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100% Pure Sex Ch. 02

By: fliperotica



Recap: Susan and Matt have been holidaying in the French Riviera. Befriended and seduced by Clara and Julien, where do they go to from here?

LUST CONQUERS ALL

Susan drifted on the edge of consciousness for some time. Gradually her senses wakened. She was vaguely aware of being supremely comfortable. Her whole being was slowly rocked up and down, and a faint lapping of water penetrated her mind ever so slightly. Her eyelids remained closed but the world beyond them gradually brightened with the dawn. 

Her thighs and arms felt heavy and sore, though Susan couldn't think why they should be so. Even those sensations were not enough to rouse her from her stupor yet, however, so she lay a while still in that region between dreaming and wakefulness. 

Slowly her brain activity began to fire up. She opened her eyes to an unfamiliar ceiling. Sunlight danced in shimmering patterns across it and down an equally unfamiliar wall. Susan frowned slightly. She quickly glanced around, taking in herself and her surroundings in a split second: she was sprawled naked on the rumpled sheets of a double bed in a small but comfortable cabin. Her pubic hair was matted together and a crusty whitish residue coated areas of her inner thighs. Next to her, peacefully asleep and also naked, lay a dark handsome man, whose full lips, dextrous fingers, and large cock were responsible for Susan's current condition.

She sat suddenly bolt upright. Now that she was fully awake, the memories of the previous night crashed over her consciousness like a tsunami. For a full minute she sat completely still whilst her mind roiled with confusing thoughts and emotions. Julien stirred beside her but didn't wake. 

Susan's eyes roamed over his clean muscular physique as he lay on his side facing towards her. His thick dick rested contentedly on the bed, it's circumcised head also coated with a dry white substance. Even flaccid it was at least as long, if not longer, than her husband's.

Her husband! The full enormity of what she had done pressed down on her. As if it were indeed a physical heaviness, Susan lay back down on the bed, unable to bear the weight. She felt slightly panicky as pangs of guilt assailed her. She tried to slow her breathing, tried to calm herself and clear her head from the emotional turmoil rising up.

Susan tried to make some sense of what she had done and just how she had ended up in this predicament. Never in 17 years had she even come close to doing such a thing. How did some innocent flirting turn so suddenly into a bonk fest? How could she ever explain this to Matt? 

Her thoughts turned to how crushed Matt would feel when he found out. She never even thought for one moment about possibly keeping it all a secret. She was terrible at secrets and surprises alike.

Matt would be so devastated - or so she imagined she would feel if he had cheated on her. Not that he had been particularly attentive to her of late of course. In fact, now she came to think about it, it was partly his fault, the bastard. If he hadn't been so preoccupied - if he had paid her a bit more attention - maybe things would never have got to this stage.

This line of reasoning helped to calm Susan down and her body began to relax from its fright. Yes, dammit, the fault couldn't lie completely with her. Matt had shoulder some of the blame. In her mind, Susan was running ahead, seeing how the conversation with Matt would pan out. Yes, they could get through it - even grow from the experience. He would be hurt for a while, but even he would be able to recognize that if he hadn't been so caught up in himself and stopped ogling Clara all the time, she, Susan, would not have fallen victim to Julien's irresistible charms.

For irresistible they were, she had to admit. My god, he knew how to woo a woman! She could see it all so clearly now. All the events of yesterday were a big lead up to getting her into his bed. Or anywhere naked together probably.

As her thoughts drifted back over the previous days events, she felt again the stirring of desire in her loins. The things Julien had done with her body! How he had made her feel! Since when had she ever felt so alive? It was like....like opening a cage and allowing the bird inside to fly free. To spread her wings in way she never had before. It was exhilarating - and yet, scary too. For it was unknown territory she had flown into.

Beside her Julien began to stir. He flopped onto his back but didn't quite open his eyes. His penis, soft and long, lay pointing up towards his head, its shaft running through tight dark curls covered with dried secretions, its head up on his abdomen. Susan partly recoiled form the sight, but another part of her wanted to reach out and grab a hold of it. To feel again its warmth and thickness - a solid and reassuring reminder of that woman and those events that she wanted to both reject and embrace.

Julien moved again, this time raising his arms up and rubbing his eyes, yawning. He looked over at Susan and smiled. "Good morning, ma cherie."

Susan felt shy and awkward. Waking up in someone else's bed was not a thing she did.

He turned towards her naked form and propped himself up on one elbow. "Did you sleep well?" he enquired politely.

She reflected quickly. Apart from slightly sore thighs and wrists she did feel quite well and relatively refreshed. She nodded. "Yes, I think I must have slept quite soundly."

"Well, you were quite worn out," he teased.

Susan blushed deeply. She didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and very nearly did both.

Julien brushed her hair from her eyes tenderly and took hold of a trembling hand. "Do not torment yourself with guilts and regrets. You enjoyed yourself very much, n'est pas? You cannot deny that."

Susan body continued to tremble slightly but she found she could think clearly. "I don't deny it. I can't deny it, that's true."

"But you want to?"

"If I could just replay time, if I could start yesterday again..."

"You would do everything the same. You know in your heart you would."

Susan sighed. "But my husband! How could I be so unfaithful to him? It will be such a shock for him." She shook her head sorrowfully. "He won't have predicted this, for sure."

"Oh come now. He is a writer is he not? He understands characters - their motives, their desires..."

"The spurned lover? The cuckolded husband? Yes - I'm sure he will understand those parts all too well now."

Julien chuckled and sat up, but then his face turned earnest. "Ma cherie, I tell you it is not so. You don't think that he and Clara have just been sitting around doing nothing - innocently waiting for us to return? You don't think they might find something interesting to occupy themselves with?"

A hand seemed to tighten itself around Susan's heart and she gasped. Her eyes widened. "You don't think? No! Impossible!" And yet, the moment those words were out of her mouth, Susan realised with a shock, that such a thing was indeed a possibility. She had seen Matt look admiringly at Clara. And she had seemed quite attentive to him too. Could they possibly have...?

Julien nodded as he saw her thinking hard. "You see for yourself how someone can be taken to places they swore they would never go."

"Yes, but...Matt?"

"Would it change things for you if he, like you, perhaps indulged a little more than he meant to?"

Would it ever! He couldn't very well point the finger at her if he had been having it off with that little minx, Clara! If he's cheated on me... Her thoughts in that direction trailed off, as of course she was just as guilty in that way as him.

IF anything had happened that is. How weird is this? Susan thought. Now I'm hoping my husband has cheated on me!

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Matt woke with a start from a pleasant dream. He had been in a hot-tub full of jell-o, and even though he was alone, there were unseen hands below the surface rubbing delightfully all over his dick and balls. He stretched and turned over in bed to tell Susan about it.

It was then that he realised that he was, in fact, alone and in an unfamiliar bed. Clara's bed, he now remembered; and all the events of the previous night came back in a flash. How many times had he fucked her? Three? Four? It all got a bit hazy after they finally made it to her bedroom. He looked down at the rumpled bedsheets that were testament to their nocturnal activities. His dick throbbed, though whether from his erotic dream or from his memory of last night's reality he could not be sure.

From close by Matt was now aware of the sound of a shower running. This awoke a rather different feeling in his groin. Erection or not, he really needed to pee.

Matt swung his legs over the side and took some wobbly steps toward the ensuite bathroom. He pushed open the door slightly. Clara was in the shower stall. The glass was a little misty, but he could clearly see her luscious body under the flowing water. And she had one hand between her legs. He wondered if she was cleaning or pleasuring herself.

Matt pushed the door open wide. "Didn't you get enough last night?" he joked. 

Clara stopped and looked up. She smiled at him. "Oh, I definitely got enough last night. But today is a new day of course..." She opened the shower door in invitation. "Come in," she purred.

"I have to pee."

"Come in." It was quite a command this time, and Matt didn't have it in him to disobey.

It was a large shower stall with double shower heads, only one of which was currently in operation. Matt felt the warm spray on his legs as he stepped over the threshold and into the orbit of this bronze goddess. Clara reached around him to close the screen door and her breasts grazed sensuously across his chest. She moved to one side of him and held his penis by the base, pointing it down to the middle of the shower floor.

"Go on then," she murmured.

Matt's dick throbbed several times in quick succession. His balls ached. "I can't," he said helplessly. "Not like this."

"Then you didn't really need to go after all, did you?" Clara teased and jacked his shaft several times. Matt closed his eyes to savor the feeling. He moaned aloud and Clara stopped her movements. "No more of that now until you've done your business."

She moved her hand so that her palm cupped his testicles while her thumb and two fingers still grasped his base. Matt kept his eyes closed. He tried to ignore this sultry siren. At least she was keeping her hand still for now. He concentrated. Come on : pee! Talk about performance anxiety!

With a loud sigh Matt finally was able to begin to urinate. Clara's hand now moved back again to fully enclose his shaft, holding his dick and aiming his piss towards the drain hole. Her left hand was grasping his buttocks as if trying to squeeze the liquid out from there.

Her mouth found his and they kissed, her tongue invading him with a passion he had rarely ever experienced. Matt could have almost collapsed there and then. Susan had never done anything even remotely like this to him. 

His urine stream finally dried up and Clara pulled back allowing them both to catch their breath. She let go of him and turned to a pump pack of body wash. "We'd better clean him I suppose," she said rather matter-of-factly. Soaping up her hands she lathered it all over his genital area. Matt was hard. Rock hard. Painfully hard after so many orgasms in such a relatively short space of time.

But Clara was gentle, and oh-so-attentive. She cleaned every inch of his throbbing member, and then his matted pubic hair. Getting more soap, she knelt before him and lathered up his balls too. Matt had one hand on her head and the other on the shower wall, otherwise he would possibly have swooned and fallen. He again closed his eyes, the more to focus on the exquisite sensations from his nether regions. 

After a little while Clara's right hand began to penetrate a little deeper, soaping up his perineum. Matt opened his legs further to allow her some better access. Soon her fingertips were probing his anus and an involuntary shudder went through his whole body. Clara's left hand now tightened around his cock and she slowly pumped him whilst fingering his ass. His balls began to rise in their sac but she wasn't pulling on him hard enough or fast enough to bring to a climax.

"Ugh! Oh fuck! Oh fuck!" Matt groaned.

Clara suddenly laughed, pulling away and standing up in one movement. She reached for the soap bottle.

"My turn now I think."

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As it happened, Julien knew for certain that Matt and Clara had been fucking last night. Indeed, if he knew his wife, she might just be that way engaged again right at this very moment - unless she was still asleep.

It had been about 3am when Julien had heard the telltale chime of a message from his wife on his phone. Susan had only recently finally succumbed to slumber, and Julien himself had been drifting off. Nevertheless he was intrigued, and so had got up to find his phone. There was a photo message from Clara: a well-lubricated dick was in the act of penetrating her slick opening. She had written "Fun times." 

Julien had walked back to the bedroom of the boat and taken a photo of Susan, naked and sprawled out amidst tousled sheets. "Us too. Success!" he had replied - and received a smiley face in return.

Sitting cross-legged on the bed facing Susan, he moved her feet into his lap and began to rub them. "How would you feel if Matt and Clara got rather intimate in our absence?"

Susan frowned, "That would depend on how intimate I guess."

"Let's say very intimate. As intimate as you and I."

Susan grimaced. She couldn't really get upset and hurt and not be labelled a hypocrite. And yet there was still some level of betrayal, wasn't there?

Julien well knew the emotions swirling within her. His hands rubbed upwards to her calves. "Clara and I - we're not marriage-wreckers. We want to have fun, and we want you to have fun too. We want to open up your minds to possibilities you hadn't considered. We wouldn't do this with just anyone."

"Why us then?"

"Because you love each other. Because you're committed to each other. Because you'll survive this first shock and you'll be open to a world of sexual possibilities and fulfilment you've never known existed." His hands continued their gentle, insistent rubbing.

Susan snorted. "Funny way to express our love for each other."

"Not at all. Just look at Clara and myself. We separate for a time. We follow up leads and possibilities as they arise....and then we come back together and share. Nothing is stronger than the bond between us."

"I find that hard to believe."

"You have the evidence right in front of you!"

He could see this start to sink in a little but she frowned. "I don't know if Matt and I can be that open."

Julien's hands moved deliberately up to her thighs, gently forcing her legs apart. "Oh I don't know - you were pretty open last night."

Susan's right foot was still in his lap, and he made sure it was pressed against his growing erection. His hands roamed ever higher up her inner thighs. Susan's cunt lips were pulled apart as he stretched her thighs apart and he could see the moisture gathering there. Her breathing became slightly more laboured and he knew his body contact was working its magic charm again.

"I couldn't...." she murmured but made no move. His hands were now circling her groin. "I shouldn't." Susan swallowed hard. "I can't! Not again."

Julien's voice was as insistent as his hands. "Why not?" he demanded.

She seemed to be having trouble formulating any words. "Because...because yesterday was a once off."

"Oh I don't think so," Julien purred. His fingers reached her labia and found the moisture there, and still found no resistance to his advances....

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Clara smiled to see the look of lust and longing in Matt's face as she let go of his erection. He had obviously been expecting her to pull him off there and then. But Clara was never one to reach for the trigger too quickly. The drawn-out tease was her specialty and she revelled in it.

She squirted some body wash into Matt's hands. He seemed to hesitate a moment, as if trying to decide where to start, but then he reached straight for her breasts. Within moments both wet orbs were covered with soapy bubbles as Matt's hands roamed her front with impunity. Now it was her turn to close her eyes in order to concentrate on the sensations of the firm yet slippery massage she was receiving.

He paid special attention to the soft swell of her breasts out to each side of her body. She raised her arms over her head and his nails grazed her skin up and into each armpit. Gathering more soap he washed and kneaded her upper arms before the lure of her luscious breasts became too strong again and his hands were back where they started.

Matt allowed the shower water to rinse her front clean of the soap and then took each long, hard nipple into his mouth in turn, keeping each breast firmly cupped underneath with a hand. He pulled the nipples hard with his lips, coaxing them to their most swollen proportions. Clara sighed as ripples of delight swirled around her body. She could feel the warm moisture increase deep in her hidden recesses.

Matt seemed to become more emboldened, becoming more assertive than he been up to this point. He broke off his oral ministrations and turned Clara to face the wall, moving her arms so that she leant forward with both hands on the wet tiles as if she were being searched by police.

Now it was Clara's turn to squirm inside herself, longing for hands or fingers - or anything really - to be stimulating her erogenous zones. But Matt soaped up his hands and began to scrub and wash her back, now softly and smoothly, now rough and firm. At times he would reach up over her shoulders and along her arms, and at those moments she would then feel his hard penis pressing into her ass from behind.

That seemed to draw his attention to a hitherto ignored area of her body. Matt's hands returned to her back and then crept lower and lower. Finally he he was soaping up her buttocks, digging his fingers in deep into her tissues. Every so often he slipped a finger into her crack and slid it up and down a few times. Clara opened her legs wider. Matt's hands withdrew entirely as he reached for more soap.

"Now it is definitely your turn," he said softly from behind her. One slippery hand plunged down her butt crack straight to her little rosebud. Clara jumped, but as he insistently rubbed her anus and perineum she began to press her pelvic floor down into his fingers to increase the pressure.

Reaching further underneath her his fingertips played with her labial folds, slipping easily between them. Her clit tingled insistently. Clara couldn't decide just where she would prefer his fingers right now - anus, clit, or buried inside her. She ground her pelvis and gave a low growl of pleasure.

She was now in two minds. When Matt came to the bathroom door, she had decided this shower time would be a playful tease only. But now her body was crying out with the same aching need for release she had just recently denied Matt. Quickly deciding to press on with the slow-burn approach, she pulled away and turned back to face Matt. Crushing her breasts into his chest she gave him a hard passionate kiss on the mouth, her left hand drifting down to clasp his buttock as she did so.

Breaking free at last she smiled. "More on that story later," she quipped and pushed open the shower screen door.

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Susan closed her eyes and shivered as Julien's fingers scooped up some of her own juices and ran than up and over her clitoris. She heard her own moisture as he worked a couple of fingers just inside her entrance while his thumb played teasingly on top of her clitoral hood.


100% Pure Sex Ch. 02



She opened her eyes but they remained half-lidded with pleasure and building desire. How could this be? she wondered. How can I be lying here in a strange bed on a strange boat with a naked Frenchman feeling me up? And how come I can't stop it?

Susan exhaled the breath she didn't realise she had been holding in a long sigh. And in that moment she gave up all thought of fighting her conscience and gave in to her lust. A fire had been lit inside her and it was unquenchable. And as she gave in to her desire a weight lifted from her mind, and a feeling of freedom and even of power came over her.

She felt Julien's erection with her left foot. Her toes now wriggled to experience more of it. The feeling inside Susan grew. This hardness was caused by her. It was her body that had caused his member to swell so. It was her body that aroused Julien's passion. He wanted to ravish her as much as she wanted to be ravished.

Looking down at the huge monster that had brought such satisfaction the previous night, Susan began drooling slightly. "Ok," she said, and Julien's face turned to hers. "Put in it me again."

He smiled. "You want it?"

"Get it inside me before I change my mind."

Julien moved over to kneel inside her spread legs, flopping his dick down over her lower abdomen. "You would change your mind?"

"No! Just fuck me please."

"You didn't get enough last night?" Julien teased.

"No. So put it inside me for fuck's sake!" Susan almost screamed at him.

He leant down and positioned himself near her opening. "Are you ready for me?" he panted.

"Just try me."

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Matt followed Clara's lead in coming down for breakfast naked. They had each quickly dried themselves and then descended to the kitchen.

"Susan tells me you can be quite the chef at times," Clara said.

Matt stepped quickly into her personal space, bringing his face near her own. "Oh yes," he whispered. "I'm very handy in the kitchen." The fingers of his right hand invaded her pussy again as he said this, and his left was on her buttocks pressing her body to his. 

She was still very wet down there, but she laughed and pulled herself from his grasp. "Ok, you can be in charge then. Let's see what you can whip up."

Clara went to the island bench and jumped up to sit on the edge facing him, legs dangling but widely apart. Matt resisted the urge to go down on her there and then. He was happy enough to keep the teasing going too.

"Fine," he announced and moved over to the refrigerator. "What have we got to work with?" He put a tub of Greek yoghurt onto the bench beside him as well as a punnet of strawberries and small container of cream. Bananas from a fruit bowl joined the collection. Dipping into the pantry he found olive oil, honey, and a tin of peaches. 

A block of chocolate was also procured and some of this Matt put in a small bowl and then put it in the microwave. He also brought forth some UHT milk and began combining this with flour in a mixing bowl. 

It appeared to Clara that he was making pancake batter. "You'll find a frying pan in the bottom drawer over there," she said helpfully. 

Matt brought the batter bowl over to where she sat on the bench then collected the melted chocolate. "What makes you think I need a fry pan?" he smiled. Dipping one hand into the batter he smeared some over her tits.

"Hey," Clara said but seemed more surprised than displeased.

"Lie down," he instructed her. She lay back on the island bench willingly. Testing the chocolate to make sure it wasn't too hot, Matt scooped a spoonful and began dribbling this over her already smeared breasts. He leaned forward and began licking the nearest one.

"This seems like a rather one-sided feast you're making," Clara protested. Taking another spoonful he dripped this toward her mouth. Not expecting it, she took a moment to catch it in her mouth, the rest going down her chin. The next spoonful she caught better. 

Matt found a ladle that could hold more liquid and dipped that into the chocolate too. There was too much for just one mouthful, but Matt moved the drizzle down her neck and onto her bosom again. Taking a strawberry now, he swirled it around on her chest and lifted it to his mouth, savouring it with exaggerated delight. "Mmmmmm," he moaned. 

Alternating between feeding her and himself, the strawberries were soon gone. After pouring the rest of the chocolate over Clara's boobs, Matt opened the peaches. They were already cut into slices, and the first few went the same way as the strawberries. Soon, though, he was tracing the fruit down over her stomach before scooping up chocolate from her chest. Moving down the bench, Matt took one peach slice and placed it in Clara's labia. The natural fruit juice combined with her own meant it could easily slide between her lips. He rubbed it several times over her clitoris. Withdrawing the peach and replacing it with his mouth, Matt sucked her clit completely into his mouth and swirled it around with his tongue. 

Letting it out with a slurp he stood up and raised an eyebrow. "Mmm - fruity!" he announced, making Clara laugh. Returning the peach to her labia, this time he moved it lower, rubbing it firmly over her pussy opening. She began to moan and gyrate her hips softly. Matt inserted part of the fruit into her opening, then took his hand away and sucked it out of her, delighting in the taste. Reaching for another he repeated the process - clit stimulation, then penetration, followed by sucking it up and eating it.

"You seem to be getting most of the food!" Clara pouted, though clearly enjoying it.

"Yes, you're right," Matt frowned and looked around. "How can we rectify the situation? Aha!"

He reached for the oil and poured some into her navel, most of it overflowing down her abdomen and onto the bench. Clara looked on quizzically as he cut some French bread into bite-size pieces. Dipping some in the oil he offered it to her. He took some for himself too, feeding their gastric hunger for a while.

"Here's another tasty treat for you," Matt said, moving close to the bench top and placing his erect penis directly on the surface. Clara began to swivel towards it but he stopped her. "Hang on, you have to wait for the topping."

Scooping some Greek yoghurt from the tub with his fingers, he slathered it over the top his cock. He allowed Clara to lick his hand clean as his other reached for the honey. This he drizzled liberally over his yoghurt-coated dick. "Ok - now it's ready."

Clara leaned down to take him in her mouth, slurping and licking as she took him ever deeper. Matt groaned as she did so. Susan could never take this much of him into her mouth. He felt his balls constrict as he now fucked her mouth, savouring every inch as he slowly pumped his slick prick in and out. He had only ever before passively received a blow-job but now, as Clara relaxed her throat, Matt actively fucked her mouth in way he'd never experienced before.

But not for long. With a loud slurp, he popped out as Clara sat herself up, only to rearrange herself sitting astride the bench and spreading her legs. "Come and fuck me right now!" she demanded, and her fingers, after scooping up oil from her stomach, began to play with her clitoris.

Needing no further encouragement, Matt hopped up to join her. Kneeling between her thighs he aimed himself at her opening. Clara lay back on the kitchen bench as he lay himself on top of her and his cock pierced her love tunnel. Foreplay over, their bodies now a gooey mess of batter, oil, yoghurt and fruit juice, they gave themselves over to pure fucking. It wasn't the most comfortable, but it was a desperate release of passion, and they fucked until their hunger was spent.

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Julien inched the head of his dick into her pussy and Susan's head arched back as she wailed with delight. "Ohhhhhhhhh - Yes! That's it!"

His slow pumping action drove his hard cock ever deeper into her wetness. Susan was panting now, clenching the tousled bedsheets with her fists. "Yes. Give me more. I want it all. I want to be filled like I've never been filled before!"

Julien grunted, but he smiled. He always refrained from making comments about the size, or lack of it, of other men's penises. He let his own do the talking! The sight of this sexy woman giving herself to him with such abandon gave his dick such hardness. To see her writhe in passion was so arousing that he knew he could come again quite quickly. 

He was a master in the art of delayed ejaculation, and could sometimes choose to hold off for hours if it suited him. But now he sensed that what this woman really needed right now was a hard and furious fucking. And he was in just the mood to give it to her!

As soon as her cunt had grown used to accommodating his length and girth, he lay fully on top of her and pumped for all his worth. The boat began rocking crazily but he didn't let up for a moment. Like a 100 meter dash, the finish line was in sight. 

He concentrated on the feelings emanating from his penis. Susan's hot silky smooth cunt was stretched to capacity, and it was both tight and wet. "You...are such...a good...fuck," he panted between thrusts. "It won't take...much...longer!"

Susan was panting too. "Yes! Yes! Come again! Come inside me!"

Julien increased his tempo even further, frantically pumping into her. Soon enough he felt himself swell even further inside her and then he was bucking and grunting as his seed erupted into her warm depths. 

He lay on top of her for a while, both of them panting. Their lips met, this time with less urgent intensity and with a more languid savouring of the sensation. Gradually Julien felt his penis begin to soften. 

With that urgent need now satisfied, at least temporarily, their thoughts now turned to other requirements - toilet and food. Breaking the kiss eventually, Susan looked up up at him and confessed sheepishly, "I don't think my bladder can take the pressure much more."

"Je suis désolé," he murmured and lifted his weight off her stomach. Susan crawled out from under him and staggered off to the toilet. Feeling very pleased with himself Julien took himself up on deck. 

It was a glorious but calm morning. The still air was already quite warm. The small uninhabited island was not far off, and not another boat or water craft could be seen anywhere. Not knowing how long Susan would be, Julien took a piss over the edge of the boat.

He heard a soft laugh from behind him before he had finished. "Sometimes I envy you men!". Jiggling the last drops from his penis Julien turned. "What? Only sometimes?"

"I don't know how you manage to get anything done. If I had a tool like that, I'd just want to touch it all day long." She came fully up onto the deck behind him. "And when I say long..." Susan arched an eyebrow seductively.

"And if I had your breasts, I'd just play with them all day too."

"Who says I don't," she smirked.

Julien laughed and came back towards the cabin. "Come on, I'll fix us some breakfast."

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There wasn't much food left to breakfast on, but there was coffee - that was the main thing from Susan's point of view. Some left-over baguette with cheese as well as some fruit was all that could be scavenged.

They spoke little as they ate and sipped their coffees. Susan was rather taken aback by how surprisingly comfortable it all was. She expected that once the passion died down a bit she would feel rather embarrassed - both at her nakedness and at her intimacy with a guy she barely knew.

Though she could have gone back down inside the cabin to seek out her dress, she chose rather to laze back on the cushioned chair in the sun, completely starkers in front of an equally naked dark Frenchman she had never known only 3 days ago.

Previously, back home in her "normal" life that now seemed light-years away, Susan never would have dreamed of baring even her tits in the backyard for fear of being spotted by the neighbors. Whilst this was not exactly "public", nevertheless Susan felt a tremendous liberation in sitting out in the open back of the yacht in the sunshine like this. 

She was vaguely aware of a drone that had gradually grown in loudness but Julien had not stirred, and she had been too wrapped up in her own thoughts to pay it much mind. But suddenly, breaking into her reverie like an axe splintering wood came the calling of voices from close by across the water.

Julien called out something in French back, and the sound of an outboard motor cut out. Panicking, Susan urgently hissed at Julien, "Where's my clothes?"

"I think the dress was hanging up to dry near the bow."

Susan frowned, "Where?"

"Near the front of the boat."

Susan's heart thundered crazily in her chest as she thought about the two of them being sprung by people in this condition. 

Julien seemed calm and made no move at all to cover up. "It's just the guys come to repair the motor," he said.

The noise of another craft coming close was heard to the starboard side. Any moment now Susan expected to see some newcomers sail into view. "I can't let them see me like this!" she whispered.

"Then go around that side to the front," Julien replied, indicating the port side. Susan crept around that way. As she passed the bulk of the cabin towards the front she poked her head around cautiously. A small dingy with two young shirt-less men drifted towards the stern of Julien's yacht and out of Susan's view. Sighing with relief she clambered onto the front section of the boat and looked around for her dress. Damn! It was nowhere to be seen. Now there was a hubbub of noise - voices and laughing from the back, but the cabin prevented her from seeing any of the men. And, more importantly, it stopped them from seeing her!

Susan's heart rate began to settle as the initial shock began to recede. But until they had finished their task, she was stuck because there was no way to access the cabin except by going into the full view of the guys.

Looking about her Susan discovered that there were two blue mattress type things laid out towards the very front pointy end - presumably put there for sun baking purposes. With nothing much else to do, Susan lay down on one, her face to the prow. The mattresses were soft but the covering material a little rough after so much weather exposure. The sun had been on them for a couple of hours and they were warm on her breasts as she lay down on her stomach.

She grew quickly comfortable there, lying in the sun, a soft breeze caressing her body, rocked by gentle ripples of the tide. Amiable chatter and occasional laughs were heard from time to time from behind her, as well as intermittent coughs and splutters from the engine.

Facing forwards, Susan couldn't see behind her without turning and twisting her neck. She realised that it was possible that the two young guys, and even Julien too, could easily be taking secret peeks at her. She imagined what sight would meet their eyes. With surprise they would behold a naked female form basking in the sunlight, completely oblivious to their presence. Their eyes would trace the smooth sweep of her back and down over the mounds of her buttocks, before darting down the length of her tanned and shapely legs. Inevitably though, their eyes would be drawn up, up her inner thighs to maybe, just maybe, ascertain a glimpse of her pouting pussy lips.

Far from being embarrassed, Susan felt herself become turned on by these unexpected thoughts. Where had such ideas sprung from, she wondered. Had Julien corrupted her that much? And that quickly? Surely not. Surely these were dredged up from her own core. And as she reflected on this, her thoughts drifted back to imagining the view any watchers might be getting. 

She shifted her body, as if just re-adjusting her position for comfort, but in fact opening her legs just that little bit wider. Might her lips now be on show a bit clearer? Would someone be able to see the tufts of hair poking out to either side?

Biting her lip, keeping her eyes firmly closed, Susan felt her heart rate quicken again. She felt her breathing become shallower and she felt arousal take her in its fateful grip. Her pelvis began to rock softly as tried to get some pressure onto the areas of growing need. 

Opening her legs wider now, there was surely no doubt as to the view on show. Perhaps they could see moisture accumulating at her opening. Was it even now leaking from her onto the sunbed?

This was too much for her. Susan pushed her body backwards and raised herself slightly on her knees, legs still splayed. Anyone would now see the full outline of her snatch. Her right hand went between her legs and rubbed slowly, provocatively back and forth, up and down through her cleft. Propped on her left arm and resting her forehead on the mattress, Susan moaned as she felt her own slippery wetness. 

It felt so good, so wantonly sexy, to feel herself so openly in this way. To masturbate. Yes, that's the word. Masturbate! In public. Her fingers increased their tempo as she imagined the show she was putting on for who knew who.

Gasping and panting Susan would sometimes slow the rhythm to prolong the delicious feeling, them speed up as the need overwhelmed her again. From out of the blue came an image to her mind of Julien and the 2 other guys, all with dicks in hand, stroking themselves in time with her own rubbing.

Soon there was no let up at all, and she was frigging herself her all she was worth, going for broke. She imagined a sudden rush by all the guys, jostling in their hurry to reach her, elbowing one another to reach her first and then, with a sudden thrust, impale themselves within her watery depths. 

The climax, when it came, having been delicately built over a good 10 minutes or more, crashed deliciously over her, rocking her body with spasm upon spasm, shudder after shudder. She dared not turn around to see if anything like her imagination were true. It would be so exciting and yet so terrifying it were. 

She drew her legs together as her clit became too sensitive for direct massage, but she was able to keep some general movement in the area as her body began to relax once more. Susan settled back flat upon her stomach and soon, eyes still closed, drifted off into slumber.

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It was late in the morning when Julien and arrived back at the villa. Clara had sent Matt out on an errand to buy some fresh meat for dinner, so she was the only one home to greet them upon their return. Clara and Julien seemed relaxed and loving in their greeting, which only made Susan feel even more uncomfortable. She quickly excused herself to go up to her room.

She was in the shower when Matt returned. There was no lock on the door of the guest ensuite, so Matt could poke his head around.

"Hi. You're back!" he called out cheerily.

Susan jumped slightly, both from surprise as well as from an involuntary embarrassment. Strangely, her first instinct was to cover her naked form, or at least turn her back to him, but she quickly repressed it. To behave that way towards her husband would be odd to say the least. Forcing herself to remain calm and continue casually washing herself, she called back brightly. 

"Yes. That was an adventure and a half!"

"You both alright?"

"Yes, we're both fine. Great. No problems." She was babbling a bit, but trying not to be suspiciously over-talkative. Washing her cum-caked inner thighs and pubes had been Susan's first order of business in the shower, so she was pretty confident there was no outward evidence of just how "great" she was.

She had no idea just how much Matt knew of what had passed between Julien and herself. She knew he had been fooling around with Clara in her absence, but how much did Matt know in return?




100% Pure Sex Ch. 02



"Ok. Well, I'll let you finish washing your hair," Matt called over the noise of the running water. "You can tell me all about it later."

A few minutes later, Susan had dried herself with a huge fluffy towel, then used the hair-dryer to complete the task. She could hear movements from the bedroom beyond. She assumed it was Matt, but everything had become so topsy-turvy in the last 24 hours, and Susan didn't quite know what to expect any more.

Even if it was her husband, she felt a curious reluctance to go out there completely naked and start hunting for some clothes. An invisible barrier had come between them. Not a terrible one, and certainly not, her heart foresaw,fatal to their relationship at any rate. But the issues raised by last night would take some delicate discussion, and Susan felt no desire to launch into it right here and now. 

Yet it could not be put off forever, and until then it was causing her to flinch from being intimate with her own husband. She was suddenly reminded of Adam and Eve hiding from God in the Garden of Eden after they had eaten the forbidden fruit.

Steeling herself, she decided to ditch the towel and go out fully naked, just as she normally would at home. Matt was sitting in a chair near a window, flipping through a magazine. She was suddenly stung by a thought – she hadn't even found out about his meeting yesterday.

"I can't believe I haven't found out about Brunetti yet!" she blurted out. Indeed Matt had acted like it wasn't the top of his agenda either. Nevertheless, as she dressed Matt relayed, in painstaking detail, the conversation he had had with the influential film producer. He made no mention of the shopping trip with Clara, nor of any nocturnal activities, and Susan didn't ask. 

She in turn related some of the events of her boat trip with Julien – sailing the boat herself, Julien fishing, the breakdown and subsequent repair of the motor. She didn't bring up her lust-driven acrobatics with Julien - today or last night. 

Part of her wanted Matt to ask her, yet part of her dreaded being asked. If directly confronted she would have confessed all, but as it was neither party seemed inclined to be the first to confess or to accuse.

Soon there was a soft knock at the door from Clara, and the moment for private discussions had passed.

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Clara led Susan down the back steps to the kitchen garden. A shady portico opened out onto a small expanse of lawn. Flower beds, immaculately maintained, surrounded the lawn and trellised vines grew along the brick fences that bounded Clara and Julien's villa. 

Clara could sense Susan's awkwardness and kept her focussed on small duties - holding a wicker basket, picking some herbs from the culinary beds, helping choose some of the fresh flowers to cut. None of it made any difference, and Clara sighed inwardly as she led her back into the cool of the kitchen.

Laying the flowers and herbs down, she began searching for a flower vase. As she began to arrange the flowers, she decided to tackle the issue head on. 

"I know how you are feeling. Really I do."

Clara saw a look of fear come into Susan's eyes. She leaned over and patted Susan's hand comfortingly. She felt the other woman tremble. "Don't worry, my dear," Clara soothed. "You're making too much of it all. Look at Julien and I - we're both happy and relaxed. You should be too. I'm not cross. I'm not jealous. In fact, I'm very happy for you. I just wish you could feel that way too."

Susan took a while to reply, but when she did her voice was calm and even. "I really don't understand how you and Julien can be like that. How you can just share him with...with others."

"My dear - it's just sex!"

Susan frowned in thought. "I've always thought it was so special that I'd only ever share it with one other person."

"And now you've shared it with someone else. And guess what? The world hasn't ended. There was no earthquake or firestorm. You still love your husband, and he still loves you. And you know what? You even enjoyed it!"

Susan had no immediate reply to this. There was no denying the last sentence anyway. 

"But heaps of couples break up when someone has an affair," Susan protested at last.

"But to Julien and I, there is no affair. We each let the other go - with our blessing."

"That's what I find so difficult to understand."

"Why?"

"Because...well, because...don't you feel jealous of the other person?"

"No, not at all. In fact, I really love it that Julien enjoys himself. I'm letting him be free, not caging him up all to myself and stifling him."

"But what if he flies away and never comes back? What if he prefers someone else?"

"We love each other too much for that. Just like you and Matt do too. Which is not to say our own relationship doesn't need work. We still need to nurture that - of course we do. Otherwise it would definitely wither away. So we make sure there is plenty of time for each other, but it still leaves plenty of time to explore and play elsewhere. And we're always open about who we've been with and what we've done. And besides, I get to have my own fun. And it's exciting, coming back together and sharing all the details."

Clara could see Susan was taking all this onboard, cogitating on it. She allowed her a few minutes silence while she began to cut the herbs. Hearing Susan sigh, she put down the knife and turned to her again.

"Did Matt tell you what he did last night?"

"Well...no. He didn't volunteer any information. And I didn't press him because I...well, I didn't want to have to admit to what I had been doing." Susan blushed and looked at the ground as she said this, and Clara reached out a hand to her chin and softly raised her face to her own.

"He was with me last night. Yes - and this morning too. You knew that didn't you?"

She felt Susan tremble, but she maintained eye contact. "Yes," she said quietly. "Although I didn't know it last night, but I did by this morning."

"And did you feel jealous about him? This morning I mean? After you found out?"

Several images from this morning flashed through Susan's mind - opening her legs to Julien, being pounded inside the little cabin bedroom, and frigging herself to orgasm openly on the boat later on. 

She didn't answer, so Clara pushed a little further. "No? Having too much of a good time?"

She smiled, and Susan finally cracked a smile too. "Maybe," she admitted sheepishly.

"I'm sure you did. I know my man."

They both laughed a little at that, dissolving away some of Susan's nervous tension. And its place there began to grow a bond - an understanding that only two women who have had similar intimate moments can share.

Clara moved away and began cutting the herbs again. This time Susan came closer. "He's very..."

"Big?" Clara finished.

"Generous." Susan said, and they both dissolved into fits of laughter.

Calming down, Clara looked across at her friend. "I hope he did the finger wiggle for you," she said.

"The what?" Susan frowned, though a smile still managed to linger in her expression.

Clara put down the knife. "Well, I must admit, there is one thing that keeps me coming back to Julien. I could never leave him because I've never found anyone else who can quite match it."

Susan was clearly intrigued. "I'm not sure if he did it. What are you talking about?"

"Did he give you a body orgasm?"

"Well, maybe - I guess he did."

"Oh, no. He didn't then. You'd know about it for sure if he had. How rude of him not to share that with you. I must have words with him later!"

Leaping to Julien's defence, Susan said "Oh, he think maybe he did."

Taking Susan's hand now, Clara looked at her earnestly. "Julien does this thing sometimes where he puts these two fingers inside you." She placed her third and forth fingers on Susan's palm. "And he curls them like this so he can put pressure on your g-spot, and then he moves his whole hand and wrist up and down violently whilst pressing on your pubis from above. I can't explain it - but it causes the most intense orgasms I've ever experienced with anyone. It's not just a clitoral orgasm - your body is wracked with pleasure and you just shake uncontrollably like you're having an epileptic fit or something. And when it begins to calm down, he'll do it again. And again. And again. It's the most outstanding thing ever."

Susan seemed to be moved by this description, and squirmed slightly on the spot. "You're making ME feel jealous of YOU now! I thought it might have been the other way around!"

Clara smiled and held Susan's hand. "It's been so nice to share this time with you. And it's been nice to share in other ways too!"

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Meanwhile Julien and Matt took the twisted streets and alleys back up towards the villa. They had been down to the pier where Julien had paid some men for the repairs to his yacht. Matt understood nothing of the rapid exchange in French, but there was clearly good camaraderie between the men. Julien was obviously well-known and liked in these parts. 

The sun was already quite hot and both men began to sweat as they climbed steeply, at times using stairs that ran from one street level to the next. Panting slightly Julien turned to Matt. "I'll take you home via a great look-out. It's not far."

They soon emerged after a long stone stair up through a narrow cutting to a high promontory. A wooden bench was alone before a railing, the other side of which dropped quite sheerly and spectacularly into the glistening sea below. It was indeed a stunning vista, the both men stood silent for a while, drinking in the heavenly blue sky merging in the distance with a shimmering green sea that seemed to stretch on forever to either side. 

Without turning to face Matt, Julien spoke. "We don't have to talk about it you know. We can just pretend like nothing has happened. Ignore the elephant in the corner, as they say."

Matt smiled. "Room. The elephant in the room."

Julien looked slightly confused. "Pardon?"

Shaking his head Matt dismissed the banter and addressed the true issue between them. "I think I'm kind of in shock still." He paused, continuing to look straight out at the sea. "I didn't think Susan had it in her." He smiled grimly and shook his head. "Heck, I didn't think I had it in me!"

There was a silence for a while between them, in which the calling of seabirds and the waves far below were the only sounds.

"Would you be up for it again?" Julien asked quietly.

Matt turned to him in surprise. He regarded Julien's demeanour and decided he was asking this in all seriousness. Matt was silent while his thoughts were in turmoil. Would he be up for more infidelity? Only this time decided well in advance, not spontaneous. 

Matt's cock tingled with the very thought even though his mind was assailed with doubts. "I don't know," was all he could eventually blurt out.

Julien looked surprised."Really? You'd pass up the opportunity?"

Matt's heart thudded in his chest and he tried to get his addled emotions in order. He would give anything for another night with Clara, but what about Susan? What would she want or do? 

Pushing Matt further, speaking into his dilemma, Julien added "l thought I might make another pass at Susan tonight after dinner - if it's alright with you that is."

Matt could only stammer in reply. "If you want to...that is...if she is willing...I mean if she wants to..."

Julien laughed. "You are so funny the two of you. You make it all into such a big deal, when it needn't be at all." He paused and became more serious. "I must admit though, that's what makes it all the more exciting for Clara and I."

A frown stole over Matt's face. "What do you mean?" 

"You know that famous saying 'Love conquers all'? Well I have another saying 'Lust conquers all'." 

Julien turned now to fully face Matt and looked him earnestly in the face. "Have you ever seen a woman who is completely and utterly a slave to her lust and desire?" He paused. "No, you probably haven't. But I tell you it is the most erotic thing in the world. To see a woman lose control of all the restrictions she has built up. Of what is the right and proper thing to do. She struggles, she resists, but eventually she gives in to all her most primal and carnal desires because she cannot help it! All that pent-up passion and emotion just erupts out of her. That - that is a glory to behold!"

Matt was silent, and Julien let him stew on this for a moment before adding in a quieter voice, "Mon ami, you should witness this for yourself tonight. You will find it most stimulating I promise you. Clara can arrange it, if you so desire." 

Matt's head swirled. His cock was rigid and throbbing in his pants as he saw again in his mind the images of his wife making love to Julien with her mouth. Would he go further? Would he - could he watch his wife fuck someone else? How could it be that he could even desire such a thing? Yet the evidence in his groin showed him quite clearly that the idea was a turn-on.

Julien watched him wrestle with his emotions for a while. He couldn't resist giving the idea one more plug. "It is thrilling is it not? Watching your wife. You get a whole new perspective when you can watch from a distance instead of being in there doing it to her yourself. I must admit I like to watch Clara sometimes. I learn more about her - what she likes, how she responds, what others will try with her."

Right now it was what Matt wanted more than anything in the world, but he still couldn't bring him to admit such a thing out loud.

Julien shrugged and made to move off. "You can decide later. But this is your last chance. Tomorrow you'll be leaving. You've only got a bit over 24 hours left. Why not just let your passions take you wherever they will?"

Why not indeed.

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Dinner was a sumptuous affair. Susan felt her jealousy of Clara rise up again like bile in her throat. Hostess, socialite, seductress, chef...it seemed that anything Clara turned her hand to was achieved successfully, effortlessly and with great panache. 

There was also a grudging respect, however. Clara was obviously wealthy enough to bring in hired help to cook and perform other household chores, but instead she prepared the whole thing herself. Not only that, she seemed to relish it. 

As guests, she had insisted that Susan and Matt were to relax around the pool and had sent Julien out as well to make sure of it. 

Meanwhile she had created a feast of several courses – first mussels coated white wine, garlic and chilli, then a hand-made pasta of Ravioli Langoustine, followed by the scorpionfish Matt had bought down in the village, its red flesh opened up as a bed for sautéed vegetables and citrus (served with a flaming sprig of rosemary!), and finally a rich chocolate mousse. 

Julien proudly escorted them to the dining room via the kitchen so they might see the various dishes in store for them. Awaiting them was a formally set table with several bottles of local Rose wine on ice. 

As Matt held her chair for her and she seated herself at the table, Susan felt a nervousness she had not known since her school days, or perhaps the day of her wedding. 

She had dressed up for dinner – they all had. One of Julien's rather large suits hung slightly ridiculously on Matt's smaller frame. Susan had borrowed one of Clara's dresses. Unsurprisingly, the choices available all tended to the risqué. She had finally opted for a shimmering purple outfit with a deeply plunging neckline. She had chosen to adorn herself with a dangling necklace so as to distract attention from her cleavage, but it ended up only having the opposite effect. She belatedly realised that wearing a bra with such a dress was really not an option. So, for the first time ever, Susan was out in public without a bra. But this was not the cause of her nerves. 

During the afternoon, whilst lying on a sunlounge by the pool, Matt has excused himself to go to the toilet. Julien had immediately come over to her. Whilst applying some lotion to her back, he had quietly propositioned her about tonight. It was their last chance to be together he had said. He had more, so much more, to share with her before she left the following day.

Susan had expressed some hesitation, despite the arousal that his hands and his words of desire were unleashing. It was one thing to have taken the opportunity that separation from her husband had given her last night. But to arrange a liaison whilst all under the same roof was a quite different affair. That at least was her stated reason for demurring.

But Julien had already formulated a plan: once dessert was finished, make an excuse to go up to her bedroom and he would meet her there. 

He was back in the pool doing laps by the time Matt returned, leaving Susan quite unable to concentrate on the novel she was reading.

And so for Susan, and indeed for them all, the meal was charge with an electric atmosphere – one of unspoken promise and potential. Susan toyed with a decision throughout it all, but in truth she knew what her answer must be. For her body and her mind had combined in lustful thoughts all evening and her heart was overwhelmed.

As far as pretences would go, this one didn't deserve much thinking about. How would it play out to Matt and to Clara? She would disappear upstairs and then Julien too would excuse himself. How would their prolonged absence be seen as anything other than what it truly was? And how would the abandoned couple entertain themselves in her absence?The subterfuge was really just window-dressing, but Susan was past caring. Any flimsy excuse was enough by now. 

And so it was that Susan eventually pushed her chocolate mousse away half-eaten and padded upstairs, her heart thudding in her chest so loud it was a wonder no-one else could hear it. Matt, Clara and Julien looked at one another knowingly...

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Matt paused at the top of the stairs. Clara took his hand and moved him along the passageway, past the guest bedroom to a door just beyond it. Julien hadn't followed them all the way - he stood still for a moment right outside the bedroom door. My bedroom, Matt reflected. Mine and Susan's. He assumed Susan was behind that door right now, waiting for Julien. Matt felt his pulse quicken and his throat constrict as he wondered how Susan was feeling at this point.

Julien gave a small nod of his head in their direction. Blowing him a quick kiss, Clara turned and opened the door in front of them, pulling Matt in after her. She turned to Matt and held a finger to her lips. The room was dark. Clara strode silently but purposefully across to her right. Floor to ceiling wardrobe doors could just be made out in the gloom. Quietly pulling one of these open allowed a soft light to filter through to them. 

Moving up beside her, Matt realised that the light was coming from the next-door guest bedroom. Part of the wall between the two rooms had been removed creating a small space that had once been a wardrobe on either side. Matt recalled the wooden louvred doors that had panelled one side of the bedroom he and Susan had been given. He had taken them for normal wardrobe doors. He had not had any reason to actually open them. 

Warm soft light penetrated through these from the bedroom, and he and Clara could see quite well everything inside the room.

The bed was in front of them and to their left, the doorway to their right. Susan was standing on the far side of the bed. Her hands were on the back of a chair that was in front of a dressing table on her side of the bed. She appeared to be staring at her own reflection in the large mirror that sat on the dresser. She seemed uneasy or nervous. Her back was to the door, but she was slightly side-on to Matt as he stood silent and spell-bound. 




100% Pure Sex Ch. 02



There was a soft knock followed by the sound of a door being opened. Matt saw Susan grip the back of the chair in front of her, but she did not turn around.

Julien padded quietly into view across the room. He stood behind Susan - not directly behind but somewhat to her right, presumably so that she could clearly see both of them in the mirror.

Matt felt Clara beside him slowly kneel down and move so that she was now in front of him. Tearing his eyes away from his wife and Julien for a moment, he saw the mischievous grin on her face. Her hands went to the buttons and zip on his pants.

Susan's voice broke the silence. "I don't know about this." Matt's eyes were drawn back to the action in the other room as he felt Clara begin to wiggle his pants down. Julien's hands were on Susan's shoulders.

Julien leaned forward and kissed the side of her neck. "Oh, ma cherie - but I think you do!"

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Julien's fingers were moving to the thin straps of Susan's dress as he kissed her neck.

"I know how much you want this, ma cherie. I know how much I want it!" His lips travelled up the smooth line of her neck and suckled gently on her earlobe. Looking in the mirror Julien could see that Susan had closed her eyes, savouring the sensations he was giving her. Quickly he moved both hands at once, pulling the straps of her dress off her neck and letting it flutter to the floor.

Susan's eyes flew open and she drew in an involuntary gasp of air. Julien felt her body stiffen, but she didn't move any further. He saw her looking at the two of them in the mirror. Her white lacy knickers stood out now against the tanned skin of her stomach and legs, but she wore no bra and her breasts stood proudly on display, nipples hard and erect.

"You see how your body wants this," Julien purred softly. "Is it not craving this?"

Susan said nothing but continued to look at the two of them in the mirror. Julien too drank in the exquisite sight. She, her hair swept up and pinned, a silver necklace around her neck dangling a blue gem down into her cleavage. He, tall, dark, powerfully built, looking handsome in a tailored dinner suit.

His hands drifted down her shoulder blades and moved forward along the sides of her ribcage. He could now see them in the mirror as they emerged onto her front and approached her breasts from underneath. He felt her body quiver as she saw them, making her tanned body look rather pale in comparison. He noticed her breathing quicken as his hands crept ever closer. Susan let out a moan as his hands finally claimed her breasts, cupping them gently at first, his fingers softly kneading the ripe fullness. 

Julien felt his own body react to the view in the mirror too. "You are so desirable my dear. So perfect in every way!" He pressed his bulging erection into her buttocks. "Can you feel how much you arouse me? Do you know how hard it was to restrain myself at the table tonight? When all I wanted to do was to reach over, rip your dress off and ravage you right there on the table."

Susan's body continued to quiver at his words and actions. "Do I arouse you just as much? Are you as turned on as I am?"

Susan could only nod silently in reply. 

"I want to feel your arousal. I want to know it for myself. I...I want to taste how much you want me." Susan's trembling was unmistakeable now, she could hardly control her own body. 

Julien moved around and knelt before her. He began by planting soft kisses near the top of her pubic mound, just above her low cut underwear. He pressed his nose into her labial folds through the thin material and inhaled deeply. Susan tensed slightly as he did so, mortified in case he didn't like her smell. 

Julien moved quickly to dispel her fears. He sighed loudly and exclaimed "Mon Dieu, you smell divine!" He slowly began peeling her panties down her legs. Without any hesitation now Susan stepped out of them and almost unconsciously spread her legs slightly. It was all the invitation Julien needed. His mouth rose up to meet her aching cunt to lick and drink from her wellspring of love.   

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Clara smiled. Both she and her husband were on their knees, but in truth it was they who were the conquerors. The bulge in Matt's jocks was just aching to be freed from it's constraints, and Clara was only too happy to oblige. She slid them down to join his pants in a heap on the floor. 

His cock was at maximum already and it gently pulsated as it pointed skywards. Clara ran her lips softly up and down the underside. She inhaled deeply of his manly aroma and felt herself moisten in anticipation. She reached for his scrotal sack as she nuzzled his penis. She felt the skin already tight, and she caressed his balls gently.

Raising herself to her feet, she made a tugging motion at Matt's shirt and mouthed "off!". Matt, barely shifting his eyes from the scene unfolding in the next room, nonetheless didn't hesitate to obey.

Moving behind Matt, Clara found a chair that they kept there and placed it in a good position. Now completely naked, Matt willingly sunk into the chair. There was another chair nearby but Clara ignored it. Kneeling again, this time to Matt's side, she could both watch her husband with Susan, and reach for Matt's dick at the same time. As Julien buried his tongue in Susan's snatch, Clara pumped Matt's shaft, milking copious precum and spreading it all over the head and body of his dick. 

Feeling him begin to swell even further Clara let go and took the opportunity to quickly rid herself of her clothing. Susan's moaning clearly carried to their hiding place as Clara moved in front of Matt, temporarily blocking his view. Facing the action herself, Clara lowered herself onto his cock. She was so wet and ready for entry that he penetrated her deeply in one hit. 

Her cunt walls clamped down and gripped him tightly as she slowly shifted her body up and down on his dick. She could hear Matt's quiet deep breathing behind. She imagined he desperately wanted to come but yet wanted to prolong the agony/ecstasy as much as possible. 

But the sound of Susan's slutty moaning combined with Clara's own pumping action had his balls tightening and then exploding a release of spunk deeply inside her. At the same moment Susan's wails of excitement reach a crescendo and the watchers were treated to the sight of her having to hold onto Julien's head so as not to collapse. Matt continued to pump inside Clara, matching his thrusts to his wife's moans in the next door room.

Clara smiled again, this time at the thought that husband and wife have both come together - albeit in different rooms!

She leant back so she she could whisper in Matt's ear. "Did you like that?"

Matt could only nod mutely. Next door Julien had struggled to his feet and Susan was desperately ripping off his clothes.

"Do you want to watch him fuck her?" Clara whispered coyly. "Or do you want to fuck me some more?"

Matt was struck speechless. Clara saw he wouldn't be able to decide for himself. Taking the matter into her own hands, she made the decision for him. Lifting off and then pulling him to his feet, she headed for the door with Matt, somewhat reluctantly, following her. 

Susan's voice carried through to them once more. "I need you inside me!".

"My sentiments exactly," Clara smirked. "Come on. Let's go somewhere more comfortable..."

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Susan's desire had reached fever pitch. Far from satiating her, Susan's orgasm left her body craving even more. There was now certainly not the slightest vestige of any scruples about fucking Julien again. All she knew was that she had a hunger in her cunt that she was desperate to satisfy. 

With no other coherent thought other than to gain access to Julien's wonderful tool, Susan began stripping him, ripping his shirt buttons in the process. Julien didn't seem to mind - indeed he looked rather pleased at the animalistic passions he had set loose in her.

He certainly didn't make it any easier for her. He just stood there as she moved quickly through her tasks - shirt off, belt unbuckled, zipper down, pants and jocks pulled down in one swift motion. 

Finally she was rewarded by the sight of his enormous cock. Suddenly though she paused, undecided on how to proceed. She usually allowed Matt to take the initiative in their sex life, and Julien had made all the moves with her up until now. Currently he seemed to be content to allow her passion to run free and see where it led.

All Susan knew for sure was she needed to be fucked - and the sooner the better. She didn't care how. She didn't care in what position. Her sopping cunt needed to be filled. 

"I need you inside me!" she said aloud.

Julien smiled at her, then he looked down at the pile of clothing circling his feet. "How about you finish what you started then?"

He moved slightly and sat himself down on the chair that faced the dressing table and mirror. Susan quickly knelt down and slipped his shoes off each foot, tossing each one across the floor. His socks soon followed before his pants were finally able to be wriggled off him completely. 

Her head was at the level of his lap, and Susan found the sight of his pulsating erection impossible to resist. She leant forward and licked the full length of it before taking as much of it into her mouth as she could. As on the boat the previous day, she found herself choking on it without even getting half of it inside her. But its salty sweetness was so delectable, its silken hardness so delightful and its warmth so intoxicating she didn't care.

She bobbed her head up and down valiantly for a while, but it only served to stoke her own fires down below to breaking point. Her cunt was calling and Susan sprang into action.

She suddenly let go of him and stood up. Moving closer to the naked form in front of her she manoeuvred her legs outside his. Gripping his dick with one hand she lowered herself onto his lap. He took one of her breasts into his mouth as she lined him up with her glistening opening.

She took half his shaft inside her on the first plunge. "Oh my God," she squealed with pleasure. "How can anyone fit you inside them?"

Breaking off his suction, Julien grinned. "You've done it before my dear. Let me give you some more inspiration." His mouth returned to her breast, slurping and suckling hungrily. 

Lifting off Susan saw she had left her lubrication on him. Up and down she slowly pumped, each time getting deeper and deeper. With a grunt she plunged completely down on him. Placing her feet on the seat itself near Julien's butt she tried to work up some tempo to her fucking. Glancing to her left she could see herself in the mirror. The vision she saw was a young hussy wantonly fucking some stud for her own base pleasure. The picture turned her on even more, powering her to up the tempo further.

Julien bit down on her aching nipple, playfully running his teeth along its hardened point. One of his hands was around her back, helping to steady her as she rocked and bucked. She felt like a wild animal in heat.

Her pleasure was mounting. She could feel another orgasm within reach. It felt as if it were building up underneath her, bubbling up and through her body. Her cunt was filled to capacity and she gleefully plunged herself up and down on his shaft. Like an underwater diver coming up for air, the surface of her orgasm shimmered in front of her, though it was impossible to tell just how close it was.

Her breathing was ragged. She wasn't sure how long she could keep up the pace of her own fucking. Grunting, she felt her thighs tense and quiver. "Oh, God, I'm cumming," she panted. "It's nearly here, it's nearly here!"

Julien bit down on her nipple again. Susan screamed.

********************

Matt followed Clara down the corridor towards her bedroom. As they passed an open door Matt glimpsed a flash of naked flesh: their own. He paused and took a step closer to the doorway out of curiosity. Facing him were floor to ceiling mirrors, and he even though he could only see a fraction of the room, he could see enough to show him this was a weights room.

Clara had stopped and come back to him. Matt reached out and grabbed Clara's hand. "I have an idea," he announced and switched on the light to the room. 

Clara arched an eyebrow in surprise, but her eyes glinted with humor. "I thought we were going to go somewhere comfortable." 

"And I thought you wanted a good workout." 

She smiled and stepped blinking into the brightly lit room. "I didn't realise you were my gym instructor." 

"Oh really?" Matt replied, ad-libbing. "Well, I'm a man of many talents." He ran his hands over some of the equipment, his mind humming with sexual possibilities. "It's time for your training session."

"Oui monsieur," Clara said with mock-timidity. She was happy to let Matt run with this scenario for the moment.

He glanced around the room, taking it all in quickly. It turned out that 3 of the walls were completely covered with mirrors, making the room's true size hard to gauge. Matt looked at them approvingly - they were very appropriate to the voyeuristic tone of the past 24 hours. The floor was mostly covered with padded mats, and it held a surprising amount of gym equipment. Along with several weights equipment there were also parallel bars, a pommel horse, a stepper. A knotted rope hung from the ceiling and on the one wall without mirrors there was a rack of wooden bars almost to the roof.

"Right then," Matt barked, turning back to Clara. "Ten push-ups to begin with."

"Yes, sir," she replied and dropped to floor to comply. Matt stood watching, delighted. It was a pleasure to gawk at Clara's well-toned butt as she pumped quickly though the push-ups. She finished quickly. Matt wished he'd ordered a higher number!

"Jumping Jacks," he called out. "Twenty!" This time around he was rewarded with a close-up view of her tits jangling and bobbing as she ripped through the exercise easily. 

"Ok," Matt said looking around. "Very good warm-up. Time for the parallel bars."

Clara made her way over to the bars. She turned back to face him. "I forgot to bring my leotard to our sessions today. I hope there's no punishment."

"Remember what I said last time? Leotards are banned from now on. I want you performing au natural."

"Yes master," Clara smirked, then launched herself up and onto the beams. She supported her weight for a few moments before flipping herself upside down and balancing doing a headstand. Matt was impressed. Clearly she knew gymnastics well. The equipment obviously were not just for show.

The bars were set about Matt's head height and Clara delivered a quick series of somersaults and acrobatics, the like of which Matt had never seen close-up. His dick began to grow and throb again as he watched this lithe creature twist and turn, her body lean and taut. He began to wonder whether "nude gymnastics" might not have some sort of future as a spectator sport.

Clara ended her routine by flinging a leg over each bar and sat like that, panting slightly. Her bottom hung down below the level of the bars. Her neat little landing strip was too much for Matt to resist. Lifting his face to her he began to lap at her cunt like a thirsty dog. Clara threw her head back and uttered a low growl. Matt tasted an unfamiliar taste as his tongue licked up and down the length of her juicy slit. He realised it was probably his own cum that he'd deposited inside her not so long ago. The thought was initially a bit repulsive, but Clara's sighs of delight encouraged him to dismiss such thoughts and keep at it.

His nose rubbed against her clit as his tongue rolled around her labia, piercing her opening from time to time. Clara was getting noisier and noisier. He quickened his pace and he felt her tensing.

"Lick my clit. Fuck! Lick it! Lick it now!"

Matt reached up on tiptoes and sucked her clitoris into his mouth and licking it from between his own lips. Clara's body began to shake and buck. He struggled to maintain his hold on her. She was fucking his face furiously whilst suspended in the air. With a loud "Oui! Oui!" Clara came, spreading more juice over Matt's happy face.

Unable to hold herself on the bars any longer, she slipped down and began to lick her own juices off his mouth and chin. 

********************

Julien allowed Susan to calm down from her peak. 

He was still hard inside her. He kissed her neck as she crouched, panting, on his lap. As her breathing became less laboured his mouth sought out hers. He felt her give herself fully to it, lustfully kissing him back with gusto. 

After some minutes of this, where the only sound to be heard was a wet slurping passion, Julien decided to move the action over to the bed. He pulled away from her face. Susan looked part disappointed, part expectant.

He stood, and as he did so she wrapped her legs around his waist. The bed was close, and Julien only had to move a few paces, whilst trying to keep his penis firmly implanted. At the edge of the bed he tried to manoeuvre Susan down onto her back. She unwrapped her legs and tried to wriggle her pelvis further onto the bed, causing her vaginal muscles to constrict and expel his semi-erect dick.

Unperturbed Julien moved to lie next to her. He began to run his hands over her nakedness. Gentle, yet not too light so as not to tickle. Susan closed her eyes, sighing every time one of his hands closed in on a breast.

"Roll over. I'm going to get something," he told her.

She obeyed, rolling onto her stomach as he retrieved something from the bathroom. Returning with oil he began pouring it liberally over her back and buttocks. It ran down her sides onto the bed, and down into her ass crack and between her thighs. Soon his hands returned to her body. Firstly with fingertips and then his his whole palms he kneaded her supple flesh.

Susan sighed again. "You missed your calling, Julien. You should have been a masseur."

"I have done some training actually. Many years ago now."

"Mmm, I'm not surprised." 

Susan felt his fingers dig deeply into her buttocks finding certain spots that ached ever so pleasurably with his insistent pressure. He went lower down onto the backs of her thighs and calves, rubbing places that were stiff from the various sex acts she'd been lured into over the past 24 hours.

Julien felt her body relax, but he didn't want her to relax too much. He wanted to stoke the fires of her lust a little more.

He rolled her over onto her back once more and then drizzled copious amounts of oil over her breasts, stomach and pubic area. She kept her legs firmly together to try to stop so much oil leaking onto the bed, but it wasn't much use. Julien began simultaneously relaxing and arousing her, initially paying more attention to her breasts before eventually opening her legs wide and rubbing her inner thighs. Higher and higher on her legs he moved, zoning in on her pussy just as he had at the start of the day.

Pausing, sitting up straight and stretching his back he looked down at her. She opened her eyes to look back at him.

"Are you ready for something special?" he asked.

********************

Clara lowered her body down from the bars. She had intended to pull Matt down on top of her onto the mats beneath them and get him inside her as soon as possible. It was her instinctual response to an orgasm. 

But Matt took her hand and began to pull her away. "Over here," he demanded. Clara had to quickly decide whether to fulfil her natural desire or submit to this suddenly dominant male. She chose the latter, thinking it was bound to end up in penetrative sex soon enough.

She was right. Matt led her to the pommel horse close to one of the mirrored walls. He placed her hands on the horse and then moved in behind her, making her lean inwards but stick her butt out in the process. She looked to her left. He was looking that way too, watching their reflections. She saw him take hold of his cock and begin to line it up. She opened her thighs further and wriggled her soft tush.




100% Pure Sex Ch. 02



Clara felt his cockhead slip past her opening. She reached down with one hand in order to lead him the better to her dripping cunt. 

"Uh, uh," Matt chided. His hard-on slid several times through the wetness of her labia in a sawing action. Clara returned her hand to the horse in front of her. He obviously wanted a bit of warm-up action, but Clara's clit was still sensitive from his delightful blow-job and she was impatient for that delicious feeling of entry.

She wriggled her butt provocatively and moaned, hoping to encourage him. Taking the bait, still watching all the while in the mirror, Matt grasped his dick and took aim. She felt him pushing up against her entrance. She wanted to thrust her ass backwards but managed to control herself and let him stay in the driving seat.

Inching himself forward she felt the maximum diameter of his head open her up. Clara sighed in appreciation. She looked back over her shoulder at him. Sweat was accumulating on his forehead and also on his top lip – or was that from her own juices? His abdominal muscles rippled as he began to thrust himself forward. She felt the inward march of his penis inside her. She turned back, concentrating on the pleasure he was causing.

Soon he was buried completely inside her. Not lingering like that, Matt began taking deep masterful strokes, withdrawing slowly to the last possible point, and then slamming home hard and fast. The force of his thrusting pushed Clara relentlessly forwards, her body getting closer and closer to the pommel horse. Her pelvis now was being pressed right up against the hard leather with each of Matt's thrusts. He had slightly picked up the tempo but seemed to holding himself back a little to make the good times last.

The edge of the pommel horse was now pressing on her pubic bone. She adjusted her position slightly and was rewarded as Matt's next thrust pressed the area above her clit onto the edge of the gym equipment. With each continued thrust Clara got a double helping of pleasure – internally and now externally too. She wasn't quite ready for direct clitoral stimulation but with the rubbing just above it combined with the pussy pounding she was getting, she soon would be.

Matt continued to pound into her as hard as he could, beginning to grunt with each thrust, picking up his speed. Caught as she was now between his groin and the pommel horse, each thrust also elicited a grunt of expelled air from Clara too.

Her hands moved to cup her tits . She alternated between looking straight ahead where the mirrors reflected back her fingers playing with her hardening nipples, with looking also to the mirror on her left. There she could see better Matt's dick, glistening in its hardness repeatedly withdraw and thrust, withdraw and thrust.

Her clit felt ready again, and with a slight adjustment the pounding now brought it into direct contact with the padded leather of the horse. Clara sighed aloud. This was something she'd never thought to try before. How great it was to take new lovers!

Matt was grunting harder and fucking her faster. He would be cumming anytime soon. Clara ground her clit into the hardness in front of her whilst receiving the pounding of a different hardness inside her. She knew she could come again soon if she let herself. 

Looking at herself straight ahead, she pulled and twisted her long dark nipples. She lifted a breast to her mouth and licked at her crinkled areola and the nipple itself.

The pressure on her clit became too much, she felt the impending orgasm approach with a rush. It broke over her with a suddenness that almost took her by surprise. Willing Matt to join her she accentuated the contractions that were rippling through her pussy whilst groaning in exaggerated ecstasy. 

"Oh Fuck! Yes! I can't believe I'm cumming again!" Looking over her shoulder she began cheering Matt on like a racehorse. "Come on! Do it to me! Fuck me! Come inside me now!"

As the tingles began to subside and her cunt spasming grew less intense, she felt his dick swell inside her.

His cries now joined hers. "Yes! This is it!"

"Do it!"

"I'm going to blow!"

"Fuck me hard!"

"Yes, yes, yes...YES!" Each cry was punctuated with a hard thrust. He gripped her waist hard and pumped for all he was worth. A final thrust took him over and his seed slammed into her, swamping her cervix.

He continued to pump though with less force, his eyes closed concentrating on the feelings his cock was delivering. Clara smiled. Matt was turning about to be a far more satisfying and exciting fuck than even she'd hoped for. And the night was still young...

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Susan smiled up at Julien. His smooth muscular body, dark and alluring. She was totally his for tonight. "Have your way with me!"

He smiled back. He reached for more oil and coated both his hands with more lubrication. "You'll never forget this night as long as you live," he said confidently.

Avoiding her still-sensitive clitoris directly, Julien placed the 3rd and 4th fingers of his right hand inside her pussy. His fingers, warm and firm slipped easily inside her wetness. Susan sighed as he entered her, squeezing his fingers with her vaginal muscles in a sign of welcome. 

Gently at first he began to move his whole hand in an up and down motion. The fingers inside her curved around her G spot. His palm was pressing down over her pubic mound. Her clitoris was surrounded - palm from above, fingers from below - but not getting much direct pressure.

But even this indirect pressure was enough to raise Susan's lust temperature. Soon, Julien's hands were moving faster and faster, until he was wriggling them up and down with a surprising violence. A wet slapping sounded in time to the beat of his movements. His hand was rough with her private parts, but Susan felt nothing but a rising arousal building in her.

She could sense the swell of another orgasm approaching, but this seemed to differ from before. She felt almost physically lifted from the bed. Mind and body seemed fused in a state of heightened excitement. Julien maintained the pace of his stimulation, watching her body begin to shiver with the intensity of pleasure that was coursing from every nerve fiber.

Susan's breathing came in pants. She began to moan and shake her head from side to side on the pillow. The relentless assault on her body continued. Her body began to shake. Her eyes flew open. She was gasping now, her short sharp breaths punctuating the air. 

"Oh my God! Oh my God! What are you doing to me?"

Suddenly she threw her head backwards and her mind lost control of her body. An orgasm of such intensity took sudden hold of her, and it seemed to her that she was lifted up high above the bed before being washed away on oceans of lust and desire. The orgasm smashed over her and she totally lost it; she writhed and shook from head to toe, squirting liquid all over Julien's hand.

He stopped his rubbing action as her entire body shook, letting her body ride the tidal wave of bliss, but he still kept up a firm pressure both from above and below. For half a minute or more he just watched in delight as Susan lay writhing uncontrollably in the grip of the orgasm he'd given her. Throughout it all she kept up a unintelligible grunting and moaning.

But even as the ripples began to subside, Julien's hand began to move up and down, up and down, faster, faster, and without warning another wave crashed over her - without the same build-up but equally ferocious in its intensity. Her whole body spasmed again and was lost to uncontrollable contractions - her whole being shook and quivered.

"Agggghhhhhhhhhhh!" Susan wailed. Her fists were opening and closing involuntarily. Her arms wriggling impotently by her sides. "Ohhhhhh fuuuuuuuck, another one!!!!"

Her legs, with knees bent and flapping wide open to allow Julien access, shook with a fine tremor and her arms flailed by her sides. She squealed and panted, writhing like someone in torment.

Julien completely withdrew his hand and watched as she bucked on the bed to the beat of the pleasure coursing through her. His left hand rubbed her belly down to her pubic hair but kept clear of her clit.

"I....can't.....believe.....it...," Susan stammered between pants.

"That's only the start, my dear," Julien murmured. The fingers of his right hand slipped easily inside her wet hole and he began to stimulate her again.

"No....I...can't....any....more....aaaarrrrgggghhhh!" Once more an orgasm wracked her whole body and Julien withdrew until she was over the peak. He kept this up this pattern of stimulation; over and over again his fingers would return. He would vigorously pump her for a while and Susan would come again. There was no let up, no release that climaxing usually brought. Just a constant level of arousal of orgasmic proportions. 

Nor was there any decrease in the intensity of her orgasms. Each one rocked her entire being. In between times, Susan was virtually incoherent, mumbling and rocking herself. Again and again Julien made her come. Each time she thought she couldn't possibly take any more stimulation, that her body wouldn't physically be able to come again, only to be proven very wrong - over and over again.

Susan had never experienced anything remotely like it. Her body was covered with sweat, the bedsheets were rumpled beyond compare. Her love juices had made a large pool around her buttocks and upper thighs, the whole bed a mess.

Susan had long since lost count of how many times she had come. She was in some parallel universe where time had lost all meaning, and nothing existed but her cunt and Julien's hand. And if, in between times, Julien would ever lean close and whisper quietly, "Do want some more?", she would nod feebly and moan.

Eventually though, as if from some other cosmos, she became aware of a change. A new feeling inside her pussy and a weight pressing her body down. Julien had finally been unable to stand his own torment any longer. He'd been hard as a rock - painfully hard as he witnessed Susan's lust-imbued beauty - for over an hour, and he couldn't wait any more. 

Climbing on top of her almost senseless body, Julien entered her fully with a single thrust. It wasn't often he was able to do that with women, but Susan was so wet and wide by this time that he effortlessly buried himself to the hilt.

Susan seemed to come to herself enough to recognise his presence both inside her and on top of her. She wrapped her aching thighs around his buttocks, heels pressing in and he responded by thrusting hard and deep. 

She came again at the stimulation and it wasn't long before Julien, dick hardening, balls tingling, spewed forth his spunk deep within her. Susan fell almost immediately into an exhausted sleep, deeper than she could remember in a very, very long time.

********************

Matt was beginning to drift off, his right arm still curled around and under Clara. The bedroom door was pushed open and Julien poked his head around.

"You awake? he asked quietly.

Matt removed his arm and began to sit up. Clara stirred too. Julien came into the bedroom carrying a bundle of clothes which he dropped in a corner.

"Susan's asleep," he said. "I thought you might like to go back to her. Be there for her when she wakes up."

"Yeah, yeah," Matt replied somewhat groggily and running a hand through his dishevelled hair. He stood up unsteadily. "Good idea." 

He felt embarrassed. Here he was crawling naked from the bed of the woman he'd just fucked, right in front of her husband who was also completely nude. As he did so he couldn't help staring at Julien's cock. He'd never seen it "in the flesh" so to speak. He hadn't quite appreciated just what Julien had been carrying around all this time.

What a monster, he thought. Susan should be one satisfied woman. For the first time a twinge of inadequacy flickered through him. 

As he came around the foot of the bed and headed for the door, Clara crawled across the bed. He turned to her and she pulled his lips to hers. Her tongue darted into his mouth and hungrily licked his tongue. His over-worked dick felt painful at the surge of blood his brain sent down to it.

She pulled back slightly and looked deeply into his eyes. "Merci pour ce soir, mon amie." She smiled. Julien was smiling too he noticed. Matt couldn't help but smile as well – partly because any inadequate feelings had been banished by Clara's kiss, and partly by the ridiculous bedroom situation he found himself in.

"Bon soir," he said to them both. He headed for the door, looking back quickly as he closed it. He was left with an image of Clara welcoming Julien back into her bed, and of the giant appendage between his legs swinging as he climbed in.

Matt padded softly down the passage back to the guest bedroom. He couldn't quite remember where he'd shed his clothes. Fuck it, he thought. I'll worry about that tomorrow.

There was no light on in his bedroom but the combined moonlight and streetlight filtering through the window gave him enough to see by. He closed the door quietly. His wife was lying spread-eagled on the large bed. Matt sat down on the edge of it and looked at her. Her hair lay tousled on the pillow, her breasts, proud and free, rose gently with her breathing. Her legs were apart and liquid oozed from her opening to stain the sheets.

The pale light softened her features and accentuated her curves. She looked so serene and content, although the rumpled bedsheets, stained and wet in places spoke to something other than peaceful slumber. He had never seen her look more beautiful or desirable he marvelled. He felt a passion for her with such depth as he had not felt for years. He smiled.

Matt crawled closer to her, then brought his lips down gently onto hers for a delicate peck. She didn't stir at all. Unable to resist her succulent breasts, glistening with oil in the moonlight, he leant down and gave each nipple a soft kiss each. Finally he moved to where he could access her love triangle. 

Her legs remained apart, her pubic hair still wet with goodness knows what. He thought he could see red marks on her inner thighs and maybe above her pubic mound as well. He brought his head down, anointing her pussy with his mouth. He caught a different scent than usual as raised himself up and moved his body to lie beside his wife. 

She still hadn't stirred but her soft breathing was almost hypnotic, drawing Matt down to her own level of slumber. He felt tired and happy. Lying beside her on his back he reached his hand out to find hers and clasped it. Just what this experience had brought to their relationship only time would tell. Right now he felt satisfyingly fucked, and Susan clearly felt that way too. 

His breathing soon matched hers and Matt was shortly fast asleep, happy and content.



100% Pure Sex Ch. 03



A big thank you to those who like the stories and send feedback. I must confess that it's rather hilarious to read the comments left here sometimes. Anything from "six stars" and "more please!" to "mindless garbage" and "wrong category". Nevertheless, I thank you for sharing your opinions! 

A warning though for anyone sharing that last sentiment (but really, I ask you, what other category would have been more appropriate for Ch 1 or 2 than Loving Wives?) - this chapter does morph into lesbian and group sex as it goes along... 

***** 

"Bonjour, Susan," 

It was enough to set her heart pounding, the color rushing up into her face. 

It had been over a year since she had heard that voice, yet those 2 words were enough for her to identify the caller immediately. 

Susan's mind raced as the voicemail message continued to play on. She was aware that she needed to sit down and groped unsuccessfully behind her for the chair that was somewhere nearby. 

She was missing the message - something about being sorry for something. Frustrated, she gave up, put her mobile phone down on her desk and finally located the chair. She sat down heavily and tried to calm her racing, and somewhat panicked, thoughts. 

Best to hear the message properly, she realized. Don't jump to any conclusions. Drawing a deep breath, Susan picked up her phone and pressed the number to replay the recording. 

Bonjour, Susan! 

This is someone you thought you'd probably never hear from again. Though I hope you won't have forgotten me! 

I'm very sorry to ring you like this. I know I promised what we did in France would stay there. But I'm coming to Sydney next month, just for one night, and the truth is I'd love to see you again. Perhaps we could meet for lunch? 

I don't how how things are on the home front for you. If you'd prefer to be discrete about it, I've taken the liberty to provide an excuse for you. You should receive in the mail an invitation to a conference at the hotel I am staying at. 

I think that should suffice. 

Au revoir for now. 

Even then Susan had to play it back another time to make sure she had heard everything right. And then yet again to try to analyze it for nuances. 

What did Julien mean by all this? Was this truly just an innocent catch-up? A simple lunch invitation? Why the opportunity for subterfuge in that case? Would she really try to conceal an innocuous meal get-together? 

Given that it was Julien, she probably would have to! Matt would be highly suspicious of the motivations of both parties. And fair enough too - after all, why hadn't he been invited along too? And what about Clara, Julien's vixen wife? Was she also coming out to Australia from France? 

Susan's mind raced through all the possibilities. The house was silent but for a clock ticking nearby in the kitchen, its beat so much slower than her own thumping heart. 

It was just the sort of dilemma that Susan had been dreading this past year or so. Or at least she told herself that such an invitation would be dreaded. She was all too aware that a certain part of her thrilled to the idea. Every so often, the thought of something like this happening would well up and form the core of a dark fantasy. One which led to certain amount of guilt when it was over - but only after several intense and breathlessly satisfying climaxes first... 

******************** 

There was no conference invitation in the mail that day. Nor the next. Nor the day after that. Susan began to wonder whether the whole thing was some weird ruse. 

She had deleted the voicemail straight away after those initial listenings. She had practically jumped a very appreciative Matt when he arrived home from work that first day. The next he had been out late with his work, and Susan had brought herself off before dinner, then chosen to eat her meal naked. Eventually she had resorted to an old vibrator she hadn't used in years, all the while trying resolutely not to think of Julien. 

It was hard though. That monster cock for a start. It really was straight out of some extreme porn film! And that black, muscular body. And things he did with his hands. And his stamina and control! 

The excitement of extra-martial sex had been tremendous. The agony of the flirtation that had spiralled quickly from innocent to provocative, and had built to an unsustainable pressure. Then the sweet, sweet blessed release that had come from finally giving in and letting Julien have his way. 

Or letting herself have her own way, Susan reflected. It had been as much about giving in to her desires as well. Susan had given up ever trying to accurately recount the number of orgasms she had experienced over those 2 or 3 days with him. 

And yet, as Julien himself had so persuasively foretold, her relationship with Matt was stronger now than ever. And her sex life with Matt continued to be great. Certainly it had flagged a little prior to their time in France, but it was better than ever now. 

In fact, things really were just fine at present. She had absolutely no need for such a naughty rendezvous - if in fact that was what Julien was planning. Knowing him though, surely that was exactly what he he had in mind! Though there continued to be nothing from him in the mail. 

Susan began to hope that perhaps nothing would arrive after all. Then the decision would be taken out of her hands. Julien could remain just what he had been for the past 12 months - a fond memory of someone who had re-invigorated her relationship with Matt, and a source of some very erotic memories and fantasies. 

******************** 

The emotional shock receded over the next few days. Susan was surprised, and displeased, at just how much his message had affected her. After all, she had pretty much determined to live life as though nothing of consequence had happened back there in France. What happens on holidays... 

At the time, the days straight after they had left Clara and Julien were a whirlwind of travel - trying to connect trains with flights, and vice versa. Plus a quick drop-in visit with Matt's aunt in Lyon. There hadn't been much of an opportunity to debrief about what had gone on. 

Susan had no idea that Matt had been privy to so many of her sexual exploits with Julien. On his part, he was reluctant to bring the subject up, because "officially" he knew nothing about them. Even though Matt was bursting to talk about it all, and discuss the implications for their future, Susan didn't mention it at all in those early days following. They were both sexually super-charged though - that much was obvious. They would jump each other at the slightest chance of any privacy. Susan even consented to giving Matt a blow-job during the overnight leg of one of the flights back to Australia. 

But she continued to choose not to openly acknowledge or share what had happened. Partly this was because as time went by, she felt more and more guilty about what she had done. 

She didn't regret it - oh, no! Not in the slightest. Though she did think that perhaps she ought to feel some regret - but that wasn't quite the same thing. 

Ironically, if Susan had known that Matt knew all about it, then coming clean would have been easier. But for his part, he felt Susan could get extremely offended to think he had known about it all along and never told her. 

And so it went on. And of course the longer things went without sharing the truth, the harder it became to break the ice, or be the first one to bring it up. And so it had continued. Their thoughts and deeds and desires left unspoken between them. 

But now, finally, just as Susan had begun to think the message from Julien was all some sort of mistake, she received the package. 

It wasn't large. Nor did it have any foreign markings, and it had local Aussie stamps on the outside. But Susan suspected it was from Julien from the first. It felt unusually soft and pliable. Inside was the promised mock "invitation" - looking all very professional - as well as a lacy white thong. Clipped to it was a note that said "Wear this - for old times sake!". 

Susan blushed and thrust them to the back of her underwear drawer. But she clipped the invitation to the fridge. And fucked Matt's brains out twice that evening. 

******************** 

Three weeks later, Susan sat fidgeting with her napkin at a table at the hotel Julien had mentioned. She was 15 minutes early but still, since Julien had said he was staying at this hotel, she had expected he might be there already waiting for her. 

Perhaps he thought she might not come. Even that very morning Susan had been unsure herself of her own mind. Part of her wanted to go and meet him. The thrill of the forbidden, the clandestine, was so intoxicating. But then again, maybe it was all above board and no hanky-panky was intended. Susan knew herself well enough to realise that a part of her would be disappointed if that were so. 

The other part wanted him to flatter her. She wanted to desired. But she also wanted to see if she could resist his charms. The only way to know if she had the will to resist him was to actually be placed in that very situation of temptation. 

She squirmed nervously in her seat. She rarely ever wore a thong, and she was well aware of it as she sat there. Sitting alone at the table, she suddenly felt rather foolish. What on earth was she doing here? Why hadn't she just ignored the message and the note? 

She glanced around, half looking for Julien and half making sure there wasn't anyone else in the dining room who might recognize her. The mundane chatter of other patrons, the tinkling of cutlery and glasses - the very ordinariness of everything around her took the wind out of her sails. She was tempted to quickly get up and leave before Julien had even arrived. 

My life is quite good the way it is, she reflected. Why did I agree to all this silly subterfuge? 

You know jolly well why you agreed to it, another part of her mind answered, and flashed up images of that first time when Julien had seduced her. And several follow up images of her and Julien fucking on the boat. 

But I don't need it, she argued. 

Yes - but you want it! 

Well, I shouldn't! her rational mind countered. I don't need complications like this in my life. 

But it wouldn't be much of a complication, her desire continued to soothe. Just a quick rendezvous. Nothing more. Anyway, he may not be planning anything like that. Says more about what you want than what he wants! 

She snorted at that thought then, embarrassed, turned it into a kind of cough. And then she saw him. 

He strode quickly through the other tables as Susan quickly tried to recover her composure and calm her beating heart. Breathe slowly, she told herself. Julien loomed up next to her table. She stood up as he arrived. He kissed her on one cheek, then the other, then the first one again. 

"Bonjour, cherie." Susan trembled slightly just to year his voice again. She willed herself to stay cool. 

"Bonjour, Julien." The words can out less clearly than she would have liked given that her mouth had gone a bit dry. 

He smiled warmly. "Sit, please. Have you been here long?" 

"A few minutes," she replied, sitting herself down and placing her trembling hands in her lap. "I took the train and it actually came on time for once." 

"Ah, the troubles of public transport - they are the same everywhere." Julien paused and held out his hands across the table. Susan reluctantly brought hers out from her lap to place them in his. "I must say you look even more ravishing than I remember." 

Susan blushed but ironically she felt calmer inside. I knew it, she thought. He's just trying to get into my pants again. Aloud she said, "You haven't changed - as charming as ever." Yes, charming with a physique to drool over. It was going to be worth coming here just to gawk at him for a whole meal. 

But those moments alone before he had arrived had swung her mind finally. She thought she had better put her foot down at the very start, or it might be too late afterwards. Better make her intentions clear from the outset, so as not to lead him on under false pretences. 

"I'm not going to have sex with you," she announced abruptly. Julien nearly choked on his water, but he smiled. 

"Cherie, don't go making rash promises." He glanced around the dining room. "I'm sure the other hotel guests will be glad to eat their lunch in peace." Susan blushed at his insinuation she had been referring to right here and now. "Come now, set your mind at ease, I've invited you for a meal, non?" 

Susan relaxed a little. Well, at least she'd said it now. There followed a ridiculously pleasant lunch. The food was delicious - though Susan found she paid little heed to it. She was surprised at how comfortable it was between them. She had wondered if it might be a very awkward meal with long silences. But Julien really was charming. Witty and funny at times too. 

Towards the end of the meal, Susan finally remembered to ask about Clara. She was out here with him after all, but had wanted to visit the Opera House and do some shopping. At least that was the official explanation for her absence at the hotel. Plausible but oh so convenient! Julien had had some business meetings in Melbourne during the past week. The two of them had just the one night in Sydney before flying back to Europe tomorrow. 

Throughout the meal Julien had not given any hint that he might want something more than just a lunch catch-up. But as the meal came closer to its end, Susan found her pulse rate rising again in anticipation of what he might try. Would he suggest something further? Would she accept? 

Being in his company for a hour had melted a little of her resolve. He had touched her hand just once during the meal, but it had send electric shivers through her. At times, as she looked at him across the table, it was hard not recall him kissing her, licking her...fucking her. She began to feel unsure again. The memories of last year in France were reaching out their tentacles to envelop her, and like Medusa, every time one was thrust back, several more seemed to spring up in it's place. But could she really cheat on Matt again? This time in cold blood, so to speak. 

The waiter came to collect the last of their plates and cups. "Clara and I have a top floor penthouse with the most stunning harbor views. Would like to take a tea or coffee up there?" 

Damn - he was really not declaring his hand very openly at all. Or was he? Was an invitation to see the sights just an excuse to come up for sex? 

Heart pounding, aching to see where this was all leading, Susan nodded her acquiescence. They left the restaurant and crossed the hotel lobby. Susan felt a bit wobbly; part nervousness, part desire. She felt the eyes of the concierge at the desk boring into her, though she realized it might just be her guilty imagination at work. Nevertheless, she didn't dare look at him in case she saw in his face an expression of understanding as he watched the two of them head to the elevators together. 

But the whole scene looked so innocent anyway, surely? There was no body contact at all. They could be just friends of the opposite sex, or colleagues perhaps, heading off up to the penthouse suite...together...by themselves...in the middle of the day. 

The elevator came and they rode up in silence. Susan was awash with anxiety - afraid that things were not superficially innocent after all, and equally afraid that they were! Deep down she felt an undercurrent of innuendo and expectation, but Julien gave no inkling of anything untoward at all. 

In a somewhat dreamlike state, Susan plodded the soft carpet leading from the elevator to the door of the penthouse. Julien used the access key and swung open the door. Her mouth dropped open at the stunning vista ahead of her. She walked in, mesmerized by the huge windows which looked over the harbor, taking in the Opera House, the Harbour Bridge, and so much more. 

"Wow," she breathed. Without thinking, she went forward and sat on a couch facing the floor-to-ceiling windows and gawped. "You weren't joking.This is incredible! I've lived here all my life, but I've never got to see such a view!" 

Julien walked over to the window - about two meters away, then turned to face her. Susan's eyes, being at crotch level, noticed the huge bulge in his pants. Her mouth went dry, and the stunning harbor views were suddenly forgotten, as memories from France again flooded through her. 

Her mind was instantly away with visions of the past. Oh yes, she knew exactly what was cooped up inside those pants! She smiled as she remembered how he seduced her and how she had ridden him for the very first time. How she could barely get her dainty fingers around his girth. How warm and hard and throbbing and tender and delicious was his manhood. God, was ever a man so blessedly endowed! 

Julien's voice broke into her reverie, and she snapped her eyes up to his face guiltily. "I still think about our time together a lot?" he said quietly. "Do you?" 

Susan's mind swirled. Of course I do! she wanted to scream, but she only nodded mutely. 

He smiled. "I hope they are fond memories?" 

Susan's mouth went dry. She couldn't speak to answer if she'd wanted to. His smile broadened further. Slowly, deliberately, both his hands moved down towards his groin. Susan watched, mesmerized. He unzipped his fly and unbuckled his belt in silence. With a sudden, swift movement he pulled his pants and jocks down and his cock sprung free. 

Revealed in all its glory, Susan felt as if it truly was an object of worship and adoration. 

"Come," he said simply. It was not a command, nor an invitation, and yet it was both. A permission to re-live some wild extra-marital sex, and a confident assertion that Susan would take hold of the opportunity with both hands. Literally! 

Susan's eyes were firmly at crotch level. As if under the spell of that bewitching thick, pulsating, magical staff, Susan obediently came crawling across the carpet to him. She came on hands and knees. 

And then it began - a blessed release of pent-up passion and lust. She began by adoring his dick with her mouth. Her hands, tiny around his width, grabbed hold of his base as she ran her lips up and down the shaft, planting kisses, moaning as she went. God, how she had missed him! Had missed this! 

She cupped his balls in her mouth and softly tugged on them whilst slowly pumping his shaft with her right hand. She felt his hands on her head, caressing her hair, and lust was stoked into full flame. 

In that moment she felt as desired as she had ever felt. She felt wicked, seductive, needed. Indeed, somewhat strangely, she felt in control. She was not being seduced - she was going into this quite deliberately. Indeed, her heart had known it from the very start. She was always going to fuck him, or let him fuck her. It didn't matter which. 

Or did it? As she slurped on his meat and heard his excited moans, she realized how much trouble he had gone to to set this up. How much he desperately wanted to be with her again. And she decided she would not be just a willing accomplice or plaything, she would be an instigator too. She was going to set the agenda for a bit. 

Susan reached out with her left hand, and it snaked behind his ass. She felt him shift his weight slightly, opening his legs a little wider. She withdrew the hand and shoved it down her pants, quickly scooping up the moisture inside her knickers. Returning to his ass, she delved into his crack, her fingers finding his hole. She began to deep-throat him at the same time, taking as much of his penis in her mouth as she could. 




100% Pure Sex Ch. 03



She'd been working on her technique, and Julien was surprised and delighted to find just how deep she could take him now orally. At the same time she simultaneously pumped his cock with her right hand and pressed a finger of her left inside him from the rear. 

Julien had been hoping against hope for another sexual encounter, but she had been playing it pretty cool over lunch. He had been building up this re-union in his mind for months, confident but not wanting to be overly so. Now, in the space of a minute, there had been an utter transformation. Susan the desirable, the hopefully attainable, was now Susan the wanton sex vixen. 

It was all too much for him. He could normally hold off an orgasm for hours, but the build-up, the tease and uncertainty; the memories of previous seductions and culminations, combined with Susan's lustful actions now brought him suddenly and unexpectedly to the edge. Julien looked down at her in shock. He hadn't come this close, this quickly for a long time. Rather than fight it, Julien decided to give in and ride it. He moaned loudly and pressed down harder on her head. Encouraged, Susan pushed harder, burying her finger further inside his ass. She realized things were already past the point of no return for him. He's going to cum - and soon, she thought. 

Julien began to grunt as he felt her hand close hard around his shaft, tight like a cock-ring. He could't hold it back any longer - didn't want to hold back - and he exploded down her throat quite unexpectedly, gasping and moaning. It was too much for Susan, who didn't get much warning at all. She began to gag on the waves of semen spewing forth in a torrent, and his cock slipped from between her lips. His dick kept on pumping though - spurt after spurt of hot spunk, some hitting her face and neck, and some strands even on top of her head. 

It was warm and sticky, slightly salty on her lips, but Susan couldn't help feeling thrilled. She'd brought him off in record time. That knowledge sent a strong wave of power through her. She felt alive and potent in a way she'd rarely ever experience - almost masculine in its virility. 

She had even felt the spasms of Julien's orgasm contract around the finger she'd had inside his ass, and the movement had caused her finger to pop out. Julien looked down at her in amused delight. "Cherie, that was truly wonderful. Your technique... trés merveilleux!" 

Susan smiled, but just sat back feeling pleased with herself. She realized she'd better take care of her appearance, lest his semen get onto her dress. That could so easily lead to awkward questions! 

She rose slightly stiffly to her feet. "I think I'll just go and freshen up," she said demurely. 

Julien leaned in and gave her a warm, long kiss on the lips. "Don't be long," he breathed hotly. 

Susan headed off to the bathroom for a quick shower. But first she stopped and leaned on the doorway leading from the room. Supporting herself that way she lifted first one leg, then the other, to unbuckle her sandals and slip them off. Without looking around to see if Julien was still watching her, she shimmied out of her dress and let it fall to the floor. Wearing only the white lace G-string she moved away to find the shower. 

In the bathroom she paused to inspect herself in the mirror above the basin. If sexy and disheveled was the look she was going for, then she had certainly achieved it! Her golden hair was tousled, and several strands of Julien's cum were on the top of her head. Her lipstick was mostly gone, though some had smudged off to the side on her right. There was more cum streaked on her chin and neck as well. 

The rest of her looked great, she mused. Her breasts were full and perky, the nipples still hard. Her stomach was flat and toned. Turning slightly she could see her tight ass, and she twerked her butt cheeks for the fun of it. 

She slipped off the thong and stepped into the shower. As she soaped her face and neck, she wondered if Julien might sneak in and join her. She thought about him fucking her amidst the steaming water. The shower stall was large and had two shower heads, so neither of them would get cold. 

But time ticked by and Julien didn't appear. In washing herself she instinctively cleaned her pussy too, even though it hadn't had any direct action as yet. Her fingers felt so good as they slipped between her folds. In her minds eye Julien came up from behind her and fucked her crazily as she braced herself against the shower wall. She looked around wistfully at the empty bathroom. Susan thought about bringing herself off there and then but reluctantly desisted. She turned off the water and reached for one of the fluffy white towels. 

Body dried, hair wrapped up in the towel, Susan left the bathroom to find out what Julien was doing. But he was waiting for her as she exited the bathroom. He was totally nude now too, and he forced her up against the nearest wall, his body crushing hers, his mouth suddenly upon her own. The towel fell to the floor as his hands reached behind her neck, pulling her mouth hungrily onto his. 

She felt the heat of his body and the passion in his embrace and kiss and knew he was terribly horny still. After a desperate minute of tongue-kissing, Julien dropped suddenly to his knees. Without further ado he forced her legs apart a little and dove right in. He began licking up and around her labia. Susan sighed. Her hands went down to rest lightly on his dark head. She spread her legs further apart. 

"Your turn now," Julien grunted, then his mouth disappeared into her folds again. His tongue was at her clit - tickling, teasing, tormenting. On and off, off and on, his tongue darted in and around and over and under. Gradually he concentrated more and more on her swollen nub. Susan's hands were now grasping Julien's head quite hard, half pulling him into her and and half making sure he wouldn't leave there until she'd climaxed. 

She felt a tingle in her buttocks and her muscles tensed as she felt her arousal rise within her. The pent-up emotion of the day was surfacing and she was aching for release. She came loudly, crying "Oh! Oh!" again and again. Her body bucked against the wall behind her as she gave herself to the pleasure. She had hold of Julien by the ears, though she didn't realise until the waves of delight had receded a little. 

"Oh, I'm so sorry," she murmured, letting go. Julien sat back on his haunches, rubbing his ears. "That's ok," he grimaced. "I can tell you enjoyed it...even though I couldn't hear you!" 

He grinned up at her, but Susan just flattened herself back against the wall, panting. Julien got to his feet. "Let's find somewhere a little more comfortable, shall we?". 

******************** 

Around 4pm Susan was lying naked on the king-size bed gently playing with Julien's balls and gazing lovingly at that fantastic cock. She could never tire of looking at it, she thought. Even at half strength it was at least as long as Matt's, and probably thicker too. 

They had fucked twice since he had taken her to orgasm with his tongue. The first time was right there in the carpeted hallway - a desperate race to consummate their lust. Usually the first thing Susan desired after an orgasm was to have her cunt filled. They hadn't made it to the bedroom after all. 

The second was slower but equally passionate. They had tried several positions on the bed before Julien had coaxed her back out into the lounge. There he had taken her from behind as they knelt together in front of the massive windows overlooking Sydney harbor. 

They had retreated back to the bedroom after that for some further gentle caressing. Susan looked at the clock beside the bed and then sighed out loud. Julien guessed what was on her mind. 

"Not thinking about leaving, ma cherie?" 

Susan squeezed his dick. "Well, I don't want to, but it'll take me a while to drive home from here at this hour. And won't Clara be finished shopping soon?" 

Julien smiled. "Clara won't come back until I let her know." Susan blushed a little, realising that Julien's wife knew exactly what the two of them were up to. 

"Why don't you stay the night here with me?" he asked unexpectedly. 

Her heart began pounding away inside her. "What? How could I? What would I say to Matt?" As much as she longed for this to be able to happen, there was absolutely no possible excuse that was not going raise Matt's suspicions. None. But Julien was smiling at her. 

"I don't want to have come all this way for just a measly 3 or 4 hours with you." Susan's left hand was still circling his dick and she felt it engorging again. She was surprised. He'd already unloaded inside her twice, plus being jacked off at the very start of proceedings, and here he was readying for more! Fucking randy bugger! Had he been saving himself for her for a while then? That thought made her feel all the more horny. 

"I'd love to spend more time with you, but what about Matt? He'll know something dodgy is going on." 

Julien's mouth twitched but his expression was serious. "Clara can take care of Matt." 

And there it was. A simple solution after all. 

But was she prepared to pay the cost? The price of a night of sexual thrills was to let her husband do the same with Clara. Susan had been able to partly block out her husband's side of the affair in France because it all happened conveniently away from her whilst she was distracted with Julien. 

Matt had never stated overtly that he'd been together with Clara. Susan realized now that she had not pressed him about it, because it was convenient for her not to know for certain. Because that meant owning up to not just her own lust and infidelity, but that she'd given tacit permission for him to be unfaithful as well! 

And here she was being asked to give that permission quite openly. True, it was not directly to Matt. But she'd be admitting it to Julien, and probably to Clara as well. So there was no hiding it from herself any longer. 

Could she do it? Her own body was crying out for more. She looked into Julien's face. He smiled at her and she felt his dick throb in her hand. She looked down and saw precum glistening at the very top. She felt her own internal lubrication increase and she wanted to touch herself. The temptation was too much. She didn't know where this might lead, but she wanted to go there anyway. 

"Ok." she said quietly. 

Julien leaned over to the bedside table for his mobile. He pressed a few buttons. "Salut. Susan's going to stay with me. Can you look after Matt?" A short silence then "Merci, cherie. J'taime." 

He hung up and then climbed on top of Susan. He slid his hardening dick along her wet opening. "This will be a night to remember!". 

******************** 

Later Julien ordered room service for an afternoon snack. Given the amount he ordered, it was actually more of a meal. He put the dishes on a table he had moved to be in front of the large windows. They ate naked sitting opposite each other, watching the ferry boats chug out from Circular Quay, some turning past the Opera House, others diving under the magnificent Harbor Bridge. 

After polishing off 2 croissants, a fruit tart, and a mandarin, Julien offered her another profiterole. Susan shook her head. "I'm getting full." 

"Go on," he urged. "You'll need to keep up your energy levels." 

Susan reached under the table and placed her hand on Julien's cock. "This is all I need to keep me going." 

Julien smiled. "Even so," he said, putting the last dessert onto her plate. 

Susan's eyes narrowed suspiciously. "Have you got something in mind?" she asked before filling her mouth with another creamy dessert. 

He put down his fork. "Have you ever been to a strip club, cherie?" Susan almost choked and her eyes flew wide in surprise. She hadn't imagined they would be spending much of the next 12 hours outside the bed, let alone out of the hotel room! 

She took a sip of water to clear her throat before spluttering, "I'm sorry! A what?" 

"A strip club? At least that is how I think it is called in English. You know, where women take off their..." 

"Yes, yes. A strip club." Seeing as he was in earnest, she laid aside her fork too. "Um, does a male stripper at a hen's night count?" 

"I'm talking about an actual venue. Sometimes referred to as a 'Gentlemen's Club'." 

"No," Susan shook her head. "Never seen the point really." 

"Ever done any pole dancing?" 

"No - though I'm starting to guess where this is headed". She pushed her empty plate away and sat back in her chair folding her arms across her breasts. "Just what are you scheming?" 

Julien smiled at her. "I've arranged for you to have a little private tutorial." 

Susan arched her eyebrows. "Pole dancing? Stripping?" 

"I thought you could then put on a private dance for me afterwards." 

Susan took a quick glance around the room. "There's no pole here." 

Julien laughed. "Not here. At the club." 

"I couldn't do that." 

"Why not? I've hired a private room there." 

"Oh." 

Julien smiled and patted her hand reassuringly. "You'll love it. I promise you." 

******************** 

Julien held Susan's hand as they walked the short distance from the hotel to the club. He felt her trembling slightly. He gave her a gentle squeeze of reassurance and comfort. The evening was dark already and a cold wind whipped through the valleys between the chains of skyscrapers on either side of the busy street. 

Susan saw the club's logo coming up and felt her heartbeat accelerate further. The gaudy neon lights advertised "The Banana Lounge" prominently. All too quickly they were at the entrance. Steps led down to a bright yellow double door. A couple of guys in uniforms stood at the top of the steps - partly acting as security and partly spruiking the place to passers-by. 

Julien, with Susan on his arm was waved straight through with a smile and a nod. Susan kept her eyes mostly down however, not wanting to take any chances of being spotted by anyone she knew. 

They pushed through the doors into a pulsating world of vibrant color and loud music. A dazzling topless blonde woman in a French maid's uniform immediately attended to them, relieving them of their coats. The temperature of the club was comfortably warm. As she turned away, revealing bronzed and toned ass cheeks on either side of a skimpy thong, Susan realized that such warmth was needed if the staff were to all dress like her! 

A bar began not far in front of her, and curved away in a large semi-circle to the right. Several patrons were seated on stools keeping some skimpily clad female bartenders busy. A smartly dressed middle-aged man seemed to be keeping a watchful eye on proceedings, chatting familiarly with some of the customers. 

Julien moved his mouth close to Susan's ear. "I'm going to have a quick word with the owner, ma cherie." 

He moved off to the bar, leaving Susan alone. She scanned the area. A small circular stage with a pole in the middle of it lay immediately to their right. A techno beat was pumping and strobe lighting revealed a woman performing a strip tease to an admiring throng. There seemed to be quite a crowd already and they were fairly raucous. Beyond that there seemed to be semi-private booths, though it was difficult to tell whether they were currently occupied or not. Deeper inside the club was a larger stage, though unlit and empty at present. 

Susan was surprised (and somewhat relieved) to find she was not the only female present amongst the audience. Though males clearly predominated, about one fifth of the clientele seemed to be women. Susan tried to guess how they came to be at such a club. A "Gentleman's Club" as she thought they were referred to. Were they gay - come to watch women strip? Surely not. Were they with their male partners? Again Susan felt this unlikely, but before she had much time to consider, Julien was returning accompanied by another man. 

Not as tall as Julien, nor as solidly built, he was nonetheless one of the most handsome men Susan had ever seen. Dressed in a tailored suit, he had a smooth suavity and chiselled Italian features. 

He gave her a small bow before taking her right hand and pressing it to his lips. "Miss Susan, my name is Riccardo. I'm enchanted to meet you. Thank you for gracing The Banana Lounge with your presence tonight. Your first visit here I believe?" 

Susan nodded. "Yes. That is..." she paused, unsure how not to sound a prude. 

Riccardo smoothly cut back in. "The first time is always the best," he murmured, almost confidentially. 

Julien laughed. "Let's hope so!" Riccardo smiled broadly. "We will make it so," he agreed. "Come this way please?" 

Taking Susan's hand, Riccardo led the way behind the excited audience, now cheering wildly as the stripper reached the final stages of undress, and toward the darkened booths. Julien followed closely behind. "Your friend has arranged a lesson with our best performer. You two will get on fabulously, I think. Practically made for each other." 

Susan had no idea why he would make such a comment, but decided he was probably quite loose with his words. Quick to overly praise anything and everything - especially to do with his business. 

They were past the booths before Susan had much chance to take in whether or not they were indeed empty. Deeper in they reached a plain wooden door. Riccardo dropped Susan's hand and turned to her. "Please wait here while I fetch Jinx." He disappeared through the door. 

Susan arched an eyebrow at Julien. "Jinx?" 

"Her name I guess. Listen," he moved in close and took both her hands in his, looking deeply and tenderly into her face. "I know you're nervous, but will you do this for me? You trust me don't you, cherie?" 

She smiled playfully, "I'm not quite sure just how very trustworthy you really are." 

"You can trust me to show a girl a good time, can't you?" 

"Oh, yes," and she pulled her body more tightly against his. "That I can trust indeed." 

"And will you trust me to push your boundaries safely? To take you places your mind and body crave, but you're too timid to explore on your own?" 

Susan felt her nervous excitement flooded with the warmth of lust at these words. Her heart was pounding and passion gripped her. "You've already done that, my dear." 

"There's so much yet to explore, cherie! Will you do this for me - if not for yourself?" 

Susan paused only an instant. "Tell me the arrangement again?" 

"You will have a private one-on-one instruction from this 'Jinx' lady. After that, you get to show me what you've learned!" 

"And will it be for you alone?" 

Julien paused. "Would it excite you to know that there were others watching too? Would it turn you on?" 

It was Susan's turn to pause. "I think I'd be pretty nervous," she replied. 

But her mind had drifted back to the time when she had been sun-baking nude on Julien's yacht. The thought that perhaps the 2 mechanics had been spying on her had aroused her so much that she had openly masturbated to orgasm. Even though she had never been quite sure if they had seen it all or not, there was no denying what it had done to her libido! 

Julien knew that the lack of an outright "no" meant a probable "yes", and smiled. "There is more exhibitionist inside you than you know." 

Susan smiled back. "Maybe - though I'll be dancing just for you. You know that, don't you?" 

"Bien sûr," he muttered, and they kissed just as the door opened again. 

Riccardo had returned, and with him was a stunning, voluptuous woman. She was perhaps just a slightest bit taller than Susan with dark wavy hair that curled down past her shoulders. Her face was smooth, her lips full, her eyes a clear vibrant blue. A short dress covered her other obvious assets, but only just. Her full breasts struggled to be contained and looked as if they might spill free over the low-cut neckline at any moment. And it ended higher than any dress she had ever seen, making Jinx's bottom half look almost all legs. Not that there was any problem with that. 




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"Susan, may I introduce you to Jinx. She will be your instructor for the next hour. She is the finest dancer I've ever seen. Whatever she can't teach you, isn't worth knowing." 

Jinx looked neither embarrassed by Riccardo's words, nor did she seem overly flattered either. She just accepted them as fact. She exuded a confidence in herself that said she knew she was hot. She didn't need other people's words to confirm this or not. 

She stepped forward and embraced Susan warmly. "Lovely to meet you. You are stunning." Her voice was slightly breathy, and there was a trace of an accent that Susan couldn't immediately place. 

Before Susan could stammer out a reply, Riccardo was introducing Jinx to Julien, who greeted her with a very French 3 kisses on the cheek. The sudden flush Susan had felt with Jinx's greeting had begun to fade. She was surprised at the intensity of feeling it had drawn from her. The way Jinx had said those words. The way she had looked at her, first her eyes, then the rest of her body. The warmth of the quick embrace and satin feel of her skin. These all combined to leave Susan momentarily breathless. She had rarely felt such desire before. 

And then it was gone, and Jinx was happily chatting, almost flirtatiously with Julien. Susan felt a surge of jealousy, but couldn't decide which of them she felt jealous of! 

Jinx turned back to Susan. Taking her firmly by the arm she led her away. "I hope you don't mind the smell backstage. It's quite hot under the lights, and you work up a sweat quite quickly." She lowered her voice, "Plus, often I get so turned on I have to masturbate as soon as I get off stage." 

She pushed open a door and held it open. Has Susan brushed past her body to gain access to the room, Jinx added in a low voice. "That's if I haven't come already during the dance," and she gave a little wink. The door led into to a small room that could just as easily be a meeting room as a rehearsal space. Jinx looked around and smiled. "Let's get started shall we?" 

******************** 

Susan checked her appearance for the umpteenth time in the mirror. A peaked police cap topped her golden head, cheekily askew. She was dressed in a short-sleeve police shirt whose button up front was definitely not standard issue. Tight navy hot pants and long black boots completed her ensemble. 

She smiled at Jinx in the mirror. Her theme was clearly that of a criminal. She wore a small black beanie on her head, a figure-hugging black and white striped long-sleeve top and black high-heels. She had ditched any skirt or pants though. Fishnet stockings hugged her long legs up to suspenders that connected at mid-thigh and finished at a garter belt. A black g-string completed the outfit. 

They had come up with the idea of both dancing together. Jinx had gone through various "stripper moves". At first Susan had been a bit too tense and distracted to take in all of Jinx's instructions. The dancer quickly realized that getting alongside her would be the best idea, and it had immediately helped settle Susan. She felt relieved to have Jinx at her side, helping her through the moves, reminding her, acting as model. It also felt good that she would no longer be the sole focus of everyone's attentions. That made a great deal of difference in her mind. She found she could put the idea of stripping in front of hundreds of strangers out of her mind as she just focussed on the woman beside her. 

She could feel a growing chemistry between them. The bumping and grinding, the sexual nature of the moves, the way Jinx got to show off her exquisite curves, the physical contact they were sharing, all had quite an effect on Susan's libido. She began to realize Jinx might not have been joking when she talked of masturbating after a show. 

She found herself wondering in what way Jinx masturbated. Did she bring herself off with her fingers each time? Or did she have some favorite toys stashed somewhere close to hand? Or did she just grab and use whoever might have been nearby to relieve those sexual urges? 

She looked over again at Jinx's reflection in the mirror. She was staring appreciatively back. "You look hot!" she declared approvingly. 

Susan again wondered at her sexual persuasion as she sized her up in the mirror. "I'd say you look hot too, but I'm sure you know it well enough!" 

Jinx pursed her lips and arched one eyebrow. "Let's go before I jump you," she declared, taking her by the hand and leading her from the change room. 

Heart thumping, Susan followed Jinx through the doorway and onto the stage. She was met by the blinding glare of spotlights and a thumping disco beat. A cheer of approval erupted from many unseen voices. It was uncanny to hear what seemed like a large crowd of people, but not see them at all. Susan managed to not be thrown however, and strutted her way as sexily as she could to join Jinx near front of the circular front stage area. 

The music pumped as the two women ground their way through some choreographed moves designed to show off their bodies. The cheering continued, and suddenly Susan was no longer quite as aware of her nerves as she had been. She'd done it. She was doing it! And actually, she was quite liking it! 

Jinx moved to the pole and began some contortions, giving the audience a great view of her exposed ass. The catcalls and cheering was louder out here than at the doorway. Far from being embarrassed though, Susan felt the hot blood pump in her veins. 

She took her baton and began to run her hands over it in obvious sexual delight. Looking coy she began rubbing it all over her chest, even poking it down her cleavage. She began to gyrate and spin, working the audience and hearing an increase in their cheers as she did so. Emboldened, she rubbed the baton between her legs, arched her back and licked her lips. 

She looked over at Jinx who was working a very different phallic object. Up and down the pole, then swinging her body around it. She looked like the seasoned professional stripper that she was. 

Susan approached from behind her. It seemed to the audience that Jinx hadn't seen her, facing the front for a few moments and caught up in her own dancing. Susan unclipped the hand-cuffs at her belt, telegraphing her intention to the crowd who yelled in encouragement. 

With a sudden move Susan chained Jinx's left hand with the cuffs and then fastened the other end to the pole. Jinx appeared to be shocked and surprised by the move. and struggled to break free. Susan patted the baton against the palm of her left hand menacingly, and Jinx cowered back against the pole, her back to the metal. 

Susan ran her baton down the side of Jinx and then up the inside of one of her thighs and down the other, playfully hesitating at her crotch. She dropped the baton to the ground and then lifted Jinx's hands up above her head, her left hand dragging the handcuffs up the pole too. Susan then proceeded to do a "pat down" - or rather, a rub-down really - running her hands down Jinx's arms. She was enjoying getting into the play-acting. 

Susan's hands reached Jinx's shirt and then slowly, deliberately, popped each button down her front one by one. She took her time, with Jinx squirming and writhing beneath her touch, looking as if she were torn between wanting to escape but yet enjoying the situation too. 

As the last button sprang apart, Susan suddenly pulled back the top revealing Jinx's ample bosom straining inside a black lace bra. Susan ran her hands over Jinx's chest. She felt the soft sheen of sweat on the smooth warm skin: it was getting rather hot under the lights. The music still pumped out a throbbing rhythm and two women swayed and bucked constantly to the beat. 

"You sexy bitch," Jinx whispered to her. Susan wasn't sure if it was her way of encouragement, or a way of hotting things up, or what. But Susan felt it. She did feel like a sexy bitch. She moved her body in close now, hands now roaming Jinx's chest freely, running them over and around her bra-covered breasts. Jinx was moaning and sighing, playing up the delight she was feeling. Susan was pretty sure it was no act though. She really gets off on this, Susan thought to herself. She could well believe it because she was feeling more and more turned on too. 

She'd never "felt up" a woman like this before and was enjoying it far more than she had expected. The role-play was giving her the permission to explore places she hadn't dared to venture before. Jinx's breasts were large and soft and supple. She suddenly yearned to rip Jinx's bra off and feel them without hindrance. 

But that was for later in the show. For now she ran her hands down Jinx's sides, and the cuffed woman turned her back to the crowd. Crouching now, Susan moved to "pat-down" other places too. She ran her hands up one leg and then released the clips of Jinx's suspenders. She rolled it down her leg and took off both it and the sandal on that foot. She repeated the same procedure for the other leg and then moved her hands to Jinx's ass. A thin strip of material covered her crack with glistening bronzed globes of muscle on either side. Jinx thrust backwards from the hips, poking her rear further towards the crowd. 

The audience was now barely registering in Susan's mind. She playfully ran her hands over Jinx's ass cheeks. She found herself getting more and more turned on. Jinx had a delicious bottom. It was cute, pert and tight, the skin so smooth - so different to the hairy butt of husband or Julien's slightly rougher rump. Jinx twerked her butt - more for the crowd's sake - but Susan responded too. She kissed both ass cheeks and then mimed licking up along Jinx's butt crack. 

She rose to her feet and unlocked the hand cuffs. Now free and dressed only in bra and thong, Jinx moved to even up the clothing stakes. She removed Susan's cap and threw it into the crowd. She stood behind Susan and, reaching around her, began feeling all over her chest. Susan couldn't keep still if she'd wanted too. She seemed to be twisting to get away from Jinx's clutches but somehow seemed unable to break free. And one by one the buttons on her shirt were being released. 

With a tug, the shirt was pulled back but only half-way. It still partly wrapped around her middle but had the effect of pinioning her arms to her sides whilst exposing her bosom. She wore the identical bra to Jinx, who now backed her up against the pole and began to ravish her. Her hands played over her hair, her face, her chest. Jinx bent her head and kissed several parts of Susan's breast that weren't covered by her bra. 

"God, you're delicious," Jinx muttered and Susan felt like swooning. She was sweating from the lights and the constant movement was making her pant. Or was that her own sexual desire? Susan looked down to watch Jinx plant kisses on her; her lips so red and full. She suddenly wanted those lips to be on her nipples. She could feel they were tight and hard under her bra. More than anything she wanted to rip that bra off and pull Jinx's mouth down to cover her tits, suckling and nibbling them. 

Jinx moved away though and, as rehearsed, it was Susan's turn to turn around and display her ass to the crowd. She was virtually oblivious to them by now. Even Julien had been thrust from her mind. She was totally focussed on Jinx. The dancer crouched down and began fondling Susan's ass. Susan wriggled and gyrated seductively to the music. Jinx thumbed the elastic waist of the hot pants and began to slide them further and further down, one side at a time. 

Soon her whole butt was exposed, and it was revealed that she too was also wearing a thong to match Jinx. Her hot lips were now at Susan's bottom, planting kisses at random places and fondling her at the same time. 

Jinx rose to her feet and the two women turned as one to face each other. As Jinx drew her close, the two of them made as if to kiss one another, but just stopped agonisingly short. Their breasts were almost touching, their hands on each others hips as they swayed. 

Jinx turned to nibble Susan's ear. "I want you," she whispered huskily. Susan suddenly felt for the first time ever, that she really possibly could have sex with another woman. With such a straight upbringing it had just never been on her radar before. But here, tonight, in this sexually charged atmosphere, Susan felt that anything might be possible. 

She felt Jinx's breasts brush past her own, making her gasp. And then it was time to swivel around and dance back to back. Hands on knees, the two women leaned forward to accentuate their cleavages. For the first time in several minutes, Susan remembered Julien. He must be out there in the crowd somewhere - probably at the front in the middle, she guessed. She remembered that she was putting on a show after all. 

After a bit of pelvic thrusting, Susan moved to take a position behind Jinx. The stripper held her own hands in front of her breasts while Susan unclasped her bra. Teasingly she made a show of removing it. She pulled on each end and stretched out her arms, then suddenly whipped it up high and over their heads. A cheer went up, but of course Jinx was still covering them with her hands. 

According to their plan, she was supposed to drop her hands and continue the dance, but Jinx began to go off script. She danced provocatively in front of Susan. Susan tried to get her back on track and motioned for her to drop her arms. Jinx shook her head but mouthed a kiss and whispered something Susan didn't quite catch. The meaning was clear enough though: give them a kiss and she will release them. Susan shrugged, happy enough to play along in the moment. She bent her head forward. Jinx shifted her hand slightly to allow her access. 

It was all over in a moment. Jinx was at the front of the stage gyrating and showing off her tits to an appreciative crowd. Susan was left with a fleeting memory of her lips touching the soft swell of the first breast and the hard nub of a nipple on the second. She realized that her crotch was soaked and wondered if it was obvious to any onlookers. By then Jinx had taken up a position behind her, and it was time for her to be topless too. 

Susan had been dreading this part the most, but now it wasn't the crowd's reaction that made her heart pound, but wondering what Jinx might be playing at. She covered her own breasts with her hands and felt Jinx's soft touch on her back. She felt the hook of her bra being unclasped and then the bra itself being whipped away. 

She hadn't deliberately meant to mimic Jinx in leaving her hands covering her breasts, but her mind had been thrown in turmoil, and they hadn't practiced the dance moves so much that it came as second nature to her when her mind went blank. Jinx threw the bra into the crowd and came around to the front, eyeing her chest lustfully. She licked her lips, and Susan realized with a jolt that she wanted her to do the same as she had done before. Hands shaking slightly, she opened them a little way. It was all the encouragement Jinx needed. She dove in with determination. 

The shock of Jinx's hot lips surrounding her nipple made Susan gasp. She had momentarily fantasized about this several minutes ago, but the reality took her breath away. Maybe it was the raw desire in the way Jinx went for it. Maybe it was her tongue flicking upwards as her mouth latched onto her breast. Maybe it was those full soft lips caressing her breast. Maybe it was the fact that it was a woman. 

Whatever the cause, Susan felt in that upward trajectory toward orgasm. She had never achieved it without some sort of stimulation of her clitoris before, and she knew if she just could touch it now she would explode. Once that thought entered her head, she wanted desperately to act on it. 

And perhaps she would have. Perhaps she would have brought herself off on stage in front of hundreds of strangers. Perhaps conservative, shy Susan would have exposed herself as a slutty sex maniac had not the music stopped at that point. 

The crowd had no idea of Susan's own internal rhythms. They cheered and yelled at what they felt was a fitting conclusion to the show. But Susan felt only disappointment. And a desperate desire to come. 

******************** 

Dimly Susan was aware of applause and wolf-whistles. Jinx detached herself and turned to acknowledge the accolades. The spotlights were not quite as harsh now, and Susan was still unable to see much beyond a yard or so from the front of the stage. Julien was there though, standing, applauding, smiling. She saw the bulge in his trousers and her desire to be filled flared like a flame inside her. With a few quick steps she reached the edge of the stage - only a foot or so above the lounge floor - and jumped into his waiting arms. 

"Take me. Now!" she demanded. And she would have too. If he had dropped his pants right there in front of goodness knows how many people, Susan would have rooted him for all he was worth. 

Laughing, Julien turned and guided her naked form through a dimly lit, but appreciative crowd. "Come, ma cherie." She took a few steps, then turned, remembering Jinx. The stage was empty. 

Susan allowed herself to be led back towards the door to The Banana Lounge. She felt confused and disappointed. She felt her potential orgasm receding. If she wasn't going to play any further with Jinx, then at least let Julien take her swiftly now, she thought. She wanted to be taken and filled on the spot. Every minute without a meaty cock inside her was a minute wasted as far as she was concerned right now! 

A part of Susan's mind was surprised at just how lustful she had been feeling. How achingly turned on she was by doing things she'd never dreamed she might try: exhibiting herself and foreplay with a woman. God - which was hotter? 

Before she knew it they were collecting their jackets, and Julien was wrapping her up in her own black woollen coat. In a daze, she passed back up the steps and into a blustery cold night. It was a short walk back to the hotel and Susan remembered nothing of it later. The next clear recollection was the warmth of the hotel lobby, and when the elevator doors closed she quickly shed her coat and it fell in a heap at her feet. 

Julien's surprised laugh was interrupted as she mashed her lips desperately into his. Her tongue was pressed inside his mouth and her body pressed hard against him, pushing him back against one of the walls. She tasted alcohol in his mouth. Julien made no protest, his hands tracing her smooth back and then cupping both butt cheeks, pulling her harder against his own aroused member. 

The elevator reached their floor and the doors opened. Susan broke free of the kiss and the embrace, and walked off without a backward glance. Again Julien laughed. He stooped to retrieve her coat and followed her. The corridor was empty. He marvelled to himself as he saw her buttocks wriggle as she walked in front of him. All this from the same woman who had protested at lunchtime that she wouldn't be fucking him under any circumstance. 

"Luckily one of us still has their room card," he smirked as she waited at the locked hotel room. She didn't answer, but kissed him again. Hard. He returned the kiss, but his mounting passion led him to fumble the card in the direction of the lock. 

Soon they were inside. Susan pulled him by his tie, walking backwards in front of him, directing them to the bedroom. They progressed slower than she would have liked, but didn't mind too much since he was shedding shoes, socks and pants as they went. 

When they reached the bed, Julien had only his shirt (half-unbuttoned) and tie still on. Susan moved around behind him and pushed him roughly down onto the bed. He twisted so as to land on his back, smiling at her aggression. Susan's eyes were on his meaty cock, all thick and juicy and throbbing. Wetness gleamed over the tip. 




100% Pure Sex Ch. 03



"Good to see you're ready to service me," she announced. He shifted himself more fully onto the bed as she advanced on him. 

Julien smiled. "You - you're like a ...a...a chien in heat." 

"A bitch? A bitch in heat?" 

"Oui, that's it. I couldn't remember the English word for a moment." 

"I'll give you bitch!" she cried, jumping onto the bed on all fours and crawling over his legs to position herself closer to his erection. But before she plunged herself down onto his pole, she leaned forward and grabbed his tie, pulling up on it. "That was fucking amazing!" she almost whispered. 

He smiled. "De rien," he said as she grabbed hold of his manhood. She was so wet and ready that despite his girth she slid easily down most of his length in one quick thrust. Maybe she was just adjusting to his size, or maybe it reflected how desperate she was, but he went in easier than any previous fuck session they'd had. 

Julien sighed aloud. Both hands planted on his chest, Susan lifted off until the tip was just still inside and then slammed her body down. One of them moaned loudly, Susan wasn't sure which - possibly both. She'd taken his whole length inside her in just two thrusts. 

Her eyes were wide and gleaming with desire. "I've never felt so desperate for sex before. Ever!" Without moving up or down, she tightened her grip on him. She felt him pulsate in response. 

"I don't know," he grinned. "I can think of a couple of other times." 

Susan blushed a little, thinking back to France. Her hips rose and fell, her internal muscles constricting rhythmically as she gyrated on his cock. It glistened as it emerged from within her and squelched as she implanted herself fully on him once more. 

"If only I'd known what pushed your buttons earlier," Julien smiled. Susan's face reddened again. She wanted to deny it - to herself even more than to him - but she couldn't. 

"That Jinx - she really knows how to turn a man on, doesn't she?" he said, and taking firm hold of her hips he thrust up into her. "Or a woman," he added cheekily. 

"Shut up!" she replied, but could barely suppress a smile. Her hands were now placed on his muscular chest, and she began to thrust down herself to meet his upcoming ones. 

"You are desperate, aren't you?" Julien sneered. "There's no going back after tonight, you know. No going back to only vanilla sex." 

"What...are...you...talking...about?" Susan grunted as she thrusted, but was barely paying attention to what he was saying. She just wanted a hard, deep fucking, and was concentrating on getting it. 

Amidst the panting and slapping, another noise was heard. The whirring and clicking of a door lock. It sounded so close that it made Susan pause in her pounding for a moment. Then followed the sound of a door closing shut firmly. 

Susan gave a hushed giggle. "That sounded like it could almost be in our room," she said, surprised. But the next moment the smile died on her lips and she froze in place as they heard unmistakeable footsteps coming their way. Susan was too shocked to move and so she just stayed where she was. And so she was straddling Julien, impaled on his cock, when Jinx walked into the bedroom. 

"Hi guys," she purred. "Started without me?" Slithering out of her dress, it buckled in a pile at the bottom of her shapely legs. She stepped out of it and approached the bed. She had no bra and was dressed only in the same black thong. She placed a door card onto a nearby low table. 

"You took a while," Julien murmured. 

Jinx ignored him and addressed Susan, who was, literally, rooted to the spot still. "I thought we could pick up where we left off." 

Jinx pulled off her underwear and moved behind Susan, climbing onto the bed behind Susan and straddling Julien's lower legs. Susan felt the warmth of Jinx's body press against her from behind, the swell of her full breasts rubbing against her naked back. 

Her mind was swirling. Here was a woman who just minutes ago was pressing all her buttons, taking her into realms of eroticism she had never contemplated before. But to have her suddenly intrude on her private love-making - well, was this what she wanted? Stripping. Lesbian desires. And now a threesome? Really? 

She felt Jinx's arms wrap around her body, her hands circling her abdomen with firm smooth strokes. Let it go, part of Susan's mind whispered to herself. Let it happen. Give in to your desires and see where it takes you! 

Her desires. They had receded significantly upon the shock of this unexpected intrusion. But Jinx's hands were already coming into contact with Susan's lower breasts as they roamed slowly further and further. She looked down and saw her nipples harden as Jinx's manicured fingers began cupping the undersides of her breasts. Further down, her pubic hair mangled with Julien's as she still sat with his cock buried to the hilt inside her. The flames leaped into life again. She gasped - partly at the ferocity of the wave of desire that engulfed her, and partly because female hands had reached her sensitive areolae for the first time and began to pull on her hard nubs. 

Involuntarily Susan started grinding her pelvis down and clenching her pelvic muscles. Julien began some small upthrusts of his own. Jinx pulled harder on her nipples and pressed even further into her back from behind. 

Jinx's hot breath was in Susan's ear, "Keep going! That's so sexy." Susan began gyrating even more. Her mind was still in a whirl of disbelief that this was really happening, that she was an active, willing participant in it too, but her body was in no doubt and couldn't help but respond to the pleasure coursing through her being. Her cunt muscles tightened further around Julien's cock. 

Seeing a positive reaction, Jinx kept up murmuring in Susan's ear as she rode more forcefully up and down on Julien's dick. "That dance we shared before made me so wet. It made me want to touch myself. Did you want to touch yourself too? Did it make you as wet as it made me?" 

Susan couldn't reply, didn't know how to in any case. She felt Jinx's lips on her ear, kissing it, suckling her earlobe, then biting gently on it. She moaned and muttered "Oh fuck!" She placed her hands back onto Julien's chest and really began to ride him with determination. 

Jinx's mouth began it's whispering encouragement again. "You're such a sexy woman, Susan. Your nipples are so long and hard. Mine are hard too. Can you feel them?" Susan nodded and breathed out an "Uh, huh," in response. 

"Mmmm," muttered Jinx. "I want to play with myself and make myself come. Do you want me to play with you? Do you want to come too? Shall I rub your pussy whilst you're being filled with that hard meat? Do you want to come while you FUCK another man?" 

Without waiting for any form of reply, Jinx's right hand left Susan's breast and traveled across the flat of her stomach, inching it's way to her aching clit. Susan wanted to say no. Stay with my tits. Don't go there. It's too much. How could she be doing this? How could she be so powerless to stop it? And how could another woman turn her on like this? 

But it was all too late. Jinx's fingers reached her inner folds, so warm and wet. The bliss of that first touch rocked Susan's world. She felt the upsurge of an impending climax. She moaned and thrashed about violently on the bed, bucking her hips to no other rhythm but her growing lust. She took as much of Julien's cock as she could - deeper, harder - as Jinx's fingers strummed her slit. 

She was panting and moaning "Oh, oh," over and over in time to her bouncing pelvis. Jinx clearly knew she was going over the edge and let her fingers fly in a furious blur aided by the moistness, playing Susan's clit like a virtuoso. 

The intensity of her desire was now off the Richter scale. The "oh's" had dissolved into "no's", though whether she was still in denial about her activity or because she'd never felt such an intense build up before. She wasn't sure herself, but it didn't matter. Both were true. 

And even these last thoughts fled as the wave, building all evening, so long denied, now reached a tsunami of power. She felt herself be lifted up to a stupendous height with it's onrush of force before the wave broke over her and she convulsed over and over and over again as she was hit by the most staggering and intense orgasm she'd ever experienced. 

******************** 

Susan awoke late the next morning. Julien lay sprawled naked amidst the tousled sheets of the king size bed. Light netting curtains let in the morning sunlight. It was a clear sunny day, and a passenger jet seemed to be lazily arcing through the sky on its approach to the airport. 

She suddenly realized that she and Julien were alone. Jinx had gone. Had she even been there at all, or had that been a dream? Everything was all a bit hazy. She lay quietly for a while as the reminiscences of the previous night cascaded over her. Unconsciously she stroked her body as she tried to remember just what had happened. 

She had a pretty clear memory up until that first mind-blowing orgasm. She had noticed in the past that she often had the most intense orgasms whilst something was inside her - usually Matt's cock. Perhaps it was Julien's greater size that made this one so outstanding. Or maybe it was Jinx's fingering. Or maybe the whole build up of the strip show. Or her first threesome. Most likely it was a combination of all of these. Her hands were running over and around her breasts as she tried to remember what had come next. 

The next clear memory was of Jinx moving from behind her to around the front. Julien had been rock hard inside her, riding through her orgasm. How does he do that? she wondered, amazed. Jinx had planted herself over his face, her body facing towards Susan and now clearly wanting her own release. Julien had eagerly obliged, lapping her cunt like a thirsty camel. 

Jinx had been far too wrapped in her own pleasure to take any other active role. She had only leaned forward towards Susan for support. Susan remembered how her voluptuous breasts came nearer and nearer to her own. She tried to lean her own body forward in the hope that they might touch, but their bodies were just that bit too far apart. But it had allowed Susan to watch Jinx's face as her own pleasure grew. 

She almost climaxed again as she watched Jinx writhe in ecstasy, her face flushing, her breath coming in ragged gasps. Susan could hardly think of anything she had ever seen that was more sexy than seeing this woman come hard just centimeters away from her. She'd never witnessed another woman orgasming before - assuming you didn't count porn. The eroticism of another woman coming virtually in her arms would be a cherished memory forever. 

Then, somehow, she was off Julien and on her back, legs spread wide. Julien made love to her with his mouth while Jinx sucked and kissed her breasts. Susan closed her eyes while hands and mouths went to work on her, roaming at will. Her previous orgasm had drained her, and she had felt all dreamy and drowsy. Even now the events were still all hazy. She remembered Julien inserting some fingers as he licked her clit. She had clasped Jinx's head hard to her own breast as another climax built. 

Just before she came, she felt Julien's thumb run firmly over her anal rosebud. She came again, powerfully. And then... But after that Susan could recall no more. 

She took stock of herself physically as her mind searched for further memories. Apart from slightly sore and stiff arm and leg muscles, she felt great. Her nipples were hard (again) - the result of thinking about last night's activities. Her body felt more tingly, more alive, than it had felt for years. Maybe ever. One hand slipped lower. Her pubic hair was all tangled and matted. Her fingers probed her slit. It was warm and wet, and her fingers slipped gleefully down to her opening. Fuck that feels nice! she thought. 

Try as she might, she could recall nothing beyond that second orgasm. Had she passed out? Fallen straight asleep? She remembered again Julien's thumb at her anus. She was just contemplating slipping a finger of her own down there - just to explore for any clues as to any further activity in the area, you understand - when Julien began to stir beside her. 

Quickly, almost guiltily, Susan whipped her hand out from between her legs. But he hadn't quite woken yet. She rolled towards him, turning on her side to face him and admire his physique. Her left hand ran down his smooth dark back; he felt warm under her touch. She reached further, running her hand down over his pert ass. Suddenly she felt it clench hard, and she looked up to see his brown eyes smiling into hers. 

"Don't stop," he murmured. Her left hand still cupping one butt cheek, Susan leaned closer to bring her lips to his, intending for a brief good morning kiss. But his lips were so warm and full, so soft and inviting, that they were lost in each other for the next few minutes, the sweet gentleness of his kiss a marked contrast to some of the frenzied animal fucking they'd been indulging in thus far. 

Eventually Susan pulled away. "Good morning," she sighed. 

"Bon matin," he replied, then followed her glance over the bedside clock. "Nearly 10am. You slept late. All worn out?" 

She punched him gently. "I slept late!" she cried in mock indignation. "What about you?" 

"Me? I've already been up. I've been organising breakfast - amongst other things." 

Susan cocked an eyebrow to show her disbelief. 

"Afterwards I came back to lie next to you. I must have fallen asleep again." He rolled away from her and began to get out of bed. "Come on. Let's go. I have to check out by noon." 

Neither of them bothered to dress for breakfast. The heating in the room was just perfect for lounging around naked. Susan thought that it probably was no co-incidence. Julien, she was learning, was a meticulous planner. He had so many things organized away behind the scenes all the time. 

And he proved it again as they were finishing off their coffee and pastries. 

"I have one last surprise for you, cherie," he announced. 

"You're staying another day?" Susan asked hopefully. 

"Non. Ma cherie, how I wish that could be so." 

"Some new sex position or sex toy you've yet to try on me, then?" 

Julien laughed. "No - not that either." 

"Well, what then?" Susan demanded. 

"That would spoil the surprise, wouldn't it!" 

Susan flung a half-eaten chocolate croissant at him which he neatly caught before it hit him in the face. "I'll tell you what. You have a shower and freshen up and then you can find out." 

She realized she wouldn't get anything more out of him so she shrugged her acceptance. She did feel like a good, long shower just now in any case. "Fine," she said, pretending to be offended. She disappeared down the corridor to the bathroom, the croissant tossed by Julien at her departing derriere just missing. 

The en suite bathroom was large and luxuriously appointed. Susan had showered in here already - twice in fact - but the towels were all fresh and unused. She wondered when they had been changed. 

Soon she was in amongst the steaming water. It felt great to be clean to go along with her revitalized feeling body, the water almost seeming to wash away some of the stiffness in her limbs. 

She was rinsing her hair, facing away from the shower screen door when she heard it open and sensed a slight change in the air temperature and humidity. Susan smiled to herself. Here comes Julien with the surprise, she thought to herself. She didn't even bother turning around. "Didn't think it would take you long," she said. 

There was no spoken reply but soapy hands were placed on her back, gently scrubbing her from the neck down. Susan closed her eyes, enjoying feeling of this touch as it joined the warm spray of water on her body. But something didn't feel quite right. Surely these hands were too small and soft to be Julien's. 

She frowned, opened her eyes and swivelled around all in the same moment to see who it was. It was Clara! 

Susan was completely taken aback. Too stunned for words, her mouth hung limply open for several seconds. "Turn around again," Clara said, directing Susan's body with her hands. Too surprised to argue Susan obeyed. Clara returned to soaping her back with long fluid strokes. 

Without turning Susan whispered, "What are you doing here?". 

"Shh," Clara replied, and continued generously lathering her body with suds. Susan was torn between enjoying the sensations and wanting to ask where Matt was and how long she'd been here. But Clara's hands were now reaching under her arms, sudsing up the sides of her breasts. 

Fuck it, who cares? Susan thought. It seemed to be her new motto. Just give in and go with the flow. Just as she thought that, she felt Clara's breasts pressing into her back. Her arms were encircling Susan, never dwelling for long in one place, soaping up her tummy, her chest, the valley between her breasts, and finally the perky mounds themselves. Susan leaned back, closing her eyes and sighing, enjoying the delicious sensations. 

But Clara kept things moving. She moved back slightly, allowing Susan to rinse off. Then she turned off the water and stepped back through the shower door. Clara was barely wet, having not got right into the shower spray, and she picked up one of the white fluffy towels and began drying Susan. 

Again Susan just stood there and enjoyed it. She almost felt a bit detached from her body as Clara methodically towelled her hair, her back, her chest, her arms. The feelings this produced were soothing and relaxing, yet laced with sensuality. How could they not be, given she was receiving it from a naked sexy woman? 

Susan felt tingles of desire awaken again. She peeped at Clara's body, trying to be discrete about it. She was tanned and lean. She kept in great shape, her breasts not huge but well-proportioned. And, it was hard to get a clear view, but her pubic region was possibly completely shaven. 

Wherever Clara rubbed, Susan's skin prickled and goosebumps spread. She had avoided Susan's breasts and pubic area so far, and trickles of water still ran down her smooth legs. Clara moved her slightly, then lifted at one of Susan's legs, encouraging her to lift it and place the foot on the edge of the bath nearby. 

Susan was aware of her clit - tingling already from rising desire and now being exposed slightly as her cunt was spread with opening of her legs. Clara reached for a small fresh hand towel and tossed aside the larger one. Beginning at her foot, she slowly worked her way up Susan's leg. She began to tremble a little as Clara reached her inner thigh. She realized she was inhaling loudly and tried to stop. 

Clara moved as far as Susan's inner thigh then stopped. She moved this leg back to the ground, swivelled Susan around and made her raise her other leg, beginning the same drying teasing on the other leg. This time as she reached the inner thigh, Clara stood erect and drew the towel up through her pubes and held it to her mound. The two women stood so close as to almost be touching. 

Clara brought her mouth close to Susan's and there they both stood for several agonising seconds. Susan felt the build up of sexual tension with each heartbeat of her hammering chest. Clara parted her lips as if to kiss her, but whispered instead. 

"I've wanted you ever since I first saw you." 

Susan went all weak at the knees. She felt the flush of desire accelerate through her. But fuelling her own desire was being desired. Clara's words dripped with the raw lust she saw echoed in her hungry eyes. 

Now Clara's lips opened again, and this time they were raised to Susan's own. They met passionately, hungrily. The power of desire on both sides being met and welcomed. It was a hungry and frantic kiss - as if they had but one minute left in all eternity to make it count. Their lips locked with such a ferocity and passion that it took Susan's breath away. She was fully aware though of Clara's hot body pressed tightly against hers - their breasts pressing together. Clara's arms were around Susan's body and feverishly pulling her deeper into her embrace. Susan found her arms doing the same thing but savouring the delicate supple smoothness of Clara's back, so much softer and more pliable than any man's. 




100% Pure Sex Ch. 03



Susan found herself again in that zone of a heady intoxication of lust. She didn't know where in this uncharted waters she was headed, but to hell with the destination when the getting there was as good as this! 

The feverish embrace and kissing continued for a while, with Susan enjoying the differences of kissing a woman's mouth and feeling Clara's tongue licking her own tongue and lips. Gradually Clara began edging them towards the door of the bathroom. Without breaking apart they transitioned into the bedroom, and then collapsed onto the bed together. 

Their mouths broke apart as they landed and they both laughed, though not for long. Clara pressed Susan down as she rolled on top of her. They lay together like that for a moment panting, then Clara brought her lips down slowly, and this time the kiss they shared was long and sensual. Susan found she was not just going with the flow - she was an active participant, eagerly clamouring for more. 

Clara broke apart and gave her a wry grin before twisting her body around to take up a 69 position. One hand slowly prised apart Susan's cunt lips and blew gently between her wet folds. Susan squirmed a little but her legs opened wider. She found the proximity of Clara's cunt to her own face rather confronting. She had always thought the idea of kissing another woman "down there" was a bit gross, but while Clara was teasing her with her breath she couldn't help but admire her new surroundings. 

Clara was shaved clean after all. Her pouty pussy lips were quite dark - darker than the rest of her, except perhaps for her areolae. She half-imagined that such a voracious sexual being would perhaps be adorned with a few piercings of some kind, but there were none obvious. What really took Susan's breath away though was Clara's inner lips. If the outer lips were pouty, then these positively protruded in the extreme. They seemed to simply drip with sexuality, like they were so full of sex and desire that they could barely be contained. As Clara straddled Susan's face, these inner lips hung down well beyond the outer ones, simply begging to be sucked. 

Meanwhile Clara moved her mouth to gently nibble her way up and down Susan's labia, her nose snuffling down towards her entrance. Susan moaned aloud, and if her hands had been anywhere close by they would have grabbed Clara's head and shoved it deeper into her. She felt Clara's tongue emerge and begin to play with her, licking her way around and just toying with her clit. 

By now Susan was bold enough, and desperate enough, to join in. Clasping her hands around Clara's bottom she an an exploratory tongue quite firmly over her protruding nub and down further into her wetness. Pleasantly surprised, Susan repeated the movement. 

She was "rewarded" by having Clara remove her mouth from her own cunt and growl something incomprehensible in French. Whatever it was, it sounded like she was pleased, Susan thought. She felt reassured and somewhat pleased that her novice skills at cunnilingus were so appreciated. Unfortunately it came at the price of the cessation of Clara's oral ministrations to her, but she knew it was likely only temporary. 

In meantime she devoted herself to the job at hand - exploring another woman's pussy. She found the clitoris easily enough and started out by teasing the areas all around it with her tongue. Clara moaned and trembled as she tried to wriggle her pelvis around in order to bring her clit into better contact with Susan's tongue. It was harder to stay on target than she expected. Those puffy folds were just begging to be sucked into Susan's mouth, and she kept returning to them time and again. 

Susan knew what Clara was up to of course when she wriggled her pelvis around - time to get back to the clit! For a while Susan deliberately flattened her tongue and lapped in wider areas. The lower part of her face was getting smeared with juices from Clara's cunt. Susan didn't mind at all and greedily sucked and licked the harder. 

Clara returned her mouth to Susan's clit, licking it tenderly. Her lips would sometimes surround it and suck on it, but mostly she was lapping her tongue rhythmically over and around it. Susan felt fingers exploring her opening, spreading her growing juices. 

She thought about Clara's cunt. Given that her nose was practically buried in Clara's nether regions, Susan realised how much Clara smelt of sex. With a shock she also suddenly realized that some of these secretions were presumably from Matt too. After all, the two of them had spent all of last night together. 

She found the idea quite surprisingly erotic. She quite liked the taste of Matt's come when she went down on him, and the idea of eating it straight from Clara's pussy was mind-blowing. She opened her mouth and sucked Clara's nub inside her mouth, wondering whether Matt had possibly been in the same position not long prior. But before she could dwell on it much more, Susan began to tingle all over. She felt her body tense up and she knew she was getting close to another big orgasm. 

Clara felt Susan's body tense and knew it too. With a sudden movement she locked her mouth over Susan's swollen clitoris, grasped hold of her hips, and jerked and twisted their inter-twined bodies, rolling her over. They were now in the opposite position from before, with Susan on top of Clara. From underneath Clara tongued Susan furiously. As Susan adjusted to being on her knees, she felt the unstoppable onrush of her orgasm. Panting for breath she pressed up on her arms, lifted her head up and looked straight ahead rather than down at Clara's crotch. And then froze... 

Her eyes went wide as she saw for the first time that she and Clara were not alone. Matt and Julien were both sitting on chairs near the foot of the bed not 3 meters from her. Both naked, both had wide stupid grins on their faces, and both had their dicks in their hands. 

She took in this surprising sight in a split second. But the sudden surprise couldn't hold back the tide. Clara continued her assault on her clit from below and, unknowingly doing just what Julien had done in this situation, she placed an exploratory finger on Susan's anal rim, feeling the quivering contractions begin. 

Susan's eyes widened further. She couldn't take her eyes off the two men in front of her though. Matt mouthed quite clearly "I love you!", Clara's finger pressed a little harder and that was it. 

Susan screamed. She closed her eyes as every muscle in her body contracted at once. The waves of delight shook her body with spasms of such force she had to exhale a loud moan with each one. Matt and Julien looked on admiringly as she came and came. 

Gradually the shudders downsized to ripples, like aftershocks of an earthquake. She was still shaking as Clara tried to extricate herself from underneath Susan. She came up for air gasping, "Mon Dieu, are trying to drown me!". 

They all laughed at that. Susan sat up on her knees, still recovering and panting, but Matt was beside himself with horniness. He had sprung up out of the chair and climbed onto the bed, on his knees in front of her. He embraced her warmly, kissing her open mouth. "That was so fucking sexy," he said. "That was the sexiest thing ever!" 

Susan was a touch embarrassed, but replied genuinely, "Thanks. I'm glad you liked it." 

"You certainly did, anyway!" Matt replied making her blush, but then he kissed her passionately. For a few moments they reunited like that, Matt tasting Clara on Susan's mouth. Then Clara herself was pressing close, up on her knees too. 

"You don't know how much I wanted that to happen whilst you were with us in France," she murmured as she broke in and kissed Susan for herself. 

Matt's mouth moved to Susan's neck, and one hand stretched around to fondle her butt, while other fondled Clara's butt in the same way. Clara did the same, caressing both Matt and Susan as both she and Matt took turns kissing her. She felt Julien come up behind her, not wanting to miss out. But he obviously meant to join in another way, because Susan felt his erection hard up against her ass crack. 

She was a bit too upright in her position to take him in that way, so she tried to push her butt back towards him. With some slight adjustments she felt the tip sliding along her perineum, past her opening and further on over her clit, and then back. Someone was playing with her tits , she didn't know who - her eyes were closed amid the kerfuffle of mouths, hands, breasts and cocks. She pressed her ass back further as Julien was thrusting forwards and timed it perfectly so as to take him inside her. Soon he was thrusting ever deeper. 

There was movement on the bed in front of her, so Susan opened her eyes once more. Matt was moving in behind Clara. Soon he too was buried deeply in doggie position, and both the guys were banging their women together. 

Clara and Susan continued kneeling in the middle of the bed, now kissing and fondling each other whilst the guys fucked them from behind. Susan felt a desire to feel Clara's breasts on hers again, so manoeuvred her body to be a bit more upright than on all fours. Clara realized what she wanted and they were able to come close together, chests being crushed together by the force of the fucking they were receiving from each other's partner. 

After a minute or two, Clara broke free and leaned to one side. Julien leaned forward to kiss her whilst continuing to fuck Susan. It seemed only natural for Susan and Matt to do the same. 

It spoke volumes as to how far they had come that they could kiss each other whilst at the same time fucking or getting fucked by someone else completely. Not only that, but actually enjoying the fact that other one was totally getting their rocks off by it all just as much as they were. 

Susan couldn't help smiling as she thought about this and accidentally broke apart the kiss she and Matt were enjoying. Matt took the opportunity to concentrate fully on fucking Clara. He placed both hands on her hips, slamming hard and deep from behind. Julien matched him stroke for stroke, pumping away at Susan's rear end. 

Strangely, it was Julien who came first. With a last few thrusts that were so deep as to be a bit painful, Julien pumped into Susan. Matt kept on fucking, sweat forming on his forehead. Susan couldn't help admiring his stamina. She would have bet on Julien to outlast him anytime. 

Susan was rather shocked (and pleased) that actually watching Matt fuck another woman right in front of her was such a turn-on. His face was racked with that same look of both pleasure and pain, agony and ecstasy, that she'd seen many times before as he concentrated on feeling every inch of pleasure that his dick was giving and receiving. Striving for climatic release, yet wanting to prolong the fun as long as possible. 

Clara was on all fours, gasping with each thrust of Matt's pelvis. Julien's cock was still inside Susan, but she wanted to somehow connect with this other fucking couple. She reached out her right arm down the front of Clara's body. Her fingers found Clara's engorged clit. Having only her own masturbatory experiences to guide her, she began playing with it. She could sense this was not the time for a soft, gentle play, so she went hard, fingering her strong and hard. Between that and the internal G-spot pounding she was getting, Clara cried out and orgasmed almost at once. 

Susan immediately withdrew her fingers from Clara's clit, knowing that her own became super sensitive straight after an orgasm. Matt continued pumping into Clara's cunt, and Susan couldn't resist moving her fingers a bit lower down from where they had just been. 

She flattened her palm and felt Matt's hot, rigid rod, covered with slick as it emerged from within Clara. She couldn't reach down as far his balls, but even this extra pressure on his dick was enough to bring about the awaited orgasmic release. She heard him give a cry, felt his cock stiffen further and then convulse just he thrust deep one last time, his hot seed pumping into Clara. 

The four of them collapsed into a sweaty, sticky, panting heap on the bed, and no-one spoke for several minutes. 

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The panting, especially from the two guys, gradually returned to normal breathing. Eventually Julien glanced over at the bedside clock. "Merde!" he exclaimed. "We have a plane to catch, Clara. We need to say our good-byes quickly." 

The huddle of bodies untangled itself, only to reform in different groupings to hug each other in farewell. 

As Julien and Matt shook hands, Julien said, "You two don't need to rush though - I've paid for another night on this suite." 

Matt could hardly believe it. Just how rich is this guy? he wondered, before shaking his hand even harder. 

"Thank you," he said warmly. "Thank you for your generosity - in everything," He looked deeply into Julien's eyes, as if he wanted to say more but couldn't find the words. They heard Clara saying to Susan, "I hope we can all meet up again sometime. Somewhere." 

"Oh, we must. We must," Susan replied enthusiastically. 

Clara and Julien went off to have quick shower before dressing again. They weren't gone long, but by the time they emerged again, Matt and Susan were both fast asleep, sprawled naked across the sheets but bodies entwined. 

Clara noticed a satisfied expression on Julien's face as he looked down at them. It seemed to say "Job well done" or perhaps "Mission Accomplished". 

Clara smiled. She turned and reached up on tip toes to give Julien a peck on the lips. 

Without a word, the pair of them packed and left the hotel. 

The next chapter sees Susan delve even more into some girl-on-girl action. Where would you like to see this story go? Drop me a line - I'd love to hear from you.