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100% Pure Sex Ch. 01

By: fliperotica



Sun, sex and seduction on the French Riviera

Susan sat where the gentle waves could lap at her feet. It was warm enough in the sun, but she didn't like swimming unless it was really hot. Like tomorrow was forecast to be. She was content enough to sit and look out over the waters and marvel at the colour of the Mediterranean.

She heard soft footsteps on the sand approaching her from behind and she was aware of her heartbeat quickening. The dark, muscular body that sat down close beside her was not her husband.

A quick glance over her shoulder confirmed that Matt was 20 metres or so behind her, further up the beach. He appeared to be re-reading his screenplay as usual. Clara was lying topless face-down on a towel next to him. Susan turned quickly back to scan the horizon in front of her.

"C'est incroyable!" Julien almost whispered as he took his place beside Susan.

She didn't look at him. Her pulse leaped again. She was nervous, excited, and embarrassed all rolled up together. Just the fact of being topless in public had taken her out of her comfort zone from the start. Susan kept telling herself that it was all perfectly normal in France. Although no-one would have thought any worse of her if she hadn't followed Clara's lead in effortlessly stripping down to her bikini bottoms.

Susan considered her breasts to be one of her best assets. Matt had told her so often enough over the years to reinforce that. They were round and luscious and desirable - and Susan knew it. And, deep down, she wanted to show them off to Julien too.

After 18 years of marriage, Matt's physical attentions had been gradually dwindling. Not his love for her, mind you. That remained as strong as ever.

But now, suddenly - surprisingly perhaps - they seemed to be on the verge of both getting what they wanted from this trip: Matt the chance to spruik his script to a big name director, Susan to get a little sizzle back into her life.

And it was all thanks to a fortuitous meeting with Julien and Clara 2 nights ago.

What was that old saying? "Be careful what you pray for!"

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Julien eased his body down onto the hard sand beside Susan. He knew that she didn't know much French, but it didn't take a genius to figure out what "C'est incredible" meant. Nor to understand just what he was referring to!

All day Julien had taken whatever chance he could to compliment her, and yet always in a way that could possibly be construed as something else. Even now: if challenged he could simply say he was referring to the stunning view of the ocean.

Susan kept looking out across the sea. "Thank you," she said softly to him.

Julien was sure that she had understood the implication of his comments. Thus far she had always seemed to take him at his literal words, but now a smile played at the corners of her lips. This was the first time she had acknowledged that his comment had really been about her.

He smiled inwardly. This was starting off very promisingly indeed. It seemed like Clara was going to be right. Again.

His wife seemed to have a gut instinct about people. Julien had witnessed the fruits this had borne many times now and knew better than to question her judgment in such matters. There was no way he would have picked these two for instance. An average suppressed English couple he had taken them for, so he was surprised to find Clara inviting them to back to their villa for several days after meeting them on the TGV from Paris to Avignon.

There was no doubt that Susan was beautiful. And there were signs she was beginning to thaw out already. Probably overlooked and ignored by a husband obsessed with his precious script. The sort of situation Julien was only too experienced in exploiting.

Clara would have the tougher challenge for sure, wresting Matt's attention away from his pet project. Although there was no doubt that Clara had the wiles - and the assets - to do it.

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Clara smiled as her husband went over to sit next to Susan. She had high hopes for this couple. There would be a fair bit of resistance to break through first, but in instances like this a small crack might be all that was needed. Clara had seen several times before how tiny fissures in long-held defenses could open up dramatically, leading to a powerful explosion of pent-up passion.

This was exactly what she was hoping for here. Susan and Matt - strict moral code the both of them; the explosive release would be all the sweeter. So much more intense and satisfying than breaking in virgins, she thought to herself. Virgins were almost always too timid and unsure of themselves in bed. These two, however, had had years of experience - although admittedly only with each other.

Susan was the more attractive of the two really. At 41 she was the same age as Clara, and both of them would easily be mistaken for at least a decade younger.

Matt was a little on the paunchy side, and certainly couldn't match the ruggedly handsome physique of her own husband. Hopefully this would encourage a few naughty thoughts from Susan! Clara had witnessed many times just how many women lusted after such a body as Julien had.

But Clara didn't begrudge her side of the deal at all. Physically Matt was a bit flabbier than she would have preferred, but this was of secondary importance. No, what mattered most of all was that he was clearly a man of action, a man of passion and creativity. He would be dynamite, Clara was sure....if only she could supply the flame!

She looked over her shoulder. Julien and Susan were sitting near the waters edge - so close together they were almost touching. Beside her, sitting in a low beach chair, for all the world blind to this and to Clara's own semi-naked form, Matt was thumbing through his well-worn screenplay. She sighed. Perhaps she should have worn the G-string bikini bottoms after all. But no, she didn't want to excite any strong jealousy from Susan too early.

Clara decided she needed to do something to step things up a notch, jealousy or not. Susan seemed rather occupied right now though. With any luck she might not even notice.

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Matt was in a state of suppressed excitement because of the woman next to him on the beach. She was undeniably gorgeous and sexy, but it was the fact that she was possibly going to affect a personal introduction to several international film producers that was setting him on edge.

So much so that he had even brought his scripts down to the beach with him. He was oblivious to his wife and Julien moving off to sit at the waters edge.

Clara's voice sexy French voice intruded on his thoughts. "Could you do me a favour, Matt?"

As he looked over she pushed herself up and reached over into her bag for something, her breasts on clear display. Matt certainly didn't mind that sort of an interruption to his work!

Clara brought forth a bottle of sunscreen. "Would be so kind as to put some on my back?" she said softly.

Matt was secretly thrilled to be allowed some direct skin contact with his beautiful hostess. He briefly wondered if perhaps her husband should be doing it though. It was then he noticed that Julien seemed rather occupied with Susan. Matt felt a slight pull of jealousy, but he also felt a strong trust in his wife's fidelity. Anyway, he couldn't really be jealous of her when he was about to be rubbing lotion on another woman's back!

He set to work applying the sunscreen as Clara settled back down on her towel. Her brown skin was warm from several minutes in the sun. He made sure he took his time rubbing the cream in well. He was aware of a stirring his his loins as he felt her supple back and noticed the swell of her breasts out to either side of her.

Boldly he rubbed the cream down her sides too, ever so slightly involving the sides of her breasts too. Clara was smiling as she sat up suddenly.

"I'd ask you to do my front too, but perhaps not in present company," she said with a wink.

Matt hurriedly lay down on his towel whilst she applied sunscreen liberally to her own breasts. He picked up his scripts again, but this time his thoughts were drifting. Just what was she implying by that? It sounded like she wanted him to rub her chest with the cream, and that if circumstances were different she would have. Could she really mean that? And if so, would he have done it? He was pretty sure Susan wouldn't approve of such a thing - but would that have been enough to turn down such an invitation?

Matt was pretty sure he would not have been able to resist such an offer. He could always claim that there was nothing sexual in it. Although the tenting of his pants as he imagined such a scenario begged to differ.

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"Would you like to borrow a dress for this evening, Susan?"

Clara was pouring some chilled water from the fridge. The two women had replaced their bikini tops for the walk back to the villa, and Susan couldn't help noticing with annoyance how obvious Clara's nipples were through the fabric, hardening with the cool inside air. She wished now she herself hadn't put a t-shirt on over her own bikini.

Susan smiled at Clara though. "Are we really going out?"

"Monte Carlo is just up the road," Clara replied, handing around the drinks.

"Oooh," Susan said. She looked over to her husband who had possibly been staring at Clara's chest too. "Can we afford it?"

Julien spoke before Matt had a chance to reply. "This will be our - how do you say in English 'call'?"

"Shout", Matt corrected. "Really, I insist that we will shout you dinner tonight. It's only fair. I mean you're giving us free accommodation for several nights."

"Plus you're taking us out sailing tomorrow," Susan joined in.

Julien's eyes sparkled. "I hadn't forgotten, ma cherie."

Clara finished her drink. "Well perhaps you boys can stock up on food for tomorrow, whilst we ladies attend to our evening wear. Madam?" she turned to Clara and held out her hand.

Susan laughed, took the hand that was offered her, and was led away.

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Julien had tossed up in his mind whether to sit beside Susan at dinner, or opposite her. He chose the latter, opting to gaze at her beautiful figure as much as possible. Clara had convinced her to wear a white satin backless dress with a fairly plunging neckline to match. He approved of the choice very much.

A jazz band began to play as they were waiting for their desserts. Several couples left their tables to dance in a small area beside the band.

Julien turned to his wife sitting beside him. "Care for a dance?"

"Not in these heels. I'll do myself an injury."

He looked across at Matt who was seated diagonally opposite. "May I be so bold as to ask to borrow your wife for a dance?"

Matt shrugged and looked at Susan. "Sure - I'm not much of a dancer, but Susan loves it."

Julien took Susan's hand and led her into some clear space. He led her through some moves and was pleased to find her keeping up easily.

"You move your body well," he complimented. He noticed Susan blush and quickly added, "I mean you dance very good."

"Oh, I haven't danced for years. Though I did do lessons at school."

Julien kept his body close, but not too close. By the third song his hands had crept into contact with the naked skin of her back. He could feel her body tremble as they swayed together to the slower music. He felt his own pulse quicken. The close proximity of this gorgeous woman was having it's effect on him down below too.

Gradually he maneuvered his body even closer to Susan's. He wanted her to feel for herself the effect she was having on him. He heard a soft gasp, a rapid intake of breath, and knew she could feel his erection gently pressing into her. Julien being taller than she it was pressing just above her pubic bone.

He felt her body stiffen and prayed she wouldn't run from the dance floor. He kept up a gentle rhythmic swaying to the music and gradually Susan relaxed again. Julien breathed a sigh of relief.

The song ended, but another slow tempo song replaced it. Susan made no move to distance herself from his body. In fact, after a few more minutes she rested her head against his chest.

Julien smiled to himself, and wondered whether it was too soon to move his hands a bit lower.

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Matt finished his glass of Cote du Rhone and looked across at the glamorous beauty across the table. He sat with his back to the band and the small dance-floor. He saw Clara's eyes flick over his shoulder and then back.

"You don't mind my husband dancing with your wife, do you?"

Matt smiled and didn't even deign to look himself. "I'm not really the jealous type," he declared confidently.

Clara smiled too. "Neither am I." The fingers of her left hand played with the stem of her wine glass. "I couldn't possibly be married to Julien if I was."

"Oh?" Matt arched an eyebrow inquiringly.

"Well, there are so many other women...". She left the comment to hang in the air between them.

Matt couldn't resist discovering what she meant by that. "Which means what, exactly?"

"We are an open couple." She emphasized the word "open" to make an obvious point.

"He is free to pursue his pleasure with whomever he wants." She paused for effect, and then Matt felt her leg press into his own under the table. "And so am I," she purred.

Matt felt a thrill of nervous tension charge through his body. His heart rate jumped. He felt the surge of his erection in the tightness of his pants. His mouth was suddenly dry and his mind swirled with thoughts, wondering where this conversation was headed. He made no effort to pull his leg away from her touch though.

"You both...take other partners?" Matt blurted out. He own voice sounded slightly raw to his ears. He quickly poured himself some water.

"As our desires dictate," she replied cooly watching him.

Matt swallowed half a glass at a single gulp. He leg remained pressed against his own.

"How long have you been together?"

"We've been married 12 years."

"I can't imagine how that can work."

Clara smiled. Her leg was gently rubbing against his now. "It's actually quite simple. There's love, and there's sex. We don't pretend that they are both the same thing like most other couples do."

Matt tried to consider the logic of this, though her flirtatious behaviour under the table was messing with his mind.

"You can't say you or Susan have never had a crush on someone else, or a secret fantasy? No-one is as innocent as all that! Eventually all couples will be unfaithful to each other - even if it's just in their own minds. But that doesn't necessarily spell the end of that relationship, does it? Julien and I just put our boundaries a bit further out, that's all."

"I'm sure it's not as simple as all that."

Clara laughed and shook her head. "I assure you that it is. We find it's healthier for us to act on our desires rather than secretly bottle them up." Clara's leg continued to rub gently but insistently against his own. "Julien and I love each other passionately - you've seen that, surely?"

Matt nodded. "But if you love each other, why not stay faithful to each other?"

"But that's just the point - we're not being unfaithful. It can't be cheating if we both agree to it, can it?"

Matt's bulging erection was making it hard for him to think. There seemed to be no logical rebuttal to such an argument!

Clara put a hand on his thigh underneath the table, making him jump slightly. "With Julien it's love, but with the others it's only sex. 100% pure sex." Matt seemed rooted to the spot, speechless. Clara smiled. "Just relax. Let pleasure come where it will." She motioned her head in the direction of the dance-floor behind him. "See? It's not too hard to do."

Matt turned in his seat. His wife was was facing away from, her arms around Julien as they swayed slowly to the music. Julien's face was slightly turned away from them, so Matt couldn't see his expression. What he could see clearly though, was that both of his hands were cupping Susan's ass!

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The valet brought the BMW M6 to the small group waiting on the curb. Susan half-dreaded yet half-wanted to be seated next to Julien for the drive home. She wasn't given an option though, as Clara directed her and Matt to sit in the back while she quickly hopped into the passenger seat beside her husband.

Perhaps she's jealous after all. Susan wondered for the first time whether Clara might have seen Julien fondling her ass.

As they threaded their way through Monaco back up to the motorway, Susan was silent as the others chatted happily. She was re-living her dance with Julien - his hands wandering teasingly down her bare back to her ass, his manhood pressing into her from the front.

Prior to leaving, Susan had to make a quick trip to the toilet in order to clean up her sopping cunt. It was all a bit in vain though; she suspected she was just as wet again right now!

Susan now noticed Clara's arm was reaching across to Julien. She made as if she were adjusting her position in her seat, but really took a quick look over at the drivers seat. Clara's hand was rubbing a large bulge in Julien's crotch.

Two can play at that game! Susan thought. She reached over and put her hand in Matt's lap, cupping his dick. He looked at her in surprise. He gave a nod of his head in the direction of Clara, as if to say "She will see you if she just turns around our way".

Susan ignored this. She just smiled, turned her head to look out her window and kept on massaging the now stiffening lump in Matt's lap. If only he realised that Clara was doing exactly the same thing to her own husband!

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Julien felt his wife's hand sneak into his lap. When they were alone in the car, and even sometimes when they weren't, Julien would unzip his fly to allow Clara free access to his swollen cock.

He debated for a few moments whether or not to unzip now, but decided not to. He didn't want to freak Susan and Matt out at this juncture.

He found the motorway, and accelerated as his wife continued her loving. He thought back over the evening as Clara both pleasured and tortured him with the same movements.

Susan's dress had allowed so much access at the back that it was almost impossible not to touch her naked skin whilst dancing with her. He had felt her body tremble at his initial contact. He had noted the soft intake of her breath as he pressed close to her, letting her feel his arousal. And he had detected a small moan as his hands, after several drawn out minutes of slowly slipping further and further down her back, finally cupped her ass cheeks.

At each of these points he had half expected Susan to step back or disengage or return to the table where her husband was. But she had done none of these things, and it was only the band taking a break that had brought that sensuous encounter to a close.

Julien felt quite encouraged and emboldened. He had known from the start that she would be a hard one to crack. Tonight's experience made him much more hopeful of a successful seduction!

His desire for her was intense, and Clara rubbing his dick wasn't helping him stay very calm! Thankfully it was only a short trip home.

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Clara rubbed her husband's erection through his trousers as he drove. She too longed to get it right out and pump that tall, thick phallus as it stood to it's full height - proud and free. She also resisted the urge.

A subtle movement behind her caught her attention. She turned her head slightly and glanced surreptitiously over her shoulder. Susan's hand was in Matt's lap, stroking him the same way she was doing with Julien.


100% Pure Sex Ch. 01



She gave his cock two quick squeezes in succession. Julien looked over to her, an unspoken question in his expression. Clara gave a tiny nod of her head backwards in the direction of the passenger seat.

Julien didn't bother to try to look for himself, but a smile lit up his features. Clara smiled too. This was all very promising indeed.

The conversation had dropped away as the car sped along the motorway, so Clara turned on the radio, found some late night funk, and then continued her loving ministrations...

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The four of them tumbled out of the car and into the foyer of the grand home. Susan noticed both men were bulging at the groin.

"Nightcap anyone?" Clara offered, though without a lot of enthusiasm.

Matt shook his head. "I'm too tired." He looked over to Susan. "What about you, darling?"

Susan's pent-up desire was raging. She was desperate to get upstairs to the bedroom for a massive fuck session. She tried not to seem too keen in front of their hosts however.

She answered Clara. "Maybe tomorrow night. I think we need to get to bed." She wondered if she detected an attempt by both Clara and Julien to hide their sniggers. She didn't really care at this point.

We'll be gone in another couple of days anyway. We'll never see them again, so who cares what they think about us?

Various "good-nights" were said, and plans for the following day discussed briefly before being interrupted by Matt yawning loudly.

Clara laughed and addressed Susan, "Take him off to bed - quickly."

Together Matt and Susan climbed the stairs and found their room. Susan shut the door firmly then turned and pinned her husband to the wall, kissing him hard on the mouth. Her tongue darted in and out desperately.

Coming up for air she motioned to the king-sized bed. "Get up there and get your gear off. I won't be long." She quickly disappeared into the en suite. She again had to wipe away copious amounts of juices. Matt might not realize but she preferred not to show him how turned she had been whilst dancing with Julien.

She felt again his hardness pressed between their bodies. It thrilled her that her body could arouse Julien so much. And it excited her tremendously that he would dare to display it so obviously to her. She was desperate for a cock inside her right now. She stripped off her dress and shoes quickly, then her underwear.

Susan stepped seductively back into the bedroom. Matt had clearly obeyed her directions. He was stark naked and lying face up in the middle of the bed. Unfortunately he was fast asleep! Susan's jaw dropped. How could he? And after all her playful fondling in the car too!

She slipped into bed next to him. She nearly shook him hard, to wake him and demand some sexual satisfaction! She considered putting her dress back on and going back downstairs. Perhaps Clara and Julien were still up. But surely not. Susan had seen Clara in the car. And Julien surely wouldn't roll over passively like her own husband here. No - Clara was probably even now enjoying that firm meat that only an hour or so ago was pressed up near Susan's own mound.

She spread her legs. Her fingers went inside her and found some more juice. She smeared it up onto her labia and her swollen clit. She thought about how large the bulge in Julien's pants had been, and she imagined what was possibly happening to it right now.

Her fingers stroked harder. And faster.

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Julien led the way down to the harbour. Eze was a much smaller port than nearby Nice, and given he could walk to it from his villa, he preferred to anchor his ship there.

It was nearly midday. They had all slept late after the previous night's outing. The previous half hour had been spent quickly assembling food (and plenty of wine) and putting it into hampers. He and Matt carried the two largest of them.

Halfway to the harbour, the small party threaded their way through small cobblestone lane ways. Several surrounding shops had already begun packing up for siesta.

Clara's phone began to ring and she spoke for a minute or two in French. She seemed quite excited by the call. When she hung up, she turned to Julien.

"Mon cherie, je ne peux pas veneer aujourd'hui."

Turning to Matt and Susan she said, "That was Brunetti's secretary on the phone. He will meet us at 3pm at his office."

Julien saw Matt's jaw drop open as he struggled to digest this information. Julien pretended to be disappointed. "But this is really our only day to go out on the boat."

Clara replied smoothly, "Don't let this stop you. You take Susan out, I'll drive Matt to Cannes, and we'll meet back here for dinner."

Susan looked at her husband, and then at Julien. She seemed to hesitate. Clara jumped in again, "We've prepared all this food too - it would be a shame not to go." She faced Julien directly, "And anyway, if you do you can bring us back some fresh fish for later."

Julien shrugged, as if he was fairly indifferent. "Ok," he said simply. Then he turned to Susan, "Shall we?".

Susan looked over to Matt who was beaming. "Is that alright?"

"Sure - hopefully I'll have some good news later on."

Julien gave Clara a quick wink, then turned and took the hamper Matt was carrying.

"A tout a l'heure" he called and then turned and headed for the harbour again.

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The yacht was magnificent of course. A beautiful 20 meter craft in immaculate condition, it's sides painted a deep rich ochre. Two teenage boys was just finishing hoisting the 2 large sails onto the mast as Susan and Julien approached. Once completed they jumped lightly onto the pier.

Susan watched Julien stride forward to meet them. A brief conversation in rapid French ensued, ending with the two boys laughing and running past Susan, touching their caps to her as they went.

The stern section of the sleek vessel had a rain or sun cover over it, underneath which was a classic nautical steering wheel, a padded bench and an open doorway with steps leading to the rooms below.

Susan's legs felt a little wobbly just standing on the pier, not even having set foot onboard the yacht. The thought of spending the afternoon alone with Julien had sent her heart fluttering in a way it hadn't since the crushes of her teenage past.

She stood admiring his physique as he lifted the food on board and made ready to cast off - his biceps rippling as he unwound the rope tied to the mooring, his cute ass tightening as he bent over.

I really shouldn't be checking him out like this! she thought to herself. Pull yourself together and act like the married woman you are.

It's just harmless, another part of her mind argued. Just innocent, flirty fun.

Julien turned to Susan, smiling. "Come aboard, ma cherie." He bounded onto the ship then turned and offered his hand to Susan.

"Would you putting the food away whilst I start the engine?" he asked, motioning to the cabin.

"Sure thing," Susan replied. She squeezed through the hatchway with the two hampers and descended a few steps. Below was a relatively spacious room. A small kitchenette was against the left side, while the other had a meal table and a communication centre.

Susan stashed the cold meats, cheese and white wine from one hamper in the small refrigerator. She heard some spluttering noises from the rear of the boat. Looking back that way, she could see Julien hunched over the engine at the very rear of the boat. He had taken off his shirt and was muttering in French as the motor turned but failed to properly ignite. A wave of disappointment slapped over Susan like cold water. Several seconds later a throaty roar let her know they would be off after all.

Most things in the second hamper were just plates and crockery, but there were some condiments and dips as well. Susan was a little distracted, trying to keep a discrete eye on Julien whilst unpacking. She failed to notice that the lid on a jar of mayonnaise was loose and as she took it out a large amount spilt over her hands and down the front of her dress.

"Crap!" she swore. "Crap, crap!" She spotted some paper towels and cleaned most up. There was still a rather obvious stain on her dress though.

She quickly rummaged around in the bag she had brought with her. Frowning she began taking some things out, having a more thorough look. After a while she tossed it all back in the bag and headed out to the deck.

Julien smiled at her, then called out over the sound of the motor. "I'm going to switch to the sails as soon as we round that headland." He pointed to his left where a pedestrian promenade ran around a small rocky promontory not far away.

"I've just managed to spill mayonnaise on my dress," Susan said.

"Why don't you put on on your swimming costume and we can wash the dress right now. It'll dry pretty quickly."

"I've already thought of that," Susan replied. "I was sure I'd packed my bathers but now I can't find them."

Julien thought for a moment. "If you go into the bedroom, Clara should have a spare pair of hers somewhere. You're both about the same size. You could borrow one of hers for the day. She won't mind."

Susan nodded and headed back below. The first room had a door at the other side. Opening this Susan found two smaller rooms. The smallest was a bathroom, the other the bedroom. This wasn't particularly spacious - just enough room for a double bed, some drawers on either side and a cupboard. She went in and shut the door.

Going to the drawers on the right, Susan opened the top one and gasped. Inside was a foot-long dildo, a vibrator, hand-cuffs, lube, and a small velvet bag. Fuck, they're a horny couple! she thought. She was about to pick up the bag to find out what was inside when she heard footsteps coming. Flushing she quickly shut the drawer and opened the one beneath. This held swimmers and a towel.

Julien's voice called through the door. "Have you found them?"

"Yes, I think so," she replied.

"Pass out your dress and I'll get it soaking."

Susan slipped out of her dress. Heart pounding with the thrill of being in his bedroom dressed only in panties, she crossed to the door. Standing behind it, she opened it a crack and passed her dress out to him. Julien pulled the door closed again.

Going back to the Clara's drawer, Susan now discovered that there were several different bikini bottoms, but no tops! She searched the other drawers to no avail. In made sense anyway, since Clara had been topless the other day on the beach.

Susan paused. Part of her wanted to go about freely topless, but part of her still felt too shy. Finally she slipped on a pair of hot pink bikini bottoms - ones she never would have chosen to buy for herself! She thought to put her dress back over the top - stain and all - at least until she gathered up a bit more courage. Or at least had some alcohol.

The noise of the motor had gone as she made her way through the kitchenette room. On deck Julien was now at the wheel. Susan had one arm demurely draped over her breasts.

"Actually, maybe I might my dress back on just for while."

Julien pointed to a bucket that sat nearby. Her dress was soaking in it.

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Matt fidgeted through lunch. Clara had driven the two of them to Cannes. She was able to secure a table at her favourite restaurant, despite it being heavily packed with diners.

He was aware he was often only half-listening to Clara through most of the meal. He had rehearsed his pitch hundreds of times in his head over the past year, but nevertheless he went over it again and again, imagining his responses to possible questions.

Sipping on a delicate pastis after a truly superb Creme Brûlée, Clara said innocently, "I wonder how our spouses are getting on?" Something in her tone and facial expression made Matt focus suddenly on the here and now.

"Fairly well, I guess," Matt replied, a slightly uneasy feeling creeping over him.

"Too well, perhaps?"

Matt was silent for a moment. "What do you mean?"

Clara leaned forward. "Come on, you've seen the way they've been flirting together this past day or so."

"So?"

Clara folded her napkin and placed it on her empty plate. "What Julien wants, he usually gets."

Playing dumb Matt said, "And what exactly does he want?"

"Susan."

She said it so simply and directly that Matt was taken aback.

"Well, I don't think he'll have any luck in that department. She's pretty committed to monogamy."

Clara's eyes sparkled. She smiled as she leaned forward, exposing her cleavage to the maximum. "As committed as you are?" she almost purred.

Matt knew he was staring at her breasts when he should be answering the question. The long pause before he could stammer out a reply spoke volumes. "Yes...of course...that is, I mean...she's even more committed than I am!" He blushed deeply.

Clara sat back and pretended to ponder over this information. "I tell you what, I'll make you a - what do call it in English? A wager. A bet."

"Oh?"

"Whatever Susan allows my husband to do her, I'm allowed to do to you."

Matt's mind reeled for a several seconds, struggling to comprehend this. He tried to think it through, to see if there was a catch somewhere.

Matt's cock stiffened in his pants as he looked across at the beautiful woman sitting opposite, her tongue playfully moistening her lips. It was all fiendishly simple really. If Susan kept everything above board with Julien, as Matt expected, then nothing further would happen. And if Susan did happen to stray a bit, then no-one could really complain if Matt got to experience the same in return.

There was really only one thing he could say in the circumstances. "Okay - you're on!," and he shook the hand that was offered to him.

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Julien turned the boat in the direction of Monaco. He knew of a lovely secluded sandy bay that hardly anyone stopped at. It was only a half hour or so with the breeze coming slightly from the west.

He smiled inwardly at Susan's discomfiture when she saw her dress soaking in a bucket. After about 10 minutes of amiable chatter and putting her at ease, he was rewarded with his first sight of her breasts. She had been sitting on the bench nearby as he was at the helm. She steadfastly held her arms across her chest for that length of time.

Finally she stretched out, her face up to the sun, eyes closed momentarily, her golden hair streaming back in the breeze. Julien sucked in his breath, though fortunately she didn't appear to hear.

Her breasts were even more amazing than he had suspected. Their luscious shape and curves he had, of course, noted already. But her areolae were huge! They were divine. He was mentally licking them when she suddenly opened her eyes and turned to him.

"Is it much further? I'm starving!"

Julien looked forwards and saw the headland he was after. "Just around that point. Maybe 5 more minutes."

Susan nodded and closed her eyes once more, drinking in the sunlight. Julien's eyes remained firmly open!

Soon the boat rounded the little point, revealing a small bay with steep rocky sides. Small waves lapped the tiny sandy strip at the base of these. Julien moved to drop anchor. "Do you want to grab the lunch things while I get the row-boat. Susan disappeared below whilst Julien moved to the bow where a small row-boat that doubled as a life-boat was lashed to the side. Soon this was down and in the water and he was helping Susan and the food hamper down into it.

He made quick work of sculling to the shore. He opened the champagne first and poured into two glasses. "To a beautiful day and a beautiful person!" Susan smiled demurely and clinked glasses with him. He himself had selected the antipasto, the cheeses and the fresh baguettes.

Julien found he was rather distracted to completely give himself to enjoying the feast. Partly he was quietly admiring the natural beauty of the woman at his side, but mostly he was planning the rest of the day in his mind. Susan seemed to be relaxing, and perhaps even enjoying being topless. She certainly appreciated his attentive and admiring comments. Now to bring it all home. Swimming and diving in this cove after lunch. Exploring the site of the ancient shipwreck at the eastern edge. Then back to the boat and over to Santos Island. Dinner of freshly caught fish, plenty of wine, romance, and then?

Julien mulled over his next moves.

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Clara was enjoying ensnaring Matt. On the drive over to Cannes she had got him to promise to go shopping with her once their meeting with Brunetti was over. She had not made it clear to him what she'd be shopping for, and he hadn't asked. Skimpy dresses and lingerie were a must. She tossed around in her mind the idea of dragging him to an intimate sex toy shop she knew well. Probably too much too soon, she thought, but I'll keep it as an option depending on how things play out.

Over lunch she'd been able to extract a promise that Matt would let her do to him whatever Julien was able to get Susan to do. Clara was extremely confident in her husband's "persuasive powers". He would tease and tantalize Susan all afternoon. Clara had observed him in action many times with other women. Hell, she'd even experienced it first hand from him herself.

And she was also confident in his chosen "mark". Susan was a hot woman, with high moral standards but recently sexually frustrated. She was like a top-notch champagne - and Julien would do what he could to loosen the cork! Clara reflected that if it ever got to the stage where Susan caught a glimpse of the equipment Julien sported inside his pants, then it was game on!

It was only a ten minute walk from the restaurant to Brunetti's office. Clara noticed Matt sweating. It was certainly very warm, but they were mostly in shade and it was easy downhill walk. Was it her presence, or was her "bet" having this effect on him? Reluctantly, she decided it was far more likely to be the thought of meeting Brunetti in the flesh in a few minutes.

Arranging the meeting had been a very simple thing. Possibly Brunetti would have agreed to it purely based on past experiences, but Clara had thrown in an offer of a private "catch-up" later in the week. They both knew what that would entail without even naming it out loud. He was probably creaming in his pants in his office right now thinking about her.

Brunetti's office was on the third floor of a delightful 18th century building with windows looking down to the port. The meeting itself was rather boring from Clara's point of view. Brunetti seemed genuinely interested in Matt's presentation to him, but Clara couldn't be certain if this was for her sake or not. She had blown him a surreptitious kiss near the start of the meeting but didn't dare openly flirt in case Matt noticed.

Finally the meeting concluded with hand-shakes and kisses. Matt left the room beaming from ear to ear. Clara felt much the same though kept tight control of her expressions. Time for the next phase of her plan...

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Swimming in the tranquil, secluded cove reminded Susan of the last time she had swam with this little on. In fact, that time she had had nothing on! It had been at one of the Greek Islands - Naxos, if she remembered correctly. She and Matt had ridden scooters across the island and found a completely deserted beach. They had both stripped off completely then. A bit of naked frolicking in the surf had led to her first (and only) fuck in the ocean. Or any kind of water actually.

This memory, coupled with the naughtiness of being here with a man other than her husband and who seemed to have some sort of designs on her, made Susan extremely horny. Given the chance to be alone, she would have enjoyed bringing herself to a delicious orgasm. But Julien had taken every opportunity to be alongside her as the afternoon unfolded.




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He stood up now in the shallows, water dripping from his impressive physique. "Time for me to catch our dinner."

"Are you going to fish here?" Susan asked.

"No. We'll go to my secret spot. There's a small island about 2 kilometers from here - there's a great place which has never let me down!"

Susan helped pack up the remains of lunch and they were soon back on board Julien's yacht. As they headed back out into open water, Susan realised just how sheltered that cover had been. The wind had shifted southerly and was quite fresh.

"This is called the mistral," explained Julien. "It's often quite strong on summer afternoons."

The breeze was quite warm, and was full into their faces as the boat headed south.

Julien was at the helm but he motioned for her to come and join him there. "Would you like to steer fro a while?"

He made way for her and she placed her hands on the warm wooden handles of the steering wheel. Julien stood close behind her and kept his hands on the wheel for a while too, almost enclosing her in an embrace. His upper arms touched hers ever so subtly. Every so often, with the rocking of the boat, his chest and her back came into contact too.

"Have you got a firm grip?" Julien's mouth was close to her ear. "It's a lot harder than it appears." With that Susan felt a hard swelling press into her buttocks from behind. She knew it was his cock at once. She had been mesmerised by the size of his package all afternoon - his trunks didn't really leave much to the imagination!

Susan gasped as she felt it press into her backside. Goosebumps spread down her arms along with a tingly sensation. She froze - her mind suddenly blank. She kept her eyes straight ahead to the blue swell of the Mediterranean.

Julien's voice was at her ear again. "Keep the front of the boat straight on to the waves. You want to avoid getting side on to them. We're heading straight out at first, then we'll turn and head for that small island over there."

He pointed, and Susan saw a small speck of land further to the right of their current direction. Julien's hands were only loosely on the wheel now, and Susan was truly in control. The sea was deceptively choppy, and it was rather a struggle to maintain a straight line. She had to constantly shift her weight from one foot to another to maintain her balance. With Julien's body so closely behind her, it meant his cock brushed around all over her buttocks and lower back.

She thought she probably should make some effort to move forward and out of contact, but with Julien acting like it wasn't happening it was somehow easier for her to pretend not to notice. Especially since it was so fucking erotic. There they were, almost in an embrace, and with only 2 thin pieces of material separating them.

Thank goodness her husband couldn't see her now!

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Matt let Clara lead him where she would. He felt like he was walking through the streets of Cannes in a dream. The meeting had gone so spectacularly well. He had had a good hearing. Brunetti had seemed quite interested in his screenplay and had promised to be in touch within a month.

Matt was so thrilled with Clara for introducing him to Brunetti that he could have kissed her. Not that he would though, especially given current circumstances. His mind drifted away from Brunetti and back to Clara. Just what exactly was at play here? Clara had virtually intimated that she would willingly take things further physically if he was willing. She seemed damn certain that Julien was gunning for Susan. And the two of them were out there together - alone on the sea all day. Matt began to feel distinctly uncomfortable about the wager he had just made.

Clara now led him into a classy women's clothing shop. She had insisted that she needed a male perspective. Matt hated shopping with Susan. It was so boring. All the time she was trying on various outfits, there was nothing but other women's clothes to look at!

Still, an hour or so of boredom was a small price to pay now after such a fantastic meeting. Matt reflected on Clara's attitude towards him. I'm probably lucky she didn't demand anything else from me! Just as well it's only shopping. Would I have been able to resist anything else?

Clara seemed to know the staff quite well, and had soon chosen several dresses and disappeared behind a curtained-off area near the back of the shop. Matt milled around quietly. There were no other customers, he noted. And no wonder when he looked at some of the prices of the outfits!

He was soon bored by the range of clothes. He began to daydream about how things might have turned out if Clara had requested something more intimate.

Then she emerged, and he almost gasped aloud. To say her dress was figure-hugging was an understatement. It looked like it had been hand-painted on! She had clearly removed her bra, and possibly her panties as well. Her breasts, freed of one constraint, seemed well held by the dress, which seemed to have been purpose-built to display her impressive cleavage. Her nipples were two distinct nubs pointing straight at him.

She walked a few paces towards him, then swirled around once. He saw her eyes look down to his crotch and she giggled. "I'll take that as a positive response!" She twirled again and headed back to the changing area.

Matt didn't need to look down to see if he was hard or not, but he did anyway. He wanted to see just how obvious it was to her. It was hard to tell from up above, so he turned to find a nearby mirror and then groaned inwardly. A large tenting showed quite clearly.

He suddenly thought how this would look to the sales assistants, but the two young women were busy reading magazines at the counter. Matt took shelter behind a convenient rack of outlandishly priced tops.

Clara's next dress was halter-neck style, allowing her back to be almost fabric free, though ending in an amount just enough to cover her ass. She laughed when she saw where he had positioned himself.

"How is this one?" she asked. She preened in the full-length mirror to her left.

"It's...um...nice," Matt stammered.

"Nice is never what any girl is after." Clara lifted her voice to address the assistants. "Vivianne, fetch this poor man a chair, sil vous plait."

A chair was brought for him and placed not far from the curtains. Matt sank thankfully into it and crossed his legs.

Her next dress was even shorter if possible. A fully black number, the material of the top half was lacy and partially see-through. He saw the dark circles of her areola. Her nipples were hard points. Clara turned away again to look at herself in the mirror. Some flesh of her pert backside was just poking out from beneath the bottom of her dress.

She turned to him in seriousness. "How does this one compare?"

Matt was speechless. He could barely recall having ever seen a more erotic sight in his life. And she wasn't even undressed! He mouth gaped but no sound emerged. His heart was pounding. He could hear the crazed pulsations in his ears.

Clara approached him, and Matt swallowed nervously. She placed her right foot up onto his thigh. "Is it too revealing, do you think?"

Matt couldn't stop his eyes from looking down to where her legs were parted, causing the dress to ride higher still. She had indeed taken off her underwear. Her groin was in shadow but he nevertheless noted two luscious labial folds.

At that moment Matt felt a vibration in his pants. It was present for an instant before music began to spew forth as well. Clara removed her foot from his leg as Matt drew his mobile phone from his pocket.

It was Susan. What timing!

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Julien dropped anchor about 100 meters off the coast of Isolde Island. The French Riviera coastline could be seen quite easily from there. From where they were, the island now protected them from the late afternoon breeze and the water was calm.

This was a fantastic place to catch bream. Susan spread herself out on the sun lounge as Julien got out his fishing gear. Even though her dress was now clean and dry, Julien noted she had made no effort to fetch it, or cover herself in any way. He smiled as he baited the line. He had more than one type of fishing on his mind, and he had been baiting that line all afternoon!

Within half and hour Julien had reeled in four decent sized fish, having thrown back a couple of smaller ones. They swam about in the bucket that had previously served as a washing bucket for Susan's dress.

The sun was beginning to sink towards the horizon, bringing a welcome easing of the temperature. It was pleasantly warm, and there would still be at least another couple of sunlight before dusk.

Julien put down the fishing rod. "I guess we should be getting back," he said.

Susan opened her eyes and half raised her head. "What's the time?"

Julien shrugged. "No idea. I didn't bring a watch."

Susan made to get up from where she was. "Do you need any help?"

"Non, Non. We'll need the engine from here since we're so sheltered from the wind."

Julien moved to the very back of the boat. He deliberately flooded the engine with far too much fuel, then attempted to start it. The motor made a horrible coughing, spluttering noise but failed to start. Julien frowned and tried several more times in quick succession with the same result.

He started muttering to himself and began tinkering away at it. Susan sat up. "Is there a problem?"

Julien kept his attention on the engine. "Um - there might be." He stood up. "It wasn't sounding all that great earlier, but it seemed fine once it was going. I'll get my tool kit."

He disappeared below deck and emerged soon after with some tools. He tinkered around for several more minutes, every now and then flooding the engine and trying to start it.

Susan came and sat nearby to watch. "What about getting back using the sails?"

"That would be ok once we were away from this island, but there's no wind here at all." He paused as if in thought. "I think I'll radio for help."

He went back below deck and Susan heard a conversation in French which she couldn't follow. He came back out shortly and sat down next to her with a sigh. "Well, I have some good news and some bad news."

"Oh?"

"The good news is they have a replacement motor and can bring it out to us. The bad news is they can't do it until tomorrow morning."

Susan nodded quietly, absorbing this turn of events. Julien got to his feet again. "Tell you what, I think the best thing is you ring Matt and tell him, I'll cook us some dinner, and then perhaps I can try the motor again."

Susan seemed to in a bit of a daze, still taking it all in and running through the implications in her head. "Sure, ok," she muttered. She went below to get her mobile from her bag.

Julien wondered just when it would occur to her that there was only one bedroom on board.

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Clara dumped her bags of new clothes and lingerie and kicked off her high heels. There had been quite a traffic jam on the way back to Eze due to a car crash near Cagnes-sur-Mer, and it was now after 7 o'clock. She didn't feel at all hungry yet due to their late lunch, but thought it polite to enquire as to her guest's needs.

She looked at Matt as he stood near the kitchen table not knowing quite what to do. "Hungry?" she asked.

"Um, no - not really," he replied rather vaguely.

Clara smiled at his inner turmoil. He had been strangely subdued on the car trip home. "How convenient!" had been her reply when he reported to her Susan's news about the broken down engine. "I suppose they'll have to spend the night aboard the yacht?". Matt had nodded silently. She had waited a minute or so before adding slyly, "There's only one bed on the boat you realize!"

The uncomfortable silence of the car trip continued now that they had arrived back at the villa. It seemed rather quiet now with half their number absent.

Clara took out a beer from the fridge, opened it and handed it to Matt. She had let him stew enough, she thought. Time for the sultry temptress again. "I can't be bothered cooking tonight since it's only the two of us. Let's go out on the town, shall we?"

Matt nodded his ascent and Clara reached down and pulled the skimpy black fabric that could barely be called a dress. "I think I might wear this tonight."

Matt's eyes visibly brightened at the prospect. Good, thought Clara, time to dial it up a bit.

"Before I get changed though, do you think we should check up on our spouses?"

Matt frowned, "What do you mean?"

"Well, Julien and I have a video security system throughout the house as well as on board the yacht. It's quite simple to bring up the pictures on the television set in the lounge."

"You mean we could spy on Julien and Susan?" Matt blurted out.

"You could call it spying I suppose. Or just 'checking up on our partners' if you prefer. Just to see if they're behaving themselves that's all."

Please, please, don't be behaving yourselves Clara prayed.

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Susan watched the fresh fish fillets sizzle on the small hotplate. Julien looked slightly ridiculous, tending to the BBQ in his tight bather bottoms but with an apron covering his bare chest. There was a picture of a buxom woman on it with the words "I'd Like a Piece of Meat!" underneath.

Julien had already set up a small table in front of a cushioned bench seat in the rear of the boat. Susan's stomach gurgled as the delightful aroma of the fish set her gastric juices flowing.

Under his instructions, Susan had set the table, mixed the salad, and now poured two glasses of chilled Chablis.

"Ok. We're all done here," Julien announced. "Can you bring the plates over?"

The two steaming fish were transferred and placed on the table. Julien motioned for Susan to take a seat, and then took his place opposite her. He raised his glass.

"To a wonderful day!" he announced.

Susan clinked his glass with her own. They both drank a little of the clear sweet wine.

The meal was outstanding. Susan doubted she'd ever had a better meal, even at that crazy restaurant overlooking Sydney Harbour she'd been raving about for the past decade.

It would be pretty much impossible to get fish any fresher than this, she mused. Considering they had been alive less than half an hour ago.

Barely a word was spoken as they devoured the delectable treats Julien had served up to go with the fish. Susan was busy savouring each mouthful, but also enjoying the setting - the gentle rocking of the boat, the fresh air, the freedom of being topless in public, the tease of showing herself off to an appreciative audience, and the visual pleasure of the bare-chested man opposite (who had mercifully ditched the ridiculous apron).

Eventually she put her cutlery down and joined Julien in wiping her plate clean with some slices of baguette. She noticed that Julien was watching her with an amused half-smile on his face.

The wine emboldened her. She leaned forward across the table, almost provocatively. "That was truly incredible. But can you top it for dessert?"

Suddenly Julien leaned forward too. His face drew ever closer to hers, invading her personal space, paralyzing her with fear and desire. And then his lips parted slightly and pressed fully onto her own trembling mouth.

Susan found she couldn't resist or pull away, but neither did she actively join in the kiss. Her mind was in a whirl, a vortex of spinning, conflicting thoughts and emotions.

Julien drew back slightly. "How's that?" he whispered.

Wonderful. Magical. Divine. Susan's mind screamed the words across the tiny gap between their bodies.

"I couldn't," she whispered. "What would I say to my husband?".

Julien pulled further away and reached for the bottle of white wine. "Just tell him the truth," he said simply. He poured the remainder into their glasses. He passed her glass over to her. "Tell him you were drunk."

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For Matt, this day just kept on getting more surreal. First a one-on-one meeting with a highly influential film executive. And then to have had his script so positively received! It was fabulous but rather unreal. Then to go lingerie shopping with such a sexy siren as Clara made him feel he truly must be dreaming this day.

The cold water she had subsequently thrown on him - suggesting that her husband was gunning for Susan - just added to the emotional roller-coaster. It was quite clear that she felt supremely confident that Julien would have his way with her.

Matt took another long gulp on the cold beer, then set the bottle down on the kitchen table.

Clara reached over and took a drink from it as well. "I'm serious about being able to check up on Susan," she said, then added slyly, "Of course there's no need to if you are so sure!"

Matt nearly reached for the beer again but stopped himself. His head was spinning enough as it was, and more alcohol was not going to help the situation.

He knew he was hesitating. The truth was - now that it came to it - that he did have a sliver of doubt after all. He knew that Susan had been feeling a bit sexually frustrated for several months now. He kept putting off confronting the issue and had let his physical affection for her slip down his priority list somewhat. He'd always meant to make it up to her. And he would. Eventually. Would it all be too late by then though?

Clara sensed his indecision and took charge. "Let's check it out," she decided for him. "Besides we do have a deal, remember?"

Matt found himself being led by the hand into a large entertainment room. Against one wall was a huge flat screen TV. Several deep couches were arranged to face it and Matt, almost in a trance, sank down into one.

Clara picked up a large remote and took a seat to his right. She deftly flicked through several settings until Matt saw a blank screen with the words "Security Passcode" and nothing else. Clara tapped away on the controller, and the screen now filled with twenty or more smaller boxes, each containing an image of what Matt presumed to be what each of the onboard security cameras was now seeing. He was rather surprised at just how many there were.

"Shall we look in the bedroom first" Clara asked.

Matt swallowed hard and said nothing. A few more clicks from Clara and a single image swelled to block out all the others.

It was a small cramped bedroom that looked consistent with the cabin on a small ship. It was empty.

"Hmm...maybe you're right after all." Matt thought she sounded slightly disappointed. Several more images came up on the screen in succession. Matt saw a view of the front part of a ship showing the sunlight waning over a rippling sea. Finally there came an image with people in view.

Julien and Susan were sitting at a small dinner table on the deck of the boat, eating and chatting casually. Matt slowly let out his pent up breath - there appeared no hanky-panky going on after all.

Clara made this image fill the whole TV screen and Matt frowned, realizing that Susan was topless. The hot pink bather bottoms she was wearing puzzled him even more, since he certainly had never seen them before.

Clara noticed his discomfiture. "This is footage over an hour old. There's a delay built into the system, but I can get around it. I'll fast-forward it a bit, shall I?" Without waiting for an answer, Clara pressed another button and the images sped up. It seemed obvious that Julien was moving himself ever closer to Susan.

He is trying to come onto her for sure, Matt thought.

And then he saw Julien lean forward and kiss Susan. Clara immediately slowed the tape to normal playback speed.

"Interesting!" she said, as Matt's heartbeat went wild.




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Julien poured the rest of the bottle of wine into the two glasses, giving Susan a full glass and himself only half.

"Tell him the truth," Julien said, passing Susan's glass to her. "Tell him you were drunk."

Julien took his own glass and drank it all in one swig, then threw the empty glass over his shoulder. It flew clear over the deck of the boat, landing in the ocean with a small splash.

Susan giggled, and Julien smiled at the sound. He thought that his silly, indeed wasteful, action might extract a laugh from her. Hopefully she was a little tipsy already. He knew that humour was a good way to let off some of the nervous tension he expected she was feeling right now.

He watched closely as she looked first at the glass of wine in her own hand, then back over to him. He recognised the hungry look on her face.

"I'm not going to have sex with you, you know," Susan said firmly.

"That's ok" Julien replied mildly. Inwardly he thought, That's what you say now - let's see what happens! Years of experience had taught him that "no" at this point certainly did not necessarily mean "no" later on.

Susan lifted her glass to her mouth and gulped down the entire contents in a single go. Then she mimicked him by turning slightly and throwing her empty glass into the sea.

Now it was Julien's turn to laugh.

Julien judged that the moment was now ripe. He shifted his body even closer to Susan. He leaned forward and pressed his lips to hers once again. This time the kiss was returned deeply and passionately. Julien's heart soared with joy and anticipation.

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Clara kept one eye on the onscreen antics and another on Matt. He was quite clearly shocked as the screen before displayed Julien and Susan gulping down their wine and then resume kissing - this time with even more feeling.

At this moment she actually felt slightly sorry for him and his naivety. But years of close observation had taught her what excites a man. Indeed Clara probably knows this even better than many men know it for themselves. So she was not surprised in the least to glance down and see the swelling in Matt's groin.

On the screen Susan seems to be enjoying the embrace and certainly was making no attempt to stop it. It was rather difficult to see everything clearly now that the two bodies had closed in on each other but Julien's right hand, initially wrapped around Susan's back, now seemed to be edging around to the side towards her breast.

Clara smiled as she realised that with his other hand Julien was surreptitiously pushing down his bather bottoms.

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Susan closed her eyes as Julien's lips closed in on hers again. Her heart pounded wildly, and the sound thudded in her ears. She knew she should not be allowing this but she was powerless to deny him. Part of her mind screamed at her to pull away, but a stronger part forced it into submission. Her lips parted and she welcomed Julien's mouth to hers.

All the sexual tension that had been building inside Susan for several days she now poured into that kiss. At first it was gentle and sweet, but Susan's passion could not be quenched by such soft ardor. Indeed, it seemed the longer the kiss went on, the hungrier Susan became. She pressed her lips to his. How long it had been since she had shared such a passionate embrace?

She felt his hands on the naked skin of her back, dancing lightly up and down on either side of her spine. This set off an electric tingling that coursed through her body, his gentle touch at odds with his crushing, insistent lips.

Julien's hands roamed her back at will, but at times they ventured out to her flanks, and Susan felt a new wave of pleasure and torture. Her nipples hardened. Without making a conscious decision she realised she had eased her torso away from his embrace slightly, giving him the room to move his hands around to her front more freely if he so desired.

Maddeningly he seemed reluctant to do so. His hands moved back to her spine once again. Susan began to moan softly as they continued to kiss, letting him be quite sure of her desire. His hands began another outward trek and the fever levels inside her rose. This time one of his hands came into contact with the sides of her breast.

Susan felt so torn between wanting his hands to touch her there and not, but the alcohol had made her head swim and passion seemed her only guide. She made up her mind that touching her breasts was as far as she would allow things with Julien to go.

Realizing this, and letting this barrier down in her mind, Susan was now desperate for Julien to feel her tits. When finally he did, she felt an intense rush of pent up desire and pleasure and lust wash over her. She moaned loudly into his mouth and almost came just like that.

Julien's right hand cupped her left breast, caressing it and savouring it. His fingers honed in on the long hard nub of her aroused state. Susan almost came again. Amazed by this, her lust burned all the brighter and she opened her mouth, her tongue snaking out to explore his.

She was barely aware of anything else but that firm hand fondling her breast, and her tongue dueling his. She was certainly oblivious to the fact that Julien had carefully removed his swimming trunks and was sitting completely naked. For some time now, Susan's right hand had been resting upon Julien's chest. He now took hold of her hand as they kissed and moved it down, leaving it for a moment on his lower abdomen.

Without really thinking she dropped it further into his groin. It was just a natural instinct really. She had done it with her husband hundreds of times whilst kissing him. But the feeling of warm, pulsing flesh suddenly burst into her brain. She realised that a tiny part of her mind had been aware of her action after all, and had expected some kind of material covering!

In a flash Susan broke of the kiss and looked down. As far as her faithfulness was concerned, it proved to be a fatal move.

Susan was awestruck by the sight that met her eyes. Julien was exposed in all his glory. Her fingers rested lightly on the top of his cock. Susan had always been teased for having hands that were disproportionately large for her size, but they now appeared pale and dainty when contrasted with the black monster beneath.

She had never experienced any other man's penis but her husbands before now. To say she was mesmerised was an understatement. She never realised two cocks could be so different. This one was longer, thicker, darker, and...circumcised. It was clear it wasn't even fully erect, but even so it dwarfed Matt's cock in size. She was overawed by its dimensions and she was shocked by just how primally animalistic she felt by the sight of this magnificent beast.

It was certainly a surprise to see Julien completely nude, but the fact of his circumcision made his dick look even more naked than it should. Her thumb moved to take up a position underneath it. Almost in a trance Susan's fingers and thumb tightened and encircled his prick. It felt so warm, so thick...so alive!

Susan watched her hand move up towards the tip, slowly squeezing him. She was somewhat detached - as if it was someone else's hand that was doing it. She was assailed by pangs of lust but also part of her brain screamed at her to stop right now - things had gone far enough.

Just then a small amount of precum oozed from the tip of Julien's cock. Instinctively Susan extended her thumb and rubbed the juice around the smooth head. Julien let out a terrific guttural moan and Susan felt again a lustful thrill coarse through her body. She released the breath she didn't even realize she had been holding.

More precum oozed from him and Susan massaged it all around his cock, lubing up her hand in the process. She had done this plenty of times before with her husband, but this was dynamite. Her juices were really flowing now and she felt tingly all over. She was sitting practically naked next to a big black hunk who was naked!

It was so naughty, and she knew she really should not be doing it. But Julien was right - she is drunk. And she is pretty sure Matt would forgive her this little indiscretion. Just this once.

She had been telling herself that she wouldn't let things go any further, and yet when Julien opened his legs wider and started to lean back, pulling her head gently down with him towards his excitement, Susan made no move to resist.

In truth Julien didn't really force her head down at all - just gave an gentle encouragement which Susan gave in to at once. Julien now lay back on the bench seat, legs apart, and Susan's head was almost in his lap. She gazed in awe at his now full erection, her right hand still firmly clasped around its girth. She was filled with an overwhelming desire to taste him - to taste another man for the first time. But more than that she wanted to see what it was like to suck on that beautiful juicy piece of meat.

Her lust was now at fever pitch, and even knowing that this might be crossing the boundary of Matt's forgiveness, Susan lowered her head further and opened her drooling mouth....

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Matt was barely aware of the thumping in his chest as he watched in disbelief as his faithful wife began loving another man's cock with her mouth. His head was spinning trying to make sense of it all. Things were rapidly spiraling out of control and into regions he never expected - not in a million years. Flirting, yes; a drunk kiss, maybe. But all of a sudden things had gotten from kissing, to fondling, to oral sex!

Strangely, he felt no anger. Indeed he could hardly register a single coherent thought, let alone analyse his own emotions. He was all too aware that a significant proportion of his body's blood flow was now engorging his cock, rather than his brain. He was truly in a state of shock - partly by what Susan was doing, and partly by how fucking erotic it all was.

His erection rose up inside his jocks, straining at the leash. To his right Clara moved closer and placed a hand on his thigh. She brought her face close to his, her voice whispering in his ear. "Shall I stop the tape?"

Matt licked his dry lips but made no reply. He was transfixed by the spectacle of his wife, who was now attempting to deep throat this black Adonis.

I've brought this on myself, he thought. I've been so focussed on my screenplay. I've ignored her. And Julien hasn't!

He felt somewhat betrayed, but he remembered how only a little while ago he'd been entertaining some rather wicked thoughts about what he and Clara might get up to that evening.

He felt a movement in his lap - Clara's hand had come snaking up his thigh and was even now encompassing the bulge in his pants. Two thoughts hit him at the same time: Susan going down on Julien, and his own wager with Clara.

In a flash he knew just exactly what was in store for him...

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Julien eased his body backwards from a sitting position to lying down on the bench. His left hand had been behind Susan's neck, playing lightly with her hair. As he laid himself backwards, his left hand then gave a subtle press on the back of her neck to follow him down. It didn't last long, he didn't even mean for this gesture to even possibly register in Susan's consciousness, but the invitation was clear.

His hands then dropped to the bench beside to enable his body to lie completely flat. Susan paused for a moment but never taking her eyes from his semi-erect penis.

Julien watched her face intently. This was a key moment. This was probably her last chance to back out. If she did't back off right now, Julien knew from experience that there was almost no chance her rational mind would overcome her desires.

He held his breath as vital seconds ticked by. He noticed that his heart was pounding, and he realised just how desperately he wanted to take this all the way. He was so close right now.

Susan continued to stare down at his throbbing 10 inch tool. Her right hand was still encircling it though, which Julien took as a promising sign. He noticed her head move slightly downwards. Never once did she shift her gaze from his groin. Please! Please! Julien begged silently.

Finally there was more movement from her. She lowered her head some more - agonisingly slowly, it seemed to him. Her lips parted as they drew closer to his meat. He felt it twitch in anticipation. Julien released his pent up breath in a sigh as her tongue emerged and began softly licking the glistening head.

Julien relaxed somewhat and began to concentrate on the delicious feeling of her oral pleasures. He was confident she would soon be opening her mouth to him, and then opening so much more as well...

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Clara wondered just how quickly she should move things along with Matt. Her hand could easily move up and cradle the obvious tent in his pants. This was a good sign - that the sight of his wife with her husband would give him a hard-on. This was inevitably the way with most husbands, Clara reflected.

Yet anger could easily surface at this point and break the mood. Clara could force the issue - could insist on their "deal". By rights she was certainly owed some access to his pants by his own wife's actions.

Clara's gut told her to wait a little longer, despite the anticipation that was rising in her. All her plans were working out perfectly thus far. And she knew her husband wouldn't be satisfied with just a blow-job!

She sidled up alongside Matt and now she turned to him. He was staring at the screen with his mouth open. Looking down Clara could see the pulsation of his cock and she knew she would not be able to hold out much longer.

She nestled even closer to him, her breasts pressing in to his side. "Surprised?" she purred softly.

Matt had to lick his dry lips before responding. "Um, yeah - I didn't really think she would, er..."

"Suck another man's cock?" Clara wanted to be provocative and talk dirty, but also to acknowledge it for what it was.

"Yeah. I thought she'd enjoy the attention, but not go for it like this."

Susan was sucking hungrily, and Clara moved her hand along Matt's thigh until it came to rest on his scrotum, tantalizingly close to his stiffy.

"You're not completely unhappy about the turn of events I see," she said slyly.

Matt looked down. "I'm a bit ashamed of my reaction but I can't deny it."

Clara's fingers circled around the tent in his pants. "Why deny it?"

"Well, I guess I really ought to be angry instead of...aroused. It's not natural."

"In my experience it would be unnatural if you weren't aroused."

"Perhaps I don't love her as much as I thought. Maybe she doesn't either."

Her hand stopped. "Sweetie, this is just primal sex remember? 100% pure sex! It has nothing do with how much you love each other. In fact, I can't think any couple I've met that loved each other more than you guys do."

Clara's hand began to move again, this time rubbing directly over his erection. Matt made no attempt to stop her.

"Maybe not after this," he sighed.

"Ah, you're wrong there honey. You'll be stronger than ever."

Together they watched Susan taking more and more of Julien's cock into her mouth. Clara could sense Matt was wondering how on earth this could really be true.

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Having succumbed to temptation, Susan was relishing the task at hand. The salty sweetness of his secretions were like an aphrodisiac, and she licked, kissed and sucked her way up and down his shaft.

Her body was on fire. Julien vocalized his pleasure loudly, encouraging her with dirty language. To cause this voracious sexual beast to writhe beneath her only increased her lust and made her feel like some kind of sex goddess.

Julien was both longer and thicker than Matt. Her hand slowly pumped him, mingling her saliva with his precum. The thought crossed her mind as to just how much of this penile monster she would be able to take inside her mouth. A moment later and she was opening her mouth to try.

She let her lips be pressed open further by his full girth, feeling the soft smooth flesh as it entered her mouth. She felt the ridge of his cock-head press past her lips and onto her tongue. She took in what she could then grabbed hold of his cock just in front of mouth. As she slid it out again, she was amazed and slightly disappointed to see she had only taken about a third of it.

She tried again. He was really stretching her mouth though, and she began to gag as she felt his length push up against her uvula. Withdrawing she found she had managed just over a half this time. Susan wondered if it was humanly possible to get it completely into her. In her minds eye she imagined her lips reaching right to the very base of him. It was almost a kind of challenge now to see how close she could get to this ideal.

Her left hand still encircled his dick, and with a big effort she thrust forward and relaxed her throat. She managed to take all but a couple of finger-breadths into her mouth, completely cutting off her oxygen supply for a few moments. Susan began to gag again and hurriedly pulled him out. His prick came out with a loud sucking noise, a string of saliva hanging like a web, briefly connecting her mouth to his glistening erection. Susan quickly wiped it away but was unable to wipe the smile from her face.

"You're too big!" she exclaimed.

Julien took hold of the hand she still had around the base of his cock.

"Try it like this," he instructed, and started to slowly pump her hand up and down. "Just take whatever is comfortable. You're fantastic!"

Susan returned her mouth to him, just letting half of it inside her at the most, sucking and licking the tip and head as she milked his lower half by hand.

Susan's mind was in a whirl - a heady mix of alcohol and arousal, topped off by a feeling of power. She can't help feeling proud that it is her body and actions that are causing this attractive hunk of a man to pursue her, and even now be moaning and squirming under her touch.

Julien's cock was coated with Susan's saliva, and it sent her mind off on a different tangent. I wonder how wet I am? she thought. Switching hands, she sent her right hand on an exploratory mission to check on the state of her own arousal. Her bikini felt wet and she slipped her hand inside.

My God, I'm drenched! she thought. I don't think I've ever been this wet.

Her fingers slipped down between her pussy lips and lingered delightfully over her aching clit. She closed her eyes as ripples of torment and delight rippled over her. And right there and then, in front of a man who was a stranger just a few short days ago, she began to play with her own little erect nub.

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Matt is both astounded at his wife's adultery and her brazen lust.

He thought even just kissing another man would have been beyond her. Yet here she was, not just giving Julien's large cock an oral workout, but by the look of it playing with herself as she did so!

Due to the camera angle, Matt could't see this quite as clearly as he would have liked. Nevertheless, he was pretty sure that was what she was doing - bringing herself off whilst taking him deeply inside her mouth.

It was almost a relief now as Clara unzipped his pants, revealing a big wet stain on his jocks. She then pulled his pants further down, took off his shoes, and then the pants all the way off him.

Matt was panting and his cock twitched, aching more than he could ever remember. It was hard and throbbing, straining to break free of the last remaining covering. As if by sheer willpower and might it could burst those jocks asunder.

But Clara now ignored it. Desperate, Matt was mentally begging for her to strip him of this last shred of underwear. Instead she turned her attention to the buttons of his shirt. As his chest was revealed, she planted soft kisses on it. He continued to watch his wife in action over the top of Clara's head.




100% Pure Sex Ch. 01



Finally Clara slipped down between his legs and he more than willingly parted them for her. She reached up and pulled his jocks down around his ankles and then off. Matt's cock stood rigidly to attention, ready to serve.

Clara's head moved slowly towards it.

Suddenly she stopped. Matt tore his eyes away from the screen to look at her face so close to his own dick.

"It's only fair," she said.

Matt could only nod mutely.

Clara opened her mouth and devoured him.

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Despite her obvious lack of oral experience with a cock of his size, Julien was nevertheless enjoying his blow job immensely. He was fully erect now. Just over 10 inches of manhood getting the sort of lavish attention every man craves.

For a couple of minutes he had lain back, closed his eyes, and just enjoyed Susan's hungry mouth going to work on him. What she lacked in deep-throating ability, she more than made up for in passion and imagination. She had managed to lick, suck and kiss every square inch of his erection.

Julien now felt his own arousal begin to grow and he knew it was time to dial down the fantastic feelings traveling up his his dick a bit. Julien could keep himself from cumming for a long time yet by doing this; he was well practiced in the art of self-control.

He opened his eyes, and was immediately glad he did so. He saw Susan's right hand disappear down inside her bikini bottoms. He carefully shifted his head a little to the side in order to get a better view. He smiled as saw her fingers begin to move around rhythmically down there.

His brain detached itself even further from the physical loving he was receiving. He made sure to watch her very closely now, carefully noting the state of arousal building up inside this beautiful woman; the increased facial flushing, her slurping moans, her nipples tightening even further, the pace of her hand inside her bathers.

Years of practice had taught him to read the signs very well. He was aware just as well as she was when she began that sudden steep ascent of arousal which led to climax. He wanted to stop her just before the point of no return.

It wasn't long before he judged she was about to hit that peak, so he swiftly sat up. He gently removed her hand from her groin and took it in his own hand. Susan moaned in frustration and frowned as her mouth was pushed away from his dick. She was panting heavily, her face flushed, her fingers sticky. She had been so very close to the edge.

Julien pulled her to her feet and, hand still clasped firmly in hers, led her below deck.

She followed meekly after him, not uttering a word. He made his way quickly to the one and only bedroom on board the ship. Julien pushed open the door and entered the small room. It contained a bed, a cupboard, a night-stand, and very little else.

He took Susan in his arms and kissed her again. Soon Julien drew her to the bed. He eased his own body down onto it first, lying on his back, whilst coaxing Susan's body on top of his. She didn't resist. Indeed her lips never left his.

Julien made sure his cock nestled nicely against her bikini bottoms. He was lying on his back whilst she sat astride him, leaning forward to kiss him and with her breasts pressing down onto his firm chest. His hands roamed right down her back to her ass cheeks as they continued to kiss. Pressing down on her buttocks, Julien could feel her slit pressed against the base of his cock. Susan moaned into his mouth once more.

As he released his pressure on her butt, Susan responded by pressing her own mound down onto his erection, and inwardly smiled.

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Kneeling before him, Clara opened her lips, relaxed her throat, and slid Matt's cock inside her mouth. She didn't bother dallying around with licking and kissing it - she just went straight for some deep-throat action.

She felt his engorged head push past her uvula. Soon enough her lips were pressed up almost against his abdomen, her nose nestling amongst his pubes, the tip of her tongue tickling the base of his shaft.

She heard Matt emit a throaty groan. In response she milked him with her throat muscles, and he threw his head back and groaned longer and louder. She felt his body stiffen. He won't last long, Clara thought.

She withdrew her mouth, leaving a slippery coating along his entire shaft.

"Fuck, that's incredible!" Matt exclaimed. Clara smiled and grasped his cock with her hand, pumping it slowly.

"You like?" she asked coyly. Without waiting for a reply, she buried it up to the hilt once more down her throat. Matt cried out aloud in ecstasy and she withdrew again, this time slowly dragging her lips along his full length, slurping noisily.

Matt was panting now and body was all a-quiver. He was no longer watching the action on the screen. He looked down at her with eyes full of lust. Clara playfully extended her tongue and licked under the tip. His dick was throbbing like a wild animal.

"What do you say?" she asked quietly.

"Please." Matt breathed.

"What was that?" Clara asked.

Matt threw his head right back. "Do it! Fucking do it!"

Clara enveloped his cock once more with her mouth. She let it slide deep down her throat. Matt was moaning again as she began to rhythmically constrict and relax her throat. She felt him stiffen even further inside her, and then his cock seemed to expand.

With a guttural cry, Matt's dick began to pump its warm seed into her throat, whilst Clara expertly milked him of every last drop.

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Susan's brain was in chaos. Snatches of thoughts came and went, but it was almost impossible to string together any logical reasoning. A small part of her mind still nagged her that what she was doing was wrong but her lust completely dominated what little conscious thought she could muster. The possible consequences of her actions just didn't seem to register any more. All that mattered was the moment at hand.

And at that particular moment she was superbly aware of Julien's thick rod directly below her sex. A couple of times had she felt a distinct throb from it. It wasn't directly touching her clitoris but it was damn close. Susan continued to kiss Julien, and with her eyes closed she could still see that dark powerful tool in her mind's eye, could still taste it in her mouth.

Julien's hands now went to her shoulders and pushed her body up into a sitting position, breaking their kiss. She sat astride him, breathing heavily. By rocking her pelvis forwards and backwards Susan was now able to rub her slit along part of his shaft.

"That feels so good," she murmured. Both of his hands moved up and took hold of a breast each, gently pulling on them and teasing the nipples. "Mmmm, so is that." She sighed. "I really should not be doing this. I think we ought to stop."

Julien said nothing, but continued to caress her breasts. Susan felt a tingle course through her body from her nipples down to her clit. She continued to move her hips back and forth, a little faster now. One of Julien's hands now traveled down her stomach. It reached her bikini bottoms, now soaked with her arousal. He gently pulled it to one side exposing her vulva and her trim pubic hair. As she pressed her pelvis forward his erection slipped easily between her labial lips. From this position, pressing herself down onto Julien's body bed brought it into direct contact with her clitoris.

Susan sighed again. "This is so naughty."

"But nice," Julien said. He moved his own hips causing his tool to slide along her sex.

"Oh, fuck!" Susan groaned.

Julien tugged gently at her bikini bottoms. "Off"

Susan seemed to have no willpower of her own left. She obeyed his quiet but firm command without hesitation. She lifted herself slightly, wriggled out of her last remaining scrap of clothing, and knelt again directly over Julien's cock. This time she grasped it and made sure it was directly lined up along her slit.

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With a satisfied grunt Matt exploded inside Clara's mouth. Or down her throat really. He looked down at her again in amazement. His entire cock - seven inches by his measurement - was buried inside her. He'd heard of deep-throating before of course, but Susan had never been able to come anywhere near matching this.

His cock pumped again and again, gradually with less intensity, whilst Clara just kept sucking, milking him dry.

Eventually she slid his semi-rigid penis from her mouth and smiled at him. "That wasn't so bad now, was it?" she smirked.

"That was fucking brilliant," Matt panted.

Clara smiled again. She sat up higher on her knees, bringing her face level with his. Her lips parted slightly and then Matt felt the crush of her passion as they kissed. His hands went behind her head, pulling her even closer to him. Her tongue entered his mouth - uninvited but not unwelcome.

Matt licked her tongue in reply and tasted a salty sweetness that was surely a residue of his own excitement. Far from repulsing him, he felt even more turned on. Desperate now to see Clara naked, his hands pushed the straps of her dress off her shoulders.

Clara broke off the kiss and stood up. Matt shuffled back on the couch a little. Clara wriggled out of her dress and it crumpled to the floor. She wore no bra or panties but had only stockings and a garter belt.

"That's more like it," Matt murmured approvingly.

Clara placed a naked foot in his lap. "Would you do the honors, sir?" She wriggled her toes on his cock as he leaned forward to undo the stocking clips.

After unclasping the clips, Matt ran his hands down Clara's warm smooth leg pulling the stocking down as he went. She lifted her foot from his crotch so he could take it completely off. She then replaced it with her other foot.

Matt was afforded a prime view of her beautiful cunt lips and the landing strip of pubic hair leading down to them. His cock twitched at the sight, as well as at the contact from Clara's toes. He reached forward eagerly to remove the remaining stocking. This time as he slid his hands down her thighs his eye remained on her sex. He saw the lips open slightly as he moved her leg, and saw a slight glistening at her opening. He licked his parched lips and his cock grew erect once more.

As Clara bent down to remove her garter belt, the TV monitor was suddenly revealed to Matt. The table where Julien and Susan had been sitting was now empty. Clara stood straight again, blocking his view of the screen, and she noticed where his eyes had been directed.

She cupped her breasts with her hands and put on a mock-insulted expression. "What would you prefer to be looking at?"

Matt cursed inwardly for ever taking his eyes off the naked goddess that stood before him. But Clara had turned and reached for the remote. "Oh - you're thinking of our agreement aren't you? I'm allowed to do whatever Susan does."

No, no, I want to fuck you right now! Matt almost yelled out loud as Clara flicked through several different camera angles. "I have no doubt at all as to what they're up to," she added. "See? Told you."

The screen revealed a small bedroom. A naked Julien was flat on his back on the bed with Matt's once demure wife also naked and straddling him and getting the fuck of her life by the look of it!

Clara turned the television off and turned back to Matt. "Satisfied?" she smirked.

For answer, Matt glanced down at his lap where his cock stood at full attention. He hadn't been able to get this hard again so quickly since college days!

Clara came to him and sat on his lap. They both sighed as he slipped easily inside her. Matt was surprised when she then shifted her legs up, placing each foot and ankle over each of his shoulders. She forced him to swivel his body around so his own legs were stretched out on the couch and she could arch her body back and support herself by clasping his ankles. She milked his cock up and down with her vice-like pussy. Matt thus his pelvis upwards to meet her down strokes, grunting as he did so.

With his initial tension released somewhat by Clara's blow job, Matt enjoyed a slightly slower build-up to his next orgasm. He reached forwards and caressed Clara's tits as she continued her sexual gymnastics on his body. He pulled at her nipples making her moan.

As his need and passion increased Matt became a bit frustrated that he could thrust as hard as he would like with her weight on top of him. Taking the initiative for the first time he pushed Clara right off him. He saw her smile as he directed her to turn away from him and lean over some cushions at the end of the couch.

Matt's erection was slick with Clara's cunt juices as he lined himself up again to take from behind. She spread her cunt lips open with her right hand and twisted to look him in the eye.

"Nail me!" she demanded. Matt happily obliged.

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Julien smiled as Susan meekly stripped off her bottoms and knelt back over him. He noted that it was Susan who now deliberately reached for his cock and lined it up with her slit. His hard-on was coated in her juices and it slid nicely back and forward along her snatch as she rocked her pelvis again.

He could feel the pace of her rocking increase and she pressed down into him with more insistence than before. Her breathing was coming in ragged gasps and her cheeks were flushed. He wondered if she might come just like this. He would prefer to get inside her first though. And he wanted her to beg for it.

At her next forward pelvis thrust, Julien arched his back slightly which caused the tip of his cock to press directly on her opening. Susan gasped with pleasure and her eyes widened further. She paused her rocking motions, holding her position - his cock poised at her entrance. He knew she wanted him to take her right now, to spear his hot rod into her smouldering depths.

Still he made no move and neither did she. Her fingers, resting on his chest before, were now digging deeply into his flesh. She closed her eyes. She was softly moaning "Oh fuck, Oh fuck" over and over to herself. Her orgasm was close. Julien moved so that the tip of his cock began to open her up, then held it there.

Susan's eyes flew open and she looked down at him, begging him, willing him to fuck her. When he made no move to proceed any further she could take it no more. "Please," she gasped. "Please. Do it. Do it NOW!!"

Julien thrust himself up and into her. Susan cried aloud, her back arched and her body shook as her long-awaited orgasm overwhelmed her.

Julien's cock was only half-way in. He held it there as her cunt walls spasmed around him. He enjoyed their milking action but watched the woman on top of him in awe. Her orgasm was so primal, so uninhibited. And this was just the first.

He withdrew somewhat as her trembling settled down until again the tip was just inside her. She opened her eyes again and looked at him dreamily.

"How was that?" he asked softly.

"Fuck me some more," she replied.

Happy to oblige, Julien pressed firmly up inside her again, this time pushing further, stretching her opening beyond what her husband had ever been able to do. Gradually more and more of him disappeared inside her wetness. Susan seemed genuinely surprised she could take so much into herself.

Soon he began to rhythmically move in and out. Susan put more of her weight onto his chest through her arms and started to meet his thrusting with her own. She began to pant and moan again. Julien grabbed her hips and thrust faster and harder. Susan's moans grew louder and louder until she cried out "Fuck, I'm going to cum again!".

It wasn't the last time she uttered those words that night.