1 comments/ 9852 views/ 7 favorites Timegasms By: LitEroCat ... (This falls under: sciFi, loving wives, exhibitionism, anal, group and maybe mind control... you pick any you like) Ted and I were finally in Paris and visiting the Louvre in celebration of my risky yet successful brain surgery four months ago. I had a large mass zapped by radio surgery. The mass was squeezing my right amygdala which I was told plays a role in the association of time and places with emotional properties. It also seemed to be causing vivid hallucinations of a libidinous nature. I was going to miss some of those . . . After my fourth clean checkup, I was cleared to fly, so here we are! We were in a group of tourists taking an overview of the famous museum. In the dim light, the classic artworks glowed in the warm, safe lights. "Tari . . . TARI where are you?" I barely heard my sweet, sexy man calling to me. I was engrossed in a large painting of an old church; it was oddly mesmerizing. There was a tiny figure of a nude woman in the foreground who seemed out of place and fleeing the church. The caption said it was Saint Patrick's Basilica. Before I finished reading the location and date, I felt an irresistible sneeze coming on. Quickly, I reviewed my options to squelch the embarrassing sneeze. I heard of squeezing the fleshy part of my left palm just below my thumb. That didn't work. The pre-sneeze built and filled my chest leaving me a second to react. A friend insisted that causing some distracting pain, like the palm squeeze, would sidestep other pains AND sneezes. She said the best way was to pinch, skin on skin, something sensitive - like my clit! I wasn't going to do THAT in the Louvre! As I took a deep breath before an explosive sneeze, I chose to thrust my hand into my bra and squeeze my left nipple - hard! "Oh Ted, Ted, I'm going to . . . to . . . ahhh" I think the nipple squeeze worked on a small scale. Instead of a blustery, window-rattling sneeze, I recovered from a genteel little "a-choo" and happily opened my eyes. Something was amiss! I was still in a crowd of people, but was standing in the back of a church. I gulped and froze. Nothing moved but my eyes as I surveyed my surroundings. Three handsome strangers were on my right, several couples on my left and a young child stood before me. Only the three men noticed my sudden appearance. An icy shiver passed thru my ankles and sent goosies all the way to my chin. That's when I looked down and saw I was absolutely, totally, stark freaking naked! WTF! I was still pinching my left nipple, but quickly covered my mouth to suppress a gasp of shock. The congregation of two hundred plus was standing and singing some psalm and didn't notice my presence so I began backing out. That's when I noticed the doors to the Nave were open and the small crowd in there was staring at my naked ass and legs. I bumped into several people who stopped singing and stared. The sudden bubble of silence spread in all directions as people turned to check why the loud dissonance ceased. Unsure where to go, I fluttered haphazardly thru the Nave until I felt an arm grab me. One of the trio from the back of the church pulled me to a side door in the Nave. We entered an empty clearing at the foot of a stairway that lead up to the church balcony and another fifty people. Still holding my arm, his gaze was fixed on my oscillating c-cups. "Thanks for saving me. I am Tari and I have to ask, WHERE am I? Why is everyone in church on a Tuesday?" "Happy to help one of God's miracles, eh. You know, YOU are what I was praying for! Your lovely nude body is obviously a work of God and I pray it is truly in His image. Je m'appelle Abe and you are in mass in Montreal because it is Dimanche, Sunday the sixth, not Tuesday. You are very confused, eh?" I stared and wondered which of us was insane. How could I be a continent and two days away? My watch, jewelry and even my navel ring were gone! Maybe this was a lingering post-op effect? Was all this another hallucination? If it is, then there's no harm in enjoying every second of it. But, if it's not . . .? "Perhaps the feeling in my little head is a message from God? I don't want to oppose His divine direction, eh." I wondered what he meant until he released my arm and removed his shirt. Panic flashed thru me, but quickly dispersed when I saw his breathtakingly chiseled chest and well-sculptured abs. He dropped his slacks and briefs. His thickly veined shaft pointed directly at my navel and brandished its God made, enormous beauty. Tentatively, I reached for it and wrapped as much of my hand around it as would fit. It pulsed in my gentle touch. I pushed the foreskin back until his gleaming bishop popped from its protection, maroon and lustrous, it expanded in my grip. As I slid my astonished hand down his shaft and back up, he cupped and weighed each tit before twisting and pulling my sensitive nipples. "Tari, it's time for us to do God's work, eh?" This stranger gently pushed me to my knees on his slacks as he guided his long, thick tool past my navel, up my abs, between my heavy tits to my chin and finally, my hungry lips. They parted for his God-sent glory and he parked his bishop on my tongue. It was sweet, salty and delicious since his Cowper's was already slipping over its head. "I want you to take all of me deep into your throat and drink all of my godly fluids, for THAT is of my body." I caught the nearly sacrilegious reference, smiled and took it as the clever pun I hope he intended. As he swung his hips closer, I heard the balcony group begin another hymn. He saw my furtive glances and told me not to worry since we still had about twenty minutes before the mass ended. I reached for his heavy sac and tugged his balls forward as I sucked him deeper. He moaned as my tongue swirled around his shaft and felt his thick veins. There was something unique about the hard yet spongy feel of his cock in my mouth. It felt velvety, not like umm, Ted's? Oh God, did I just forget my husband's name? Abe pressed deeper in my mouth and yet his wide bishop found its way into my throat. With little help, it inched its advance until I had to gulp. That gulp happily drew two more inches into me. This was so much bigger than Ted's and yet so much easier to swallow. Why was I so easily, willingly swallowing a stranger's cock when I rarely obliged my husband? I backed him out so I could take a deep breath and quickly swallowed him most of the way. One more gulp and a swallow and I felt his pubes against my lips. I felt proud that I could take God's magnificent and huge tool so deeply into me. Abe sighed loudly when he parked his cock as far as it could go. After a brief and quiet pause, he began slowly pulling out enough to let me breathe then forcefully shoved his love stick to full depth. He held my head as he began earnestly face fucking me, and for the first time in my life, I didn't mind. My nipples became painfully hard, my belly craved his Godly seed and, as I rubbed my clit, I felt it was rigid and wet from my own arousal. Was I now a tramp? Ohh, he feels so good I . . . I . . . have to have . . . no . . . I can't say it, I won't. I'll just enjoy the moment and THEN sort all this out. My thoughts were gladly interrupted by Abe's speedy thrusts, his bishop swelling in my throat and his balls contracting. I never noticed so much detail before. He clenched, I gulped, I felt his sperm rush thru his cock and fire directly into my belly. Three, four deep spurts filled my gut then three more, weaker, spurts dribbled into my mouth, lips and chin as his withdrew his barely shrunken cock. I licked my lips and was surprised at how tasty his emission was. As I licked my teeth and mouth, I reached for his receding cock and lapped it. I savored every drop of his cum and yearned for more. What has become of me!? As I kissed his Godly bishop and sat back on my heels, the door opened and one of the other handsome young men entered. "What did I miss, Abe?" Since my hand was still on Abe's semi hard cock and it was two inches from my gooey face, he knew exactly what he'd missed. "Hi, Dan. I just delivered God's liquid manna directly into her belly. She's very good at deep sucking cock and loves the taste. Why don't you come up front and give her a try, eh? I'll move behind her." "Whoa! What am I, a HO to be passed around? Are you going to ask ME?" Dan stripped off everything in seconds, even before his cock was stiff. I had the pleasure of watching it grow longer, thicker and harder and forgot my objections. It was slightly thinner than Abe's, but just as long. My evil mind informed me that he would be even easier to swallow. Who was I to argue with me? I trapped his cock between my ear and my shoulder and just enjoyed its twitching and warmth. His moan said he enjoyed it too. He had no foreskin to withdraw, and my fingers touched when they wrapped around it and pulled it to my mouth. I went onto all fours to lewdly project my bare ass at Abe. As Dan's cock found a home on my tongue, I felt Abe slither between my knees and push his nose between my swollen lips. He latched onto my hips and slowly lapped from my taint to my clit - slow enough to warm each spot he touched. I moaned on the cock that was already five inches into my throat. My vibrations made Dan groan so loudly I feared he'd drown out the singing and further expose us. God, I'm so sorry for doing this in your sacred home. I'll confess this . . . ahh, when? Abe had a masterful tongue! It licked around my outer then inner lips as it sucked up my overflowing juices. He moaned in appreciation and I swallowed more cock. Abe nudged my strained clit and immediately pressed his nose gently against its side. Before I could react, I felt his finger curve into my love hole and slide along my floor and up the sides of my extended clit. I began to shudder and he wrapped his hot tongue around my pearly nubbin and sucked cool air around it. The combination made me explode on his face, in smothered screams, and nearly bite the tasty cock that was face fucking me. Two, then three fingers penetrated my pussy. The stretching felt . . . heavenly. I felt Abe slip one finger from my holy hole and slide it into my ass crack. I wondered if . . . yes, it found and circled my puckered hole, rubbed and stretched it before slipping the first joint inside my rear. Nothing had ever before gone INTO that dark hole and I was extremely surprised, and pleased. I barely noticed that Abe's fist was slamming against my rear hole, but when I did, I knew all of his finger was in my anus yet all I felt were the sparks as his slippery finger stretched my sphincter. It felt amazing, invigorating and somehow relaxing. Abe lapped my pussy one more time before rolling out from under me. That dirty, slippery finger was still in my ass and it spun deliciously as he got up. I felt his huge, stiff cock slide up my thigh and slap my swollen labia. Abe pivoted his hips so his staff caressed my clit then pressed it against my lips as his other hand continued to pummel my asshole. Then it happened! He slid his tool thru my labia until I felt it begin to escape. Abruptly, he lifted its helm a touch and reversed directions. Fortunately, he paused with just an inch or so inside my pussy. I gasped and he pulled away then sank three inches in me. The sudden spreading of my love hole burned for a second then felt like a hearth fire expanding and warming me with sparks shooting deeper inside. I felt so full and heady. When Abe slammed his pubes against my ass, I knew all of his twelve-inch stick was in my snatch. After a brief pause, I felt him surge and begin pulling nearly all of his glorious cock out, then in, to the hilt. I felt my cheeks crushed, felt his finger slammed in my ass and I began to shudder again. This was so different from sex with Ted, even if not better. A lusty, shameful thought erupted in my head - all this overwhelming lust was playing out amid a very large crowd of religious people just a door away in God's sacred house. I'd never had sex in a public space before and the risk and thrill of getting caught HERE made all this even more forbidden . . . and exhilarating! My last mindful thought was to push my finger into Dan's ass and vibrate it as I hoped to strike his prostate. Apparently, I found it. He roared, twitched and shoved his pubes against my nose as his cock twitched, pulsed and guided his sperm into my belly to join Abe's. As he unloaded his tasty goo into me, it pushed me beyond my control and I shook wildly, screamed a smothered, guttural scream onto Dan's cock and spasmed in a dizzying orgasm. Unawares, my spasms crushed Abe's huge cock and trapped it inside me. The pressure and surprise made Abe erupt with us and he filled my nasty snatch with spurt after spurt of his unguarded sperm. We all collapsed on the floor and rested for several minutes - Abe's finger was motionless in my ass, his cock slowly shrank, but its withdrawal made me convulse with every inch of shrinkage and Dan's cock was just two inches into my mouth so I could alternately gasp air and lick his divine spear clean. While still breathing raggedly, we heard the priest announce the end of the mass. In seconds the upstairs crowd would come down and see three naked people worshiping God in a plebeian, if crude manor. After grabbing their clothes and scrambling for the outer door, I pulled them to a stop. "We can't be seen leaving the church naked! Hel . . . heck, I don't even have any. Help me!" Footsteps on the stairs prompted faster thoughts. The Nave door opened and the third handsome young man popped in and stared, stunned at his naked friends and the naked woman between them. He too asked, "What did I miss? Far too much, apparently!" Abe tossed me his red briefs to wear. He said it was legal in Montreal for everyone, meaning women now, to be shirtless so I didn't need to cover my tits. Both men pulled on their slacks and we all ran into the street topless with the new guy, Mark. Even if they were truthful, it was MY tits exposed to everyone! We did get a few stares as we ran hand-in-hand thru the streets. My tits rebounding freely in the bright sun felt so taboo that I was getting aroused again. The fact that Abe's briefs were four sizes too big and kept slipping off forced me to pull one hand free to yank them up and keep covering my bared ass. Mark ran behind us and got a great view of my bare, jiggling ass and tits. It MUST have seemed just a little suspicious that I didn't have shoes or a shirt and my 'panty' was far too big. I tried very hard not to see the laughing peepers. "Where are we going?" Abe said he lived just two blocks away and we should go hide there for a while. The sooner we got off the hot streets, the better for me and my sizzling feet. When we got to Abe's place, we had to wait at the front door while he searched for his keys. As I looked nervously around, I licked my mouth and teeth to find some sticky, tasty spunk waiting to remind me of our discretions. Finally inside, we three blasphemers whooped and threw our hands up. In a second, all our clothes fell off. My oversized, wet briefs caught at my crotch, fell inside-out, and I delighted in letting everyone see Abe's cum ooze out of me. Since the boys hadn't taken the time to zip up, their slacks had nothing to hold them up and they fell to the floor. Once they kicked them off and let their semi hard cocks fly, I made a little show of peeling the sodden briefs to my knees then high stepping out of them so they could see my pussy open and drain down my leg. "Anyone want to lick me clean? After all, I licked two cocks clean within the hour." Mark volunteered, "I guess I missed a lot then. OK, I'll lick up the overflow spunk as long as I get to slurp directly from the beautiful, hot pussy it's in. Then I want a chance to make a direct deposit and replace it. Agreed?" I said, "OK, but you have to get as naked as the rest of us and *I* want to strip you!" Of course he agreed and I only opened two buttons before savagely pulling his shirt over his head. As he kicked off his shoes, I released his belt, fastener and zipper. Feeling incredibly randy and coquettish, I turned him so my back was to the others and bent only at my waist. I desperately wanted to expose my most private sanctum to my lovers and watch their cocks swell and fully stiffen in praise of my wet, swollen and dripping cunt. I don't know if I ever used that word, but it seemed the right time and circumstances. Mark wasted no time, putting me quickly on my back on the kitchen table, my heels on the edge next to my ass. Before my arms could even support me, he was on his knees with his skillful tongue swirling up my sticky thighs then around and deep in my pussy. The last thing I noticed before I left my body was my rapidly accelerating breathing. Suddenly, I felt light headed and nearly disassociated from my body. As I floated up and away from the table, I could see that his tongue was as long as it felt. It flicked my lips, my clit, lightly as a snake might, then suddenly thrust firmly deep inside my burning pussy. I watched as Mark swallowed his friends' cum and reveled in the warm, firm feel of his wonderful tongue deep inside me. He used it to lick and suck my rugae then abruptly thrust across my G-spot. I saw and felt myself scream in orgasm and leaped to the ceiling before harshly returning to my body with a THUMP. It was only after my vision cleared that I became aware of the stiff cock in my throat. Abe pulled out to let me breathe while Mark stared stupefied at my throbbing, gasping cunt. Even before we caught our breaths, Mark pulled me to my feet and lay on the floor as he guided me to rest on his hips. His malcontent prick ever stiff, he pulled me to squat over it, facing him. He thrust up into me once, twice, before I began counter thrusting. Very soon, I was dropping hard onto his hips, his cock, slamming my wet labia against him. With each slap and squish, I felt his cock reach deeper, farther into me. My incredibly well exercised kegels were no match for his powerful thrusts, but added to my steep arousal. I thought I felt a hand on my back pushing my tits closer to Mark's impatient mouth. He sucked a nipple then tugged it with his teeth. The hand on my back briefly stilled my humping, but the finger rubbing and teasing my rosebud was a surprise. Dan's finger found its winding way into my rectum and was quickly and happily joined by another. Stretching my rear hole got me gasping again, but I couldn't ignore the motionless cock still in my pussy. The fingers pulling out of my ass was exquisite torment and were quickly replaced with a lubricated, cold cock. Dan took three thrusts before I felt his groin slam against my cheeks and his rod begin rapidly stuffing my rear. I gasped as Mark copied his rhythm in my sucking snatch - first matching then complementing Dan's pattern. The next time I gasped, another stiff cock, Abe's, slipped into my mouth. With all three holes filled, I found myself shifting focus to each hole and shortly felt all three sensations as one dizzying crescendo. I hummed my passion onto Abe's cock as all three began grunting and slamming inside me. Thankfully, Abe was first to cum and he sprayed his seed directly into my belly so I could breathe again. As he withdrew, his last two spurts covered my palate and cheeks. The remnants in my mouth tasted of salt, fennel and vanilla, the most savory, unusual and delicious flavored cum I'd ever experienced. As I tried licking his cock clean, Dan and Mark filled my other holes with their thick, hot cum. Their heat and shudders pushed me beyond my own shuddering, shrieking orgasm and I rolled off Mark and onto the floor, gasping in delirium. When we caught our breaths, I considered how I would return home and explain all this to my dear husband. How could he possibly understand and accept what's happened to me? Before my pulse returned to normal, Mark positioned his soggy cock near my mouth. In my arousal, it smelled temptingly of mixed cum, his and mine. The intoxicating aroma bewitched my horny mouth and I quickly sucked it all the way in. I licked around his crown and shaft, licked his balls and carefully sucked them. Timegasms 3 - JFK [7/16/15 Fixed typo, 8/7 fixed flow and clarified Endnote] ... [This story includes: anal, sciFi, loving wives, exhibitionism, oral and maybe mind control... you pick any you like] I wasn't sure if I were going to tell Ted about Canada or how to broach all that happened there, but after our extreme adventure on the métro, half that story would be safe. No need to bring it up yet! We watched the stills first and moaned excitedly, but when we watched the video of me stripping and three strangers filling my mouth with their meat and cream and Ted sucking cock . . . it was too much for popcorn. Somehow Ted remembered to pause the video so we could maul each other with our breathless, rutting passion . . . over and over and over . . . We woke mid morning, naked on our bed and facing the open balcony doors. My cheeks still hurt from smiling so much! Ted suggested we take in the major touristy spots, at least Montmartre, l'Arc de Triumph et la Tour Eiffel today, racy Moulin Rouge tonight and I want to take a night ride on the Seine. Tomorrow we can rent a car for a long country ride including Cosne sur Loire. I wonder if anyone rents the infamous, quirky 2CV. Ted put on conservative shorts and a polo top, but insisted I wear a short skirt and short, white crop top over absolutely nothing. "Ohhh! Do you plan to show me off again, you pervert?" I teased. He said he would if possible and knew now that I'd enjoy flashing strangers as much as he loved watching me and them. If he only knew! We walked the tour of Montmartre. Ted chose one of the street artists to sketch us, but insisted on his choice of poses. He sat me on his lap with my arm on his shoulders. It took only a moment to realize that my short top exposed the rounded bottom of both breasts to the artist. Ted made sure it climbed enough to expose half my nipples. That thought made them twist and harden. He adjusted my legs so one knee was across his lap, but the other was provocatively aimed directly at the artist. Who was this man claiming to be my husband!? My skirt sagged between my legs so Ted pulled it taut and high up my thighs which surely exposed my naked pussy to yet another stranger! The artist's arched eyebrow and stunned stare between my legs confirmed it. I looked at Ted and saw him smirking at the artist's admiration. "Tres belle, n'est pas, ca vulve?" The artist slowly nodded agreement that my pussy was indeed pretty. I smiled. "Sil vous plait, sois sûr d'inclure ses lèvres et les mamelons de votre croquis." I blushed, but left my legs apart. THAT was a little direct, insisting he include my labia and nipples in the sketch! I can't yet imagine where in our home I can hang that framed sketch! When painstakingly completed, down to a bit of labia stubble, the artist rolled the sketch into a tube and salaciously kissed my hand as he delivered it. He held it down until I had to bend enough for him to enjoy my prominent tits slipping from my crop top. We walked away, aware of and ignoring the hot summer breeze that surely lifted my skirt. This extreme flashing was a dizzying high unlike any I've ever felt! After a brief, calming stop for croissants and cafe-au-lait, we headed to la Tour Eiffel. It looks so much bigger when you are under it looking up. We saw cameras with long zoom lenses shooting up my loose skirt and billowing crop top and giggled. After performing 'carelessly' on the new glass floor for the horde below us, we walked up the many steps and giggled at all the horny local eyes looking up my skirt at my smiling snatch. Often taking two steps at once, my bald pussy sent drops down my thigh. I was abashed, and thrilled. We took the elevator the rest of the way, but Ted wasn't done exposing me yet. When I stood with my back against the rail, he began filming me and the denuding effect of the erratic wind. The wind was chilly so high up. I kept my hands behind my head as I let the wind blow my top to my chin, hang there and finally drop to my hard, cold nipples. A crowd slowly formed near us. My tiny skirt was also whipped teasingly beyond my damp pussy, then up against my big tits. I fought my instinct to push it back down, instead, let it fall and whip up again at the whim of the assaulting wind. At one point I closed my eyes to let my admirers have a guilt-free gander at my privates, then peeked at each to share in their voyeuristic glee. Ted wasn't the only one taking a video. Normally offended by the invasion of my privacy, I was exhilarated that so many would own and share an intimate piece of me as their personal porn when they jacked or jilled off. As a last hurrah, Ted had me turn and hold the metal netting as I leaned a bit over the rail. To rest my hips on the rail, I had to slide lower, which I did by spreading and sliding my legs apart. I know my wet pussy and both cheeks were in full view and photographed by many. I couldn't wait to see what my rear pussy shot looked like. After Ted took extended high and very low shots of me, we hoofed it back down. "Ya know, Ted, I was hoping you'd pull out that obviously stiff cock and let someone video us together somehow. Think how much our kids will love seeing THAT!" "I considered it, even without the filming, but there were gendarmes nearby. They enjoyed your 'accidentally' exposed charms, but would probably arrest me since the wind can't accidentally unzip and drop my pants, pull out my cock and insert it into your wet hole. I'll survive the wet spot in my shorts for now. Let's get to l'Arc de Triomphe." So we casually made our way down Les Champs-Élysées, swinging hand-in-hand like kids, to the infamous Paris circle. We quietly sang the Champs chanson, which I didn't know existed until that day. At least the chorus. I found full lyrics on Google and Youtube. Aux Champs-Élysées, aux Champs-Élysées Au soleil, sous la pluie, à midi ou à minuit Il y a tout ce que vous voulez aux Champs-Élysées When we came to the circle, Ted volunteered, "This is where I saved a girl's life when I was here with a multi school group several years ago. She started to cross the eight lanes and got half way when the traffic lights changed. The cars peeled out and she screeched. In panic, she ran back one lane, screeched again and ran back. When she repeated that, I ran into the traffic and planted us on a lane line and waited for a gap in the swirling cars. Holding her still by her shoulders, I walked her thru each dynamic gap until we made it to the center. And would you believe, we BOTH lived!?" We crossed safely at the light, entre les clous - that recalled an unfortunate miscommunication. We walked in and around the Arc and visited the musee. Surprisingly, there was a temporary display there of all the world leaders who visited l'Arc, with the notable and understandable exception of Hitler since he was a classic example of a 'guest' who long overstayed his 'welcome'! I was drawn to the Kennedy display. He visited at the end of May 1961, which reminded me of the series of crises thrown at him in his aborted term. My parents had a Kennedy shrine for many years. I couldn't appreciate how scary the world was then, far beyond domestic issues. My folks finally impressed on me how terrifying the mid-fifties to sixties were. They lived with the daily fear of a missile dropping a nuc on them with no more than twenty minutes warning. WW3 was always close and they knew WW4 would be fought with sticks and stones. Implications of Sputnik terrified them. Despite his flaws, JFK was our brave rock especially during the Cuban missile crisis. The Press didn't hound Presidents and Royalty back then, but respected their office, privacy and foibles. This got me wondering what he was REALLY like. My curiosity grew and I decided to Google his life and trials. I heard his personal docs as well as friends' diaries and comments were recently declassified. I wondered if rumors of his personal conquests were true. Ted was no help since he never followed personal stories or anything but the headlines. My curiosity so demanded satisfaction that I suggested we skip the Crazy Horse show or Moulin Rouge tonight. Instead, we found an intimate brasserie and had a satisfying diner and excellent wine. My mind kept wandering to JFK, his rumored affairs and how he might have looked naked. Naughty me! After Ted set his limits on our actions on the metro, I began feeling that I had cheated on him in Canada, especially since I wasn't sure I would ever tell him all I did there. Just asking for an early evening, wanting so desperately to Google JFK and likely fantasize about him filled me with guilt. Why? It's not that I ever screwed him or ever met him. After wandering leisurely toward a boat depot on the Seine, we decided on the sunset tour, boarded and enjoyed a litre of Muscadet, a near local and tasty wine. We watched the golden gloaming on the windy top deck. The buzz from the wine slowed my reflexes somewhat. Yup! That was it, the wine! Leaning lewdly over the rail allowed other passengers a great view of my personal moonscape. Occasionally, I gently and slowly tugged my flying, teasing skirt down. When I noticed camera flashes, I leaned farther and offered a better view of my tantalizing, plump labia and let my prominent boobs swing free over the flowing water. As I savored my indecent exposure, Ted oddly jostled his arm over my lower back. Then I realized that his arm was holding my skirt hem against my waist to allow a prolonged view of my cheeks and happy pussy. I let him enjoy his presenting me to yet another uncounted number of enthralled voyeurs while I enjoyed my 'stranger' fantasy that in turn moistened my pussy which further increased my salacious arousal. "I don't see any gendarmes nearby or on the boat, so. . . . " Ted volunteered. He turned my face and kissed me gently while caressing my exposed, bare ass. With his left hand, he unzipped and unhooked his slacks then managed to push them and his boxers to his feet. "Honey, I don't want you to be the only naked person on this boat, and I wanted a piece of the thrills too. I was about to say 'action', but THAT cums next." His right hand was circling my cheeks and diving deeper between them. The boat lights were on so we were both brightly displayed for everyone. Another couple passed exceptionally close and both stroked both our bare asses as they did. The beautiful young woman leaned over, pet and squeezed Ted's semi hard dick. A slow pull brought it to full attention. Her guy boldly wet his finger in MY slit as they all watched him. It was all as casual as if we were old friends shaking hands, except that the stranger pushed deep into my wet pussy then sniffed my scent on his finger and offered it to his girl. She sniffed and licked it as her guy wrapped his tongue around his finger coated in my nectar. Ted and I moaned at the nervy sexploitation. They stepped against the rail, she leaning over it, just two feet from us and he tucked her skirt into her belt to completely expose her frilly bikini panty. When she leaned farther forward, matching my lean, he wiggled her panty to the floor and she spread her legs widely, trapping the panty at her ankles. Her cute, shiny, bare ass barely had any tan lines and her exposure seemed even more lewd than mine due to the dangling panty. I couldn't see her pussy, though they got a close look at mine, but Ted was taking photos and I knew I would see it later. When Ted leaned over the rail to take a photo of my dangling tits and hers, he signaled them to show us her tits. "Ah, oui! Pardon. Les voici." Saying that, he helped pull her arms out of her loose tank top, pushed it around her neck and signaled us with a grin and thumbs up. Her smaller tits swung freely and Ted got his pix. The stranger spread his wife's sexy cheeks and flourished them with pride to either offer them to us or suggest we get on with some fucking. This was becoming a dogging session and I was no longer opposed to that. "I hadn't planned on this; I just wanted to show off and fuck my beautiful wife in public." Ted whispered. I sighed and told him he better get on with it then. He was stunned by my new openness and rubbed his stiff cock up and down my ass as passengers angled for a better view. As he began slipping his thick helm in my hungry pussy, André, the stranger slid a hand up my bare back and around to my free range tits. After rolling and testing my nipple for density, he slowly pulled my tit flesh and nipple as if he were slowly milking me. That's when he introduced himself and his wife, Rea. Ted really got off on a stranger milking me as he fucked me and rapidly picked up speed. André pulled off his shirt, slacks and boxers and boldly tossed them aside. He fearlessly stood naked behind his wife and slowly jerked his long, slim cock as he rotated to display it to everyone. I'd never seen one so slim and long, not even in Canada. He taunted the passengers with his cut, purple bishop and flicking tongue. He took Ted's right hand and guided it between his wife's cheeks. As Ted found and stroked her pink ass hole, André spread her cheeks and directed my husband's hand lower. I could tell by the interrupted pattern and stretching that Ted had found her pussy and was exploring it as he sporadically pummeled me. André suggested, "Nous pouvons échanger si vous le souhaitez?" He leered at me and my exposed ass. I was sure Ted would not swap with him, if only because we had no condoms. I couldn't yet tell him about taking two unsheathed Canadian cocks in all my holes and another in my mouth. If this continued to escalate . . . "Non, merci. Nous ne sommes pas prêtes pour cela." Well, as far as HE knew, we weren't ready to swap. André gently slapped Rea's cute ass and shrugged as Ted withdrew and sniffed his finger. "Would you like a sniff, my love?" he teased. Nodding yes, I stunned him, by sucking his cum soaked finger like a cock. He groaned and returned to intensely fucking me, forcing my tits to collide chaotically. Rea was delicious. André wasted no time angling his rod into Rea's soaked and swelling hole. He angled her toward me as he fucked her deeper and deeper. She stroked my hair, face then my tits. I pivoted slightly so I could pet her face and full B-cups. Ted and she moaned when I pinched her nipple. Staring into her beautiful face for just a moment, my eyes lost focus and my head moved toward her without guidance. Our lips met gently, then again and again. As our husbands fucked us for a crowd in various states of arousal and exposure, we kissed deeply, Frenchly and it was GOOD! Another first - my first serious, intense girl kiss. The kiss and nipple love drove Ted over the edge and he grunted loudly as he unloaded and filled my pussy. That made me cum and moan into Rea's mouth. She climaxed and shuddered freely and later told us that André shot a dense spurt in her pussy then immediately pulled out and raided her ass as he filled it with the last of his cum. He knelt behind her and sucked his cum out of both her holes. Ted stared in disbelief. André asked, "Tu ne vas pas à la nettoyer?" Interesting that he switched to the familiar form, though I guess we were much better acquainted now than mere strangers. I would be shocked if Ted did clean me as André had. Ted slowly shook his head and stared at my overflowing pussy as several in the crowd applauded. I blushed. André asked if HE could clean me up. Ted's eyes popped and he looked at me for an answer. I shrugged and nodded OK. Ted and his wilting cock took a step back. André, and his still stiff cock knelt behind ME. I stiffened in anticipation of -another- stranger licking my pussy. Rea slipped her tongue in my mouth again and her husband spread my cheeks and licked Ted's escaped cum first from my thigh, then labia. My husband watched him slip his agile tongue between my lips, spread them and catch the gouts of cum falling onto the French tongue. As he drilled into my open pussy for more sticky treasure, he slipped a finger in me then slid it up to, then into my ass. Ted was jerking his stiff-again cock as he watched André clean me out and finger fuck my ass. Rea broke off our kiss and knelt before Ted. She sucked his sticky cock deep into her throat and bobbed slowly without a gasp as André brought me closer to an ass climax. As I began to shudder and twitch on the gifted finger, Ted blasted another load into Rea's belly. André sat back, cock at full staff, "Quel merveilleux, savoureux mélange de votre sperme et de sa femme cum!" I smiled that he found our mix so tasty and that Ted partook of Rea. That should make it easier for him to accept my cheating. We partially dressed, sat a while and watched the other couples we inspired having varied forms of sex. Rea and I wordlessly swapped places between our men then kissed and fondled each other, then turned and kissed each other's husband. As we watched the sights flow by, André lifted my skirt and fingered me as he Frenched me. That inspired Ted to do the same with Rea and her hot pussy. At chilly nightfall, we went below to warm up and enjoy Paris at night. I asked André if they had seen the exhibit at l'Arc de Triomphe and relayed my impressions. Despite my residual guilt, I asked Ted for his smart phone and began extensively researching JFK. "I haven't been able to get Kennedy off my mind all day and my queries have taken an odd turn, Ted. My last search was for his penis size. I figured there was no way, but look at THIS! From released diaries, it says his dick was seven inches. This isn't right. It feels like . . . like it's just TMI! And about a President! Here's info about AF1 on his last day, its layout etc.," Rea seemed especially interested. Someone rushed in from the chilly deck and the wind sent up a cloud of dust. "Look at this, Ted, from diaries of so-called friends they really . . . " The dust hit me and, without thought, I automatically pinched an exposed nipple, ". . . aahh ahHH Ch . . . " Oh NO! It's happened again! I looked down and confirmed I was completely naked, no jewelry or shoes either. The room I was in was empty and looked somehow fragile. The big mahogany desk was cleared and spotless with just a multi-line phone, a desk clock with calendar cards and one photo on it. My heart raced as I walked carefully around the desk and saw the photo was of Jackie, Caroline and jr. - John-John I think he was called. HOLY SHIT! Could this be JFK's office? I checked the clock/calendar flip card. It read 11:43 a.m., Friday, 11/22/63! That date was too familiar. 1 Ignoring my chaotic tits, I ran to the door and saw the big Presidential seal on it. I threw it open and noted the plush, custom, empty interior of a big, narrow plane. This was JFK's 707 Air Force 1! The exits at the front and rear of the plane were open, but I ran to the nearest window. Focused on the President, I ignored Johnson, the Governor and their wives. JFK and Jackie, in her pink outfit, were just leaving the stairs and approaching the historic black convertible Lincoln. They greeted rapt fans as the Secret Service did their best at crowd control. I pounded on the window to warn or distract him and his detail. No one heard me. My aching, breaking heart watched him drive away in his last convertible ride. Tears ran down my face and dripped onto the carpet where JFK had stood just seconds before. Desolated, I turned back to the office to soak in the energy he left behind. Not only was I a continent away, but I was in 1963!? WTF! I suddenly realized that my last thoughts before arriving here were of JFK and THIS room. Did that visualization somehow guide me here? Is that a way to control this odd ability? I looked around the office for a reference and determined that the desk clock was my best choice. Since I had tripped the office door silent alarm, agents rushed from both ends of AF1 into the office, guns drawn. I heard them coming and forced a sneeze as I painfully squeezed a nipple. The agents, briefly stunned by the sight of a beautiful naked woman, blinked and watched her, me, pop away. Shocked by the incredible, unexplainable sight, they stared at each other and simultaneously gushed "I didn't see a thing!" Somehow, I heard their gasps of denial. Timegasms 3 - JFK I landed a little off balance and realized I had started to run from the agents when I popped off. Where was . . . OH damn!? I was still in the AF1 office, now behind the desk. When I focused on the clock which displayed 10:30 a.m., exactly as I had viz'd. So maybe I don't have to return to my 'initial' launch point? I still don't understand why I can do this, but how is becoming clearer. As my thoughts focused on my circumstance, I realized we were still in the air and recalled we would land at 11:40, and . . . the big office chair spun around. JFK himself stared calmly at me, surveying my naked tits and bush he said "Tari, ahh hello! What aah you doing heah?" and turned on the 'do not disturb' light. Why wasn't he shocked to see me just appear out of nowhere? "How do you know my name? This is our 1st meeting, ah sir, umm Mr. President." I wasn't sure if I should cover my best naked bits as he leaned back and stared intently, appreciatively and confidently. Somehow at peace with his scrutiny, I ignored the slight swelling in his slacks. "No, no it's not. How can you forget meeting me and Bobby last yeah and again last month? I thought ouah 3-way would be moah memorable for you. Do you remember this?" He comfortably put my hand on his slacks and I breathlessly squeezed his swelling Presidential hard on as he casually and comfortably slipped a finger onto my clit with a familiarity typical of long time lovers. As he circled it, he asked me to extract his manhood. "You've handled, and tasted, it befoah." I looked at him, wide-eyed, and unzipped the President for MY 1st time. As I pushed his slacks and boxers down and handled the large and thick presidential staff, he offered, "If THIS is YOUR 1st time, doesn't that mean our 3-way is still in your future . . . as well as MY past? Hmm, you are very slippery. I'm surprised and very uh pleased that you are so aroused so soon." Ah, if I could only tell him I was slippery from my husband's cum and from André lapping and fingering me. "I'm rather focused on your present, but . . . " I stroked his staff and was surprised by his lack of a foreskin and his peach-sized helm. "Are you telling me I've had this 'monster' in my mouth before?" It wasn't really THAT big, but . . . "Oh yes. And" he deeply fingered me "in this beautiful, snug, tasty pussy and youah, tight ass. Bobby's been in theah too, all three holes in, ah, fact. I'll let him suahprise you when you WILL uh HAVE visited with us in Octobah last yeah. Should I NOT have told you that? We have enough TIME, so please, sweet tits, take caah of my new tension you caused. Is theah a uh time ah constahint on us? I guess you don't yet know how much I love to fill yoah lovely mouth fahst and watch you swallow it all, THEN I want to cum on yoah face and finally fill your eagah, tasty pussy with the rest of my emissions. You WILL have remembahed, when I last, or ah next, see you." I gasped a little and fought back a sob, knowing what would happen in the next two hours. I cradled his big head, running my fingers lightly across his forehead and temple that would soon be missing. I knew I could save his life just by telling him . . . but, I just can't! Someone said, 'Causality of temporal physics is unpredictable', I know, I KNOW! I need to SCREAM! I tried to hide my pained knowledge as I ruffled the back of his head . . . where a bullet-sized void would soon be and I fought to suppress a sob, masked as a moan. "Yes, we do have a time constraint. You will be leaving this plane in about an hour. You can cream three times in an hour? I'll Google you when I get back and . . . oops! Your umm handsome staff is thicker than I expected," at about 7 inches fully hardened, I left out that it was smaller than rumored, "and I bet it satisfies." Not according to the diaries, but I still wanted to sit on his staff anyway! I hope I covered my gaff. "Yes it does and you will leahn or have known that. My pahsonal best is five in one howah, 24 ovah a weekend. Don't woahy, I've kept yoah secret about being a time and place jumpah. Oh, maybe THIS is wheahe you leahned so much about it? You mentioned this Goggle thing befoahe, but wouldn't explain it othah than to say you looked up my loveahs. Since you still won't tell me what it is, let's get it on now. Tick, tock! And I don't want to heaah about Bobby's cock again!" Little did he know that would not be a problem since these were his last hours AND I never met Bobby - not yet. Time and space jumping? Yes, that explains WHAT's happening, but not why. "Maybe you don't recall that, because of my back pahoblems, I prefah oral oah insisting you ride my JJ in Cowgahl style." He avoided my attempts at kissing and, with slacks and boxers still at his ankles for quick redressing, he lay flat on the rich carpet and licked my pussy and clit as I squatted on his handsome, Presidential face. His mischievous eyes stared joyfully into mine before moving me into 69. I licked and sucked the President's staff, fat helm and sac until I felt his presidential balls tighten, then quickly pulled my wet pussy off his skillful tongue so I could turn and let him watch me capture and swallow every bit of his first, savory, quick eruption. His cum was also richly sweet; I assumed his meds flavored it. His cock drooped for just seconds then rose to attention again even before I finished swallowing. He wanked his wiener as he watched me still licking my teeth clean of tiny presidential soldiers. I let him slap his sticky stiffness on my tongue and closely watched its blurry motion until I saw a thick, white cloud of patrician sperm burst from his one-eyed bishop and splash firmly on my brow, nose and cheeks. He grunted and fired a smaller cluster onto my lips. Once again, his cock flagged and immediately stiffened. I stood for phase three of his sex sprint, checked the clock then faced him and squatted onto his pole. He groaned when his helm pushed past my lips and grunted again, harder, when I fully impaled myself on him. I twisted slightly as I rose then dropped fully on him. On my third repetition, just as I started to feel some arousal, he sent another thick load splashing against my pulsing sex. Four ejaculations in nine minutes and he could probably go again? Yet I see why Jackie and so many others hinted that he was a disappointing, self-centered lover. His meds were greatly to blame. "Thanks, sweetie, that was great. I'll fill your ass next time. I, uh, haffta go and you . . . " I said I understood but suggested I clean away all evidence of our dalliance. I knew that in two hours or so the hospital would be scrutinizing him for anything unusual. DNA analysis didn't exist in 1963, but I didn't want my fluids archived until it did. I licked and sucked our juices off his presidential cock as I tried to memorize the unique flavors, yet began to cry. His plum sized balls began to twitch again so I tickled my nose, pinched my nipple and reluctantly triggered my escape back to the boat on the Seine. "....Chooo! Oh my what . . .? Ted, Oh Ted!" André and Rea looked concerned. Ted asked what was suddenly so wrong as he wiped tears from my cheeks. Oh lord, tears or presidential sperm? He kissed my cheeks without complaint and I tried to taste for Kennedy cum or feel if it were dripping out of my box. Did I bring JFK's baby makers back with me? Could I have his baby fifty+ years after his passing? I have to know! Maybe it was time to explain my travels to my consoling husband? ___________________________________ 1 [The original concept for meeting JFK was set in 1962, during a crisis. This story insisted on coming first. Combining them, as planned, would be too long and complex. Who am I to argue with my muse?] ================== /\_/\ ( ~ ~ )] * [ Please vote BIG and leave constructive comments. Thanks.... ========== 26 hr +1 2200 6/27/15 ====== 5213 Words ===== 6/5/15 seminal image: she's nude on AF1 in Dallas gck June 25, 2015, June 27, 2015 Timegasms 4 - En Route Timegasms 4 - en route ©2015 Literocat [This story includes: exhibitionism, sciFi, loving wives, first time, group, bi-sex, historical and maybe mind control... you pick.] [Note - The French phrases are indirectly translated or alluded to, so you don't need to understand or Google translate to follow the story. But if you feel the need, Google will translate literally for you.] "....Chooo! Oh my, what...? Ted, Oh Ted!" He asked what was so suddenly wrong as he wiped tears from my cheeks. Oh lord, tears or presidential sperm? He kissed my cheeks without complaint and I tried to taste for his cum or feel if it were dripping out of my box. Did I bring JFK's baby makers back with me? Could I have his baby fifty+ years after his passing? I have to know! Maybe it was time to explain my travels to my consoling husband? _________________________________________ I wiped my tears as the boat docked. We exchanged contact info with André and Rea, said au revoir and found a quiet bench overlooking the Seine. "Honey, before I can tell you why I was so suddenly in tears, I have something odd to tell you. I guess I have to start at the beginning which was yesterday in the Louvre. Please don't judge me until I'm done. Then you can tell me if you think I'm just nuts, or still sick, or by some unfathomable miracle this is REAL! Wait til I tell you what my tears might have been instead!" Being so well whipped, uh trained, he knew not to speak while I was unloading. I nervously took his hand as I described my surprised, naked arrival and slutiness in Canada, my three lovers there and how I transported back mid-sneeze. "When you smelled sex on my breath, were you serious?" Before I lost my nerve, I nervously gushed, "All three came in my mouth, but they also filled my pussy and spewed on my face. When you kissed me, did you feel or taste cum on me? I checked my pussy and it was damp, but no uh residue. TMI?" He looked stunned and incredulous; his mouth dropped open to his chest. I clutched his hand firmly to my chest, nudged him for an answer and hoped I didn't just end our happy marriage. "You fucked three. . .? Uh, no I didn't taste anything unusual, but the scent of cum on your breath was real. I questioned when I might have left that in you, but we had been together all night and day, so when COULD you have swallowed anyone else's cum?" His eyes darted left, right and up, they searched for a rational answer. I gave him a silent moment to assimilate my sordid cheating. "I'm so sorry, Ted. Suddenly naked in a church crowd was so traumatizing, I didn't even realize what I was doing until it was too late to get away." OK, maybe that wasn't the whole truth, but I can't just dump everything on my old school husband at once. Despite his exposing me on the Metro, the Eiffel Tower and the Champs Elysee, despite inviting sex on the train and now on the boat, Ted was still a little insecure and sensitive about 'cheating.' "There's more. You won't believe this . . . from the boat . . . I went back FIFTY-TWO freaking years, to Dallas on 11/22/63! I met JFK within two hours of his . . . " "Death? And, if you were really there, I suppose you couldn't help fucking him too? What's it like to fuck the leader of the free world? Does his sperm taste like mine? Is this something I need to worry about?" Yup, I think he's angry. "No, sweetie, I'll always come back to you. Kennedy passed twenty years before the AIDS outbreak and, heck, maybe ten years before it jumped to humans. Oh SHIT! IF, just if, I got something from my Canada foursome, I might have already passed it to YOU -gasp- AND to JFK. Another thing to feel guilty about!" "Tari! What do you mean 'ALWAYS COME BACK'? You plan to keep doing this shit? Am I just a cuckold now, waiting patiently while you whore yourself to anyone you please?" I thought it best to let him have his blow out before I added to his misery. "Honey, I want YOU to help me figure this out - the HOW and WHY. If I just wanted to cheat and cuckold you, I would have kept my mouth shut, err, uh I mean kept it a secret. You didn't even know I was gone! I want your help and I want to share this all with you. I'll eventually tell you every detail about everything that happens. Maybe we can figure how you can travel with me. I'd LOVE that! "Jack knew my name! He said I'd already visited him and Bobby TWICE before I first met him, so I HAVE to go back since I already have gone back. I'm really terrified about the 'butterfly effect' and 'grandfather paradox'! I can't tell him anything about his future or advise him on what we already know. If he changes what he did, MY gramps or yours could die and one or both of us will never have existed." Barely appeased, still confused and a bit doubtful, he asked "So, Tari, what was he like? There were rumors he was a relentless womanizer and . . . " "Let me stop you there. It was an honor, or should have been. Actually, I wasn't terribly impressed. And I may have already screwed up. I apparently told him I Googled his lovers when I was there earlier, but at least I didn't explain that. So far the only real evidence is my breath. I have some thoughts on how to test this for my next trip. When I said I arrived naked, I meant totally - no shoes or jewelry. It seems only my DNA traveled." "Like the Terminator? Could it be ANY DNA, even animals? I wonder if you put things into a leather sack, or . . . , no. Shoes didn't make it so other cured leather without DNA probably won't either. We can try experimenting and . . . " "Or, what if I put something under my skin - a micro dot with useful info? Or if I stuffed something in my pussy or ass . . . no, NOTHING came back with me in there so probably not or . . . I horribly mutilated three men in Canada." "In your ass? I guess I understand about checking your pussy, but how do you know your ass won't confine . . . Oh fuck! You mean you let someone fill your ass though you don't let me?" "This is all very new, Ted. Including THAT. Seconds before I came back to the Louvre, I had three stiff cocks in me at once, including my ass. That was my first time. I since found a quote about JFK, 'Sex was a mechanical process for Kennedy (who reportedly said that he couldn't be satisfied unless he'd had a woman at least "three different ways")' so one of those is in the ass. He hasn't done that to me, not yet, and now that my rear cherry is busted, I want to feel you explode in my ass BEFORE I go see Kennedy." Sigh! "Well, thanks, I think. Hmmm. How do you control where you go, how precise can you be? You know, in TERMINATOR he had a metal skel that was enclosed in flesh . . . though THAT was just a fiction piece and probably isn't the same for you." "Well, I've only jumped twice, three actually. That third jump got me thinking that I go where I visualize. When the Secret Service surprised me, I focused on the clock date/time and the AF1 office and I went there instead of here. That jump scared me much more since I felt like I might have broken and lost my lifeline back to you, here, and now. I was hugely relieved when I got back to the boat. My tears were for my fears as well as knowing JFK was about to die." "I'm going to need some time to absorb all this. Can we go back to normal for a while? It's still early, why don't we go to the Moulin Rouge and sleep on your new talent?" "Good idea, my love. But I want a new dress that isn't touristy. We passed one in a window on the way here. Do you remember the translucent pink one with the long slit?" I grinned at the thought of actually wearing it. "Let's go see it." Fortunately the tiny boutique was open late and the owner was also the tailor. The four-foot display window and front door made up the total front facade and the stylish dress was still there. We negotiated a fair price that included a custom fitting. Ted wondered in a whisper what happened to his nearly shy wife. The front area, a window display really, was shallow, followed by a dense wall of racks of clothing and rolls of material. Tailleur Alain said to stand next to the dress in the bright, white light while he looked me over. After a moment of studying me and the mannequin, he ordered, "Supprimer tous vos vêtements, sauf vos chaussures." Was he kidding? Did he just ORDER me to remove all my clothes but my shoes, in the street window!? "Oui, vite, SVP!" Odd choice of words too. Maybe it makes sense to a tailor to 'delete or eliminate' my clothes instead of just 'removing' them. I looked out at the busy street then at Ted. He had an odd sneer, but didn't object. Was he punishing me or just aroused? "Well, OK, here we go again." I pretended more chagrin than I felt and now looked forward to stripping for yet another stranger. I removed my crop top and gave my nude girls a subtle extra shake. No, I guess I wasn't shy any longer and considering I planned to wear that dress in public, I was far past shy. My nipples hardened as I unhooked my skirt, hesitated a moment then let it drop and stepped out of it as both men watched me intently. My bare ass was nearly touching the window. The bulge in Ted's slacks pointed directly at me; Alain stared at it and puckered noticeably. Alain put my hands at my sides then casually cupped and lifted my bare tits. I gulped. He knelt, pushed my feet apart and, taking ultra-tailleur liberties, closely examined my vulva before cupping it too. With a small grunt, he ran his hands up and around my thighs then began measuring from the floor to my damp gash, to the top of my hips, navel and nipples. He turned me so my well-lit front faced the street and the gathering voyeurs. All smiled, some pointed, some gripped their groins as others waved to me. I briefly closed my eyes, but was enjoying the salacious display too much to keep them closed or deny my climbing lust. This was all so delicious. Alain's hands were shaping my thighs and cheeks as he lifted and squeezed them before measuring up to and across my goose pimpled butt. Ted was subtly rubbing his dick and Alain stayed well aware. My street friends were enjoying the shapely naked woman under glass. Alain asked me to bend forward and lean on the glass, supposedly to see how my tits and ass shapes changed. While bent over, I slipped my hand under the dress and confirmed it was VERY sheer and would leave nothing to the imagination. I'm not sure I have the nerve, even now, to walk publically in a nude dress. Finally, Alain told us to go away for an hour, or we could go to his small kitchen in the rear and have un café. I picked up my clothes, but he pulled them away and stuffed them in a bag. He gave Ted's stiff slacks a lingering squeeze as he pointed to the kitchen. He watched us walk away, MY hand now on Ted's cock, and asked me not to relieve him until the new dress was ready. I wondered why, and yet I didn't. To get away from Ted's begging me to fuck as we waited, I took my café and moved, still completely naked, where I could see Alain working on my dress. I was a bit less visible to the street as I watched him rip the seams and remake them. Ted's hands roamed from my tits to my ass and the warm pole against my cheeks said he had liberated his cock. Alain was amazing. What normally took over an hour, he completed in twenty minutes and added a curved diagonal bunching from the left pit to the navel, but quickly removed it. He signaled me to go to him, so I passed Ted my coffee and paraded slowly, proudly to him. The way he watched me move was not like any gay man I've ever met. Yet, with his interest in watching Ted cram his stiff cock back into his slacks, I bet he was bi. After directing me onto the window platform, he slipped the dress on me and it snugly conformed to my shape as he zipped it. He tugged intimately at the strapless top, shifted my tits to fit into the invisible, wrinkle-free pouch he tailored for them. He twisted the waist around, tugged it then opened the hip-high slit that he had widened and now spanned just inside my thigh. The skirt barely passed mid thigh, but the open slit surely revealed my bald vulva as I moved. Ted was at my side and smiled at my sheer frock and bared pussy. "Non! Ça ne va pas. La robe doit être un peu plus court." He knelt and marked the hem nearly four inches shorter. Alain unzipped me and barked, "L'enlevez." As the sheer dress caught on my nipples, I muttered, "Shorter? Really? It's not enough that it's transparent, he wants to make it shorter." As I stepped out of the dress, once again in the well-lit street window, I noticed Alain's slacks were tented as much as Ted's. He hung the dress on the mannequin again and backed into Ted. I noticed him grab and hold Ted's tent as Ted leaned into him. After a long moment of pulsing it, he unzipped Ted and gently fished my husband's stiff cock into the light of the window. Ted moaned as he watched the stranger stroke his cock until it was fully rigid. Alain subtly unhooked and dropped Ted's slacks then returned to stroking his bared cock. In case I had any doubts about Ted's feelings and consent, he whipped off his shirt and stood as naked as I was. On a hunch, as Alain stroked him, Ted renegotiated the price of the dress. He offered that the material cost was near zero, so the €1900 charge was all for labor and he was willing to barter HIS own labor in exchange. Allowing Alain to jerk him to climax would cost €100 credit, allowing him to suck him off was another €100. Alain wasn't objecting so Ted went on - blowing Alain was €200, allowing ass fingering was €200 more. Alain questioned, "Et si je veux votre belle épouse pour participer?" So I was right! If he wanted me to participate, he was bi and desired both of us. If Ted sees me more, uh, active with another man, it may ease and quicken his acceptance of my travels and adventures. I quickly interjected that I was 'priced' the same. While pondering a counter offer, he twisted a nipple and lifted it to his mouth. His tongue was gentle and sucked tenderly, causing me to reconsider my pricing. I offered free access to my tits, but fingering either my ass or pussy was €200. "Et si je veux remplir votre vagin ou vos culs?" I stared at Ted for an answer, but he was focused on his throbbing cock. So it was my choice and I said no to his offer to fill my pussy or ass with anything but his fingers. I didn't miss that 'ass' was plural! "Que faire si j'utilise une gaine?" Had Ted heard his offer to fuck me or both of us using a sheath? Alain bit my nipple and held it until I finally replied "Oui! Ça marche pour nous, mais cela vous coûtera €500 - pour chaque trou! D'accord?" I wanted a quick answer since I was already breathing roughly, as was Ted. I quickly added that if he accepted my counter at €500 per hole, he had to strip immediately. I was sure we lost him when he simply continued sucking my nipple and pulling Ted's throbbing cock. Delaying a clear answer, he moved my hand to his tented slacks, slid his hand down my abs and paused on my wet, erect nubbin. He circled it a few times as a few more pedestrians gathered against the window. He accepted my offer by quickly pulling his shirt and open vest over his head then releasing and stepping out of his slacks. He was commando, and as his slacks fell I kept my hand on his firm cock and guided its escape into the bright light. His uncut cock was bigger than Ted's both ways and swelled to overfill my hand. To me, this meant he was likely to fuck at least one of us, for a fee. NOW I was beginning to feel like a whore, but wouldn't that also make Ted one? Two whores for the price of one dress!? As I began stroking the tempting pole, I told him I would pump him to climax at no charge. In response, he abruptly pushed a finger deep into me. Ted watched intently as Alain spread my lips and added a second finger in my pussy. He watched my labia being pushed inside then swelling and blossoming out as a stranger publically fingered his wife, in, out, repeat. I'm sure he was anticipating Alain's cock shortly doing the same to my fleshy flower. I moaned each time his thumb pressed my swollen clit. Alain dropped to his knees, still plunging, now twisting skillful fingers inside me while fully stroking Ted's rigid cock. He turned his face to Ted, parked the purple glans oozing clear Cowper's on his tongue and warmly wrapped it around the pulsing meat spear. Ted sighed in pleasure then gasped when Alain first sucked his fluids then closed his warm mouth around half of his welcoming prick. He found my G-spot about the same time I saw him swallow my husband's shaft down to his pubes. Ted grunted loudly as Alain gently stretched his sack; he quickly approached climax as did I. At least a dozen watched from the street as we saw Alain slip his index finger below Ted's balls and abruptly shove upwards. Last thing I saw before losing focus from fingers on my G and clit was Ted's cum face when Alain found his prostate. Ted repeatedly lurched and fiercely shot several spurts deep into Alain's belly as I muted my scream and shuddered in a strange mutual climax with my husband, with our instigator between us. My sight returned quickly so I saw the practiced stranger lapping dense, white cream off Ted's cock, his reward for a blow-job well done. He coerced the last few drops of cum onto his greedy tongue as I leaned against the window, gasping. As soon as he finished his cum snack, he turned back to me. As Ted steadied himself, he watched Alain pull my hips forward, open my labia with four fingers, not using the sullied index finger, and bury his face and tongue into my soaked pussy. He quickly lapped my overflowing juices, then began to slowly sip my cum. He moaned in pleasure and vibrated my sex as he drank all my wetness away. With his face against my drenched vulva, he slipped two fingers inside and addressed my two hot spots again, while I was still aroused. In seconds, I was thrusting my groin against his face and screamed, unmuted, in a prolonged, quaking climax. I leaned against the side glass to allow the sidewalk crowd an unobstructed view and Alain to gently, warmly clean my juices and yet catch my breath. Alain reached into a drawer and retrieved several condoms and some lube. "Je préfère faire l'amour sans un imperméable, mais je comprends que nous devons être prudents." I agreed that he had to use his 'raincoat' and suggested he provide one for Ted. THAT woke Ted up! "Why would I need a condom. You don't think I'm going to . . .?" I quickly punned that it was merely a prophylactic measure, but he should be open to new experiences, as I have been. Alain asked if he needed to change condoms when he moved from one ass to the other. We considered it and realized that wasn't necessary, then suddenly realized we both had given him permission to ass fuck both of us! As Alain continued dancing his agile tongue inside my pleasure palace, he managed to apply his sheath. He stared at Ted's throbbing cock and signaled him to put on his 'raincoat' which Ted resisted, briefly. Alain pulled Ted closer to us by his covered cock and pointed to my swollen pussy. He made Ted kneel close to me to ensure he had a perfect view of my swollen labia as he gingerly parted them with his gloved spear. He suspected that Ted, and I, would resist straight fucking. I was shocked to realize he was about to fuck me with his shaft instead of his finger and doubted his simultaneous denial; "Ceci est simplement de me lubrifier pour entrer son cul. Je ne suis pas vraiment putain de sa chatte. Vous comprenez , non?" 'LUBRICATE' my ass! I mean lube himself in my pussy FOR my ass! OH! He began thrusting deeply inside my slick pussy, too late for me to stop his forcing me to violate my promise to Ted. I could only imagine what Ted thought as he closely watched another man actually fuck his wife as he watched my lips roll inside then stretch outward with Alain's wonderful, withdrawing, thick cock. It felt too good to stop and lasted too long to validate his claim to be merely preparing to fill my ass. No, this was not simply lubricating his cock. This was an unstoppable, unapproved fucking! Timegasms 4 - En Route My breathing was ragged; my husband wasn't stopping Alain, but suddenly my pussy was empty, abandoned. Alain directed Ted to stand before me and rubbed Ted's shaft between my wet lips. He took the hint and angled his covered cock up and into my hungry hole. As soon as it breached my inner lips, I hopped onto his hips and impaled myself on my husband's sweet cock. It testified that he enjoyed watching another ravish me and energetically performed for me, Alain and the street voyeurs. Alain briefly held Ted's pumping cock as it penetrated me then moved behind me. I felt his hands trace and caress my vulnerable cheeks and his hardness drag along my thigh, but I was too engrossed in Ted's frenzied fucking to give any attention to Alain's spreading my cheeks. Alain wrangled a finger into my stuffed pussy which made Ted's cock feel suddenly thicker. I gasped and groaned at the thick pleasure, as did Ted. Just seconds later, Alain slid his wet finger against my tight rear hole and gently stroked and coerced it open. Pulling away from the invader just shoved me harder onto my Ted before I settled onto the dizzying finger already deep in my ass. As my ass loosened, I felt another finger stretch it. I clenched, then relaxed on the electrifying fingers and moaned my disappointment when they too abandoned me. The void was quickly filled by a sheathed, slippery shaft that paused and moved with my hole as I lurched away. We groaned together again and I clamped on Ted's rigid spear. I looked down at him and whispered "Are you sure you're OK with this? He's partially in my ass already." He smiled and nodded, so, with my husband's consent, I relaxed my tingling sphincter and slid onto Alain's intruding prick. Its invasion stole all my attention until it bottomed against my bottom and paused. I clenched both ends on two stiff, loving cocks and savored my husband's first threesome. The night sky seemed to be suddenly replaced by a star studded radiance as I sensed the electricity in both holes. They began pumping erratically, yet even THAT felt phenomenal. They settled into an alternating pattern of both plunging in at once, then a dozen strokes later alternating slamming my pussy or my ass. I couldn't take the time away from the exquisite pleasures to waste it by analyzing the feelings. With my husband involved, it was even better than my foursome in Canada! I don't know how long we continued this way, but my throat was sore from gasping when the most intense, debilitating climax of my life took me. I shook like jell-O in an earthquake and collapsed on Ted. Alain remained in my ass and enjoyed my spastic ass clenches. He reached around me and guided Ted behind him by his cock. "Il est à votre tour monsieur!" Ted's eyes popped. He couldn't tell if that meant it was his turn to fuck or be ass fucked. Both choices frightened Ted. The meaning became clear when Alain pushed my back down and stayed in my ass as he nudged Ted behind him. He wanted Ted to 'pitch'. "I think you should experience the pleasure of both ways. You've already felt fingers in your ass and you had that beautiful cock in my ass, so you already have a sense of what happens. Remember we said 'male or female, a mouth is a mouth, a hand is a hand' and now we can add 'an asshole is an asshole'! Right?" I extemporized. "But honey, this ass has a lot more hair on it than yours. I suppose the inside doesn't . . . and I AM wearing a glove . . . " His still rigid cock argued against his reluctance. As he debated with himself, Alain firmly pulled his cock and dangling bits behind him. After sliding Ted's cock up and down his crack, he positioned the virgin, slick helm against his hole and thrust back. He teased Ted by slowly, blatantly licking my juices off his fingers. The slippery glove and rigid helm must have popped inside quickly since I felt him push back and wiggle his ass onto my Ted. I felt the pauses and the final plunge and knew my husband was in a man's ass for his first time! "Oh, the heat! The strength of his clench, and the warmth . . . ughh!" Now that I knew my husband was enjoyed his first male ass, I bent farther forward and offered Alain full access to my ass. His cock had felt so good in me, I wished I could let him fuck my swollen pussy bareback. He kept one hand on my hip, the other, doubtless on Ted's hip and began an unusual double humping. Our Alain sandwich pleased all of us as we all climbed to a controlled concurrent orgasm. I looked out at the street crowd and wondered whose dick would please my mouth most. I noticed a young man rubbing a large tent in his slacks, but before that fantasy matured, I felt Alain lurching. Ted's loud thrusts threw us off balance and their combined vibrations brought me back to a clenched sphincter climax. My round muscle clenched Alain until I felt him fill his sheath with several strong spurts and react to Ted's gushing into his sheath in Alain's ass. We all climaxed within seconds and collapsed on the display window floor. While lying there gasping in ultimate pleasure, I heard applause thru the window. The people not clapping had their dicks out and pumped them lewdly for US to see. The young man I coveted moved closed to me as his pumped his huge cock. I stared at it as I let him watch me push my fingers into my soaked pussy. I slowly licked them clean. Before I could return for a double dip, I felt other fingers enter me and haphazardly gather my nectar - two each from Alain and Ted. They shared my cum with each other! As the men recuperated, I spread my legs widely and fantasized about swallowing and fucking the young man's knobby cock then fingered myself to another orgasm as we stared at each other. I shamelessly opened my labia for him and watched him spray the window with his thick spunk for me. Once I stopped trembling, I inched to the window and lewdly licked the glass behind his trickling cream. WHAT has become of me? Who AM I? Ted and Alain kissed my cheeks, stood me up and both kissed me deeply. Finally calmed down, Ted dressed, but before giving me my audacious, sheer dress, naked Alain insisted we work out the bill. I reminded him that putting his cock in my pussy and ass cost him €1000. Ted's ass cost him another €500 and the other sucking and jerking came to a grand total of €1800 so the custom dress only cost us €100! Did we just prostitute ourselves for a dress? Nah! We just negotiated a special discount. Right? We paid, got my bag of old clothes and directions to the Moulin Rouge then left Alain with his semi stiff dick in his hand at his open door. Alain offered a confident 'au revoir' and a smile. The dress was ridiculous! I caught my reflection in shop windows and saw it was nearly invisible! The custom flap exposed most of my inner thighs - even IF I stood still. As I walked, even I could see my bald pussy flash in and out of sight. So embarrassing - and thrilling! Ted dropped several steps behind me and watched every male I passed whip his head around and gawk at me. He seemed less shy about hiding the obvious pole in his pants, in fact he seemed to be projecting it forward enough to let it bounce proudly with each step. TED! We stopped at the hotel to drop off my bag and allow Ted to change into more formal clothes. We had time to walk arm-in-arm to the 11:00 p.m. show. The more men looked thru my sheer dress, the bigger Ted's tent grew. I was so tempted to pull his stiff cock out into the night air and gallantly wave it around. I think he may be getting into exhibitionism too! Only the threat of arrest restricted me to palming his cock over his slacks. Maybe I'll pull it out and wank it on the way back to the hotel tonight! The thought surprisingly excited me. The mid week line was short, yet we stood there long enough to receive several salacious compliments on my featherweight frock. It was so sheer they had no reason NOT to look thru it since I had nothing to hide. It was still fun to watch all male necks snap toward me each time a breeze blew my flap wide open. Since I didn't cover it, my nude pussy was openly exposed for all to see. Admission was very expensive to the tune of $250 each with dinner. Fortunately, I had read the reviews and they all agreed to skip the meal. So we sat at the remote, tiny tables with our demi each of champagne and knew not to order more so we only paid $130 each. The room was crowded and the dinner tables blocked part of the stage, yet we could see the main and two side acts. The main performers were perfectly choreographed in a series of silly, topless numbers. Their precision was amazing. We were disappointed that the Can-Can performed was the tamer version where the girls wore multi colored panties that hid their furry patches and snatches. I teased Ted that maybe I should go on stage and raise the ante. We giggled. I noticed my dress flap was laying open up to my bare pussy. When I saw someone at a near table staring at my pussy instead of the stage, I turned directly at him and spread my legs. "Is my dress short enough for you?" Instead of turning away, he kept staring at my open snatch and boldly answered, "Any shorter and I could see your IUD." Ted and I laughed at his wit and I opened and fingered my moist palace just for him. As his wife closely watched me and him, he pulled out his cock and subtly pumped it under the tiny table. Leaving my legs open and circling my clit, I signaled Ted to unzip his fly then pulled out his cock and stroked it as the strangers watched. It swelled and oozed clear fluid as the other wife licked her lips. My thoughts drifted to JFK and his . . . Oh no! Suddenly, I felt a tickle and . . . and . . . ah hh Choo . . . Thankfully, I resisted squeezing my nipple. Ted stared wide-eyed at me. "No, I didn't go anywhere that time. But my next sneeze, I want you hugging me tightly and I'm testing this too." Ignoring the strangers, I stuffed my compact smart phone as deep into my fleshy purse as possible. I felt it slide past my cervix. Just seconds later, I felt the urge again, pulled Ted to his feet and ordered him to quickly and tightly hug me. I cupped my mound to contain my phone, squ . . . squ . . . squeezed a nipple hard and . . . ah hh CHOooo . . . =============== Please vote BIG and leave constructive comments. Thanks.... » * « === 31 hr 2100 8/1/15 === +8 hr research 7/2/15 === 5693 Words === 6/5/15 seminal image: she meets suspicious tailor/sheer pink dress (street to Moulin Rouge) gck August 1, 2015 Timegasms 2, French Expo! Timegasms 2, French Expo! ©2015 Literocat [This incident occurs during Ted and Tari's trip from the Louvre to their hotel. Someone said 'a story grows in the telling (or writing).' This one was supposed to be a simple 2-step to the hotel, but Tari's horny hormone made so much more of that! It INSISTED it be a separate tale since it didn't advance Tari's special voyages. However, on further consideration, and subtle nudging from Lois, my muse, I'm returning it to its main stream. Thanks Lois - I think.] Timegasms 2, French Expo! He pulled out his cock and filmed our brief encounter with two couples in the hall. Both smiled and admired my steamy form - front and back. I stripped him in our open doorway and before the door closed, his swollen, rigid cock was finally inside me. He carried me by my ass and cunt until we stumbled into and fell onto the bed. We fucked like mad and both came quickly from our multiple exposés and heightened lusty arousal. Just minutes later, we made love - more slowly, but still fiercely with bone and groin pounding fever. He came inside me again and for our first time, aggressively sprayed my face and tits. I lay there, well fucked and content to have my husband's manly cream on my face for the first time. He took some stills before we lovingly showered the sticky mess away. Feeling refreshed and still risque, we stepped out onto our tiny balcony, naked. We could only imagine how many others saw us. Shockingly, my Ted was also becoming an exhibitionist! We left the glass door open and lay on the bed, just holding hands and basking in the afternoon delights. As the sun set, Ted emailed himself the raw footage then connected the cell cam to the TV and we watched it uncut. I wasn't sure if I were going to tell Ted about Canada or how to broach all that happened there, but after our extreme adventure on the métro, half that story would be safe. No need to bring it up yet! We watched the stills first and moaned excitedly, but when we watched the video of me stripping and three strangers filling my mouth with their meat and cream and Ted sucking cock . . . it was too much for popcorn. Somehow Ted remembered to pause the video so we could maul each other with our breathless, rutting passion . . . over and over and over . . . ================== /\_/\ ( ~ ~ ) > * ========== 15 hr 0400 6/19/15 =========== 4108 Words =============== 6/5/15 seminal image: they are on bench seats, facing others; she's horny from exposure in Canada gck 1400 June 19, 2015 Timegasms His curly pubes tickled my nose as I relished his stiffening weiner. Though I loved our flavors on him, I felt the tickling urge to sneeze. Unfortunately, he was pressing my face firmly against his bush and I was terrified I'd harm his skillful sausage or even bite it off. Reacting quickly, I pinched my nipple hard as I . . . I "Ahhh . . . ...choo!" sneezed and was abruptly back in the Louvre! "Oh my . . . What the . . .?" I looked down to see I was as fully dressed as I was hours ago, with all my jewelry, and standing next to Ted in the dim light of the Louvre. Was my face still covered in jizz? Was my pussy, ass and belly still full of their cum? I wasn't sure and didn't know if hubby noticed my absence. "Bless you!" he said. "I hope you aren't getting a chill in Paris." Little did he know! I was still facing the church painting and noticed it was different. Arm in arm with my innocent, ignorant husband, I finally noticed the difference. The nude figure in the church painting was gone. Did I do that? I thought it best not to mention that. Did this mean I might have brought back an STD, DNA or even become pregnant? What must my three young lovers think happened to me? My heart raced, AGAIN, as I silently, somberly wondered what I did, why and how all that will change my life. ================== /\_/\ ( ~ ~ ) > * ======= 20 hrs 0100 6/12/15 ==== 4110 words ==== 2/11/14 seminal image: m|f in center of room; orgasm & blinks 3 times w/in 100 ms -'nothing' happens; third blink held; during 3rd blink, time travels, experiences long time visit then?back in same room w msec elapsed 3/21/15 trigger now = sneeze/nipple pinch; church/waxing gck June 11, 2015