leave if they wanted. Chucker asked Lenny if she minded and she shook her head. He kissed her again as Karl sat across from them watching with fascination. Chucker moved again to kiss Lenny as his hand fondled her breast, then he kissed the breast nearest him as Lenny sat, head back, eyes closed, and then his hand went up her skirt as she sat with legs crossed. He moved back to tell Karl. "This is a wonderful woman you have here Karl. Thank you for sharing her with me." She uncrossed her legs and he slipped his hand up between them, exploring, finding the soft inner thigh above her stocking top, then met her panties. He slipped his fingers under the leg and found her pubic hair, and in center of her soft hair the moist spot. He pulled his hand back. "Take off your knickers darlin'" He said softly, and she raised up, pulled her skirt up and took her panties off, throwing them across the room in Karl's general direction. She sat, legs slightly parted and skirt pulled up as he fingered her. Opposite them Karl sat transfixed, watching his bride being seduced by this strange man, this Australian who was so sure of himself as he moved ahead. Lenny sighed deeply as the man touched the sensitive parts of her vagina. Karl wanted to watch them, and she was giving him a good view, with her skirt pulled up and her legs open. "I'm going to fuck you Lenny." Chucker whispered in her ear. "But first I'm going to lick that little thing." As Karl watched he knelt down between her legs and started to lick her. For Karl this was sweet torment, seeing Chucker go down on her and hearing Lenny moan, leaning back with her eyes closed and the quiet – lap, lap, lap – of Chucker's tongue. After several minutes of this, they got up and Lenny took his hand and led him into the bedroom. Karl felt disappointed, he wanted to watch them from here, but now should he follow? Would he be able to watch in the bedroom? He got up and walked across the room to where the bedroom door was half-open. He watched them undressing, and Lenny take off her skirt and lay it on a chair, but Chucker stopped her from taking off her stockings. "No, leave them on. I like that." He watched them as they kissed and slowly fell back on the bed, then Lenny opened her legs and Chucker nestled down between them and slowly thrust his penis into her wet, waiting vagina. Karl watched as they kissed and kissed and the Australian started to fuck her slowly, with deep thrusts, then he quickened his pace, until he was pounding her, and Lenny, Karl's sweet bride, started her intermittent monologue – " Fuck me .........fuck me hard..........that's it, right there.......oh shit, oh God.....I love that.......I love you...........That's it...harder..harder...yes...yes...yes...Aaaaaah, oh God yes." And Karl, the audience, watched this wonderfully erotic dance as they writhed on the bed. Pausing to change position, then back to more pounding, until with a series of hard thrusts and a couple of deep groans, the man shot his load of sperm into his wife's vagina. After they lay there embracing for several minutes, the Australian rolled off Lenny and walked past Karl to the toilet, saying as he did, "Thank you." Karl stood up and looking down at his wife, quickly undressed. She opened her eyes and smiled at him and he bent over and kissed her mouth, then kneeling beside the bed he kissed her breast and kissed and sucked her nipple. Then her soft flat stomach, her mound, then standing, he got up on the bed and knelt between her legs. Her vagina was still open from its recent pounding, and something white was oozing from it, Chucker's semen. She smelled of sweat and a man's cologne in addition to her own natural odor. He lowered his head and tentatively licked her, then, as if inspired by the smell and taste, started to lick frenziedly, swallowing the other man's juices. For Lenny it was heaven, even though she was still sensitive from the recent sex. Soon though, he moved over her and inserted his hard penis into her wet, eager vagina. Chucker had come back, and stood in the doorway while they now twisted and turned in an orgy of lust, with words of love and lust flowing from Lenny. This had nothing to do with love, this was pure animal lust. When they were done they lay for several minutes with Lenny's legs wrapped around him. Then they both sat up and saw Chucker standing there. "Wow that was really something." He said, "I hope I performed as well. What do you think, Lenny?" "I enjoyed all of it. But now I'm tired, and need to go to sleep." "You must be tired." Karl said, "But it was wonderful, the best ever." The two men moved back into the other room, both still naked. Chucker repeated his pleasure in what had just happened, and said he hoped this could happen again. Karl told him they were leaving in about a week, but said that if Lenny wanted it, it was okay with him. Chucker dressed and went into the bathroom. As he peed he noticed a vial of pills, and when he looked at them, he realized they were Lenny's contraceptive pills. He looked at them for a moment, then with a smile slipped them into his pocket. Karl was still sitting there naked, and as Chucker left, he said he hoped he'd see them in the morning at breakfast. Karl sat there thinking about what had just happened and hoping he could make it happen again, when the phone rang. It was 11:30, who could it be at this hour? A French Honeymoon Ch. 02 He answered it and heard his father on the other end. "I can never get the time difference straight, what time is it there?" Karl told him, "Oh shit, I'm sorry, I hope I didn't disturb you." His father said, "But I have an important job for you" He went on to say that he'd like Karl to go up to Paris on Tuesday, to a meeting with a group of European mining representatives. He'd email the information to Karl's laptop tonight. There was more talk about the importance of the meeting and so on. After they hung up Karl went to bed and when Lenny drowsily asked what the call was about he gave her a brief explanation. Next morning they got up late and went down to breakfast. Chucker had already eaten apparently. As they talked Lenny said she couldn't find her pills. "Pills, what pills?" Karl asked. "You know, my pills, so I won't get pregnant." "Oh, those pills. What do you suppose you did with them?" They'd nearly finished breakfast when Chucker appeared and came over to their table. "Mornin'" he said, "Sleep well?" "Sit down." Karl told him. "Have a cup of coffee. I have a favor to ask of you." They drank coffee and Karl told him about the call he'd had from his father, and that he'd have to go up to Paris for at least one day, maybe two. "The favor is that you entertain Lenny while I'm gone." Chucker and Lenny looked at each other and smiled. "Of course I will, I'd be delighted." The Australian answered. When they went back up to the room she looked again for her pills without any success. "I hope you find them, should we go to a doctor and get a prescription?" "No, you're going to have to buy some condoms!" Lenny said, then saw the look on his face and said. "Just kidding. I think I'm okay, according to my calculations this is a safe period, for about the next two weeks." That evening they all had a dinner in the hotel dining room. Dinner in the hotel was more formal than in the restaurant they'd visited the previous night, and Lenny wore a blue dress, low-cut, and short enough to show off her legs. "Why do you let your wife dress like that?" Chucker asked. "It's unfair to other women." "I know, isn't it awful?" Karl said. "But she insists on dressing like a tart." Lenny ignored this chatter for a few minutes, then said. "Look at you two, in ties and jackets. Someone has to brighten things up." "God bless you Lenny." Chucker said. "For your looks, your body, especially your legs. And everything else." "Thank you, kind sir. For your.......everything else." Lenny answered. After dinner Lenny and Chucker went for a walk while Karl rechecked the email from his father. They talked about life in Australia while they walked, and it seemed very appealing to Lenny. He told her that you could find almost any climate you wanted, from searing desert to snow covered mountain; from tropics in the north to a climate like California or the Mediterranean in the south. He also told her that prostitution was very open in many communities, and Lenny, thinking of how things were at home, was amazed. He told her that women from good homes sold their bodies just for fun. "Would you like to do that Lenny?" Chucker asked her. "Is that how I look to you Chucker, like a whore?" She went on to tell him that until recently, she'd led a pretty sheltered life, and that she'd avoided sex, mainly due to her mother's warnings about pregnancy and disease. She'd had sex with her boyfriend in college finally. Then she and Karl didn't have sex until they were married, and that was just over a month ago. When she told him about the incident with Gil, and how that had affected both her and Karl, he shook his head. "So that's what started all this." He said. "I thought you were a regular swinger, the way you reacted to me." "Well," She said, "I'd been drinking and had been really turned on at the thought of seeing Gil again. I guess that first night with Gil was prostitution – I gave my body for a nice warm bed and breakfast. A real whore wouldn't have given herself so cheaply. It was fantastic though, whatever you want to call it." He put his arm around her and gave her a hug. "Let's just call it lust. If that's being a prostitute there are a lot of married – and unmarried – women in the world who are whores." "And the men," Lenny asked. "What are they?" "Ah, well now, I suppose you call them bounders, or rogues. It's different for men, as every one knows." He laughed, and Lenny gave him a sharp poke in the ribs. She said she'd like to visit Australia, he made it sounds so wonderful. He told he'd love that, and that she could bring Karl if she liked. When they got back to the hotel Chucker was going to go to his room, but Lenny told him it was still early, and she'd like him to come up for a drink. "I'm sorry love, but I have some important calls to make back home. I'm supposed to be doing a few things for the business while I'm here, but I'll come down in the morning and have breakfast with you. Tell Karl to call me in the morning." He said. Lenny looked so wonderful, and he desperately wanted to repeat the experience of the night before, but he had an obligation to meet. If he didn't, there'd be no money, and he'd have to go home. Looking forward to the next few days, 'entertaining' Lenny, only a madman would leave now. That night Lenny and Karl had sex. It wasn't fantastic for Lenny, as the sex had been with Gil and then with Chucker, but good solid lay-on-your back-and-spread-you-legs-and-I'll-fuck you kind of sex. Very satisfying. Lenny started to feel as if she was falling in love with this man. The fucking with the others was super though and she was beginning to look forward to more while Karl was away. They were just finishing breakfast when Chucker appeared and they talked as he shared a cup of coffee with them. Karl told them to enjoy themselves while he was gone. "I think you know what I mean," He went on. "Use our suite if it's more comfortable." Then they drove him to the train station, and made sure he was on the train before they went back to the hotel. They went up to the suite, and it suddenly seemed so empty. Chucker went up to his room to clean up then came back down to find Lenny waiting. They sat on the couch and kissed while he fondled her breasts. More heavy kissing followed, deep throat kissing while he slipped his hand under her skirt and she opened her legs for him. "A man could easily fall in love with you, sweet Lenny." Chucker told her. "A man shouldn't do that." She replied, as she felt his fingers touching her sensitive parts. "Because I'm in love with someone else. The fucking's great, let's keep it on that basis." "Karl? You love Karl, your husband? That is so fucking passé I can't believe it." "Yes, and just now I feel uncomfortable sitting here doing this when he isn't here." And she pushed his hand away. "Let's go for a drive somewhere and this evening we'll have a nice dinner, then fuck all night." Chucker had heard of a nice place for lunch in the foothills of the Alps, and he went upstairs to change into shorts. When he came down Lenny had a short denim skirt on which showed off her fine legs as usual, which made him exclaim: "Magnifique! As they say in France." Soon they were on their way, with Lenny driving. A French Honeymoon Lenny came in and Karl glanced up at her. "God she looks great." He thought. But he was also bothered remembering what had happened the night before. "I can't find my underwear, my nice black panties." Lenny told him as she sipped the steaming coffee. "Not a big problem except that I don't want to leak on my skirt. I've looked everywhere, even in Gil's room." "Gil? That's his name?" "Yes. I've used some tissue for now, so it should be okay until we get back to Nice." "Oh, so you are coming back to Nice with me. I thought you might want to stay here." Silence. "Sorry, that was a joke." He went on. Lenny looked at him. "Karl, maybe I should say I'm sorry for what happened, but I'm not." "I didn't think you were. Actually, though, something's been bothering me about that." "What's that?" She asked. "I enjoyed it too!" He blurted out, red-faced. "What? You enjoyed me having sex with another man?" She sat up and looked at him open mouthed. All this time she thought he hated the whole thing, but this admission surprised her. "It's difficult for me to talk about," Karl said. "Maybe this evening after a couple of drinks I'll be able to discuss it with you. Hearing the noise from the bedroom, hearing you saying things to...to Gil, well, as I said, we'll talk about it this evening." Gil came in. "C'est fait! C'était très simple. Allons, je vous montrerai. " Karl got up and went with him to the car. "Voyez, cette petit tube était coupe. Et voila, c'est fait. " "Merci, Gil. " Karl thought for a moment. "Et si je vous paie pour ca, combien est-il?" He still wants to pay me, Gil thought. " Eeeh, je ne sais pas.....Une demi-heure....ca fait......peut-être, vingt-cinq Euros. " Karl was smiling. "Et pour la chambre et le petit-déjeuner? " "Soixante Euros. " Gil answered. Still smiling, Karl said. "Ca fait." He looked at his phrase book. "Quatre-vingt cinq Euros. Ce n'est pas cher pour une putain, n'est ce pas? " Gil stood still, glaring at Karl for just a moment, then "Cochon! Votre femme est une belle femme, une vraie dame. Jamais putain." He spat, slammed down the hood of the car, then walked away. Lenny came out. "What was that about?" She asked. "I'll explain on the way to Nice." Karl said. "Are you ready to go?" "Just a minute, I want to say goodbye to Gil." "Of course." She went into the house. Found Gil who was clearing the table. "Au revoir, Gil. Last night, la nuit est tres bonne - was wonderful." "For me aussi. You come back. I love you again toute la nuit." They kissed long and deep. Then Lenny turned and walked out to the car. As they drove away, Lenny asked Karl what all the fuss was about just now. "Well, I asked your friend Gil, your lover Gil, how much the room and fixing the car would have cost. He said 85 Euros. I said that was cheap for a piece of ass." And he laughed. "He was furious that I implied you were a whore." "Yes, I can understand that. Gil is very nice." Lenny said. Meanwhile Gilbert had gone back up stairs, he went into his room, opened a draw and took out a pair of black panties. He closed his eyes and buried his nose in them.