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Chapter Two
Saturday morning dawned bright and clear, it was one of those early spring mornings when everything seemed right with the world, the sky was a lovely azure blue with not a cloud in sight.
The k**s had gone to their friends for a sleepover and Mark and Emma were lying in bed talking and formulating their revenge on Marcus.
“So you reckon the best way to get to him is through Caroline then”. Mark queried.
“Oh definitely, she wears the trousers in their house and I already have a way of getting to her”.
“Ah you mean her secret lesbian past; you never did tell me the full story of what happened with her in Paris, now seems like a good time don’t you think”.
Emma laughed and leant over and squeezed Mark’s flaccid cock.
“That’s ‘cos I was saving it for the right time. You’re right; I’ll tell you all about it”.
Paris, three weeks earlier
Emma came to at a little after 11am; she lifted herself up on one arm and checked the clock. “I wonder if I can still get some breakfast”.
She looked across the bed to see she was on her own, but did note a large still wet stain where she’d made him cum a couple of hours earlier. She got up and went to the bathroom, sitting on the WC she let loose a long and very satisfying stream of pee; her jet causing the water to froth a pale straw colour. She ripped a few squares of toilet tissue from the roll and wiped herself dry. As the soft tissue rubbed across her clitoris she was transported almost instantly back to earlier that morning to her last orgasm. As she recalled it she felt the familiar early feeling of arousal at the thought of her gushing her ejaculate all over the hardwood floor of the dining room at the George V hotel.
“Steady on girl, you’re turning in to a sex addict”, fucking three guys all night and then coming home to Mark, telling him about some of the horny goings on as she jacked his cock to a mind numbing orgasm, then falling asleep his softening cock in her hand.
She walked across and turned on the shower. She let the water run warm and then stepped in, letting the hot water play all over her shoulders and running down her lithe body. “I’ll do my hair later”, she thought to herself.
Grabbing a large soft white bath towel from the heated rail she dried herself off as she walked back into the bedroom of their suite. As she approached the dressing table she saw a piece of hotel stationery propped against the mirror. She picked it up and unfolded it.
Morning babe you looked so peaceful, I didn’t want to disturb you.
Gone for a run down to the Eiffel tower, I’ll stop for a Hot Chocolat on the way back.
I’ll be back in a couple of hours, only doing a quick 10 miles.
Cya around 1:30 ish,
luv ya
Mark
XXXX
“Ah,” thought Emma. “Definitely going to have some breakfast then, I’m famished”.
Five minutes later Emma walked into the restaurant to find the staff starting to clear the breakfast things from the tables. Adopting her best coquettish expression she approached the Maitre D.
“Oh please excuse me, unfortunately my morning call didn’t wake me, I had such a late business meeting. Am I too late for breakfast Monsieur”?
The Maitre D, turned, ready to give his best dismissive one liner until his eyes lit upon Emma.
She was wearing a tight knee-length pencil skirt in grey with a subtle charcoal stripe it clung to her long slim stocking clad legs; perfectly accentuating her wide sensuous hips. Above the broad patent leather of her belt at her waist; she wore a sheer white silk blouse its ruffles down the front failing miserably to conceal her dark nipples that showed clearly through her equally sheer gossamer thin white bra.
His eyes locked unerringly onto the twin peaks of her breasts appreciatively.
“Madame, mais certainement, for you we will keep the petit dejeuner service running for as long as you need it. Unfortunately we do not have the Petit Dejeuner Anglaise, only perhaps croissants and coffee if that is satisfactory”.
“That will be absolutely perfect; perhaps some pain du chocalat and some hot coffee Monsieur”?
“Of course Madame, perhaps you would like to sit in the conservatoire, another English lady is just finishing her breakfast there”.
“That would be wonderful Monsieur, please lead the way”.
As she followed the tall imposing figure of the Maitre D into the conservatory Emma was taken aback as she realised that the ‘English Lady’ already there was none other than Caroline, Marcus’s frumpy wife.
She was sat on her own at a table by the window, seeing Emma she looked momentarily confused, then stood and in typical Caroline fashion opened her arms wide and took Emma into her not inconsiderable hug, air kissing either side of her face, “Mwaaah, Mwaaah and as we’re in Gay Paree, another Mwaaah for luck”, She said theatrically. “My darling Emma, I didn’t know you were here, what a coincidence, I’m here on a b**stly business trip with Marcus, sooooo booooring, he’s meeting me later for lunch. But then Marcus is so important to this deal he just couldn’t refuse the invitation He was working all through the night last night, poor pet is crashed out now, absolutely exhausted. What brings you here”?
“Ah Caroline what a coincidence indeed, Mark decided to give me a treat, a lovely romantic weekend away, no k**s, just him and me, three nights of lust and debauchery”.
Emma knew that any kind of sexual innuendo would freak her boss’s frumpy wife out and she saw immediately that she had scored a telling point. At the best of times she and Caroline had what could best be described as a frosty relationship. No wonder Marcus looked elsewhere for sexual stimulation and release, he certainly wouldn’t find any with Caroline.
Caroline’s face was a picture; she had that old familiar look of shock, tinged with disgust at the thought of any kind of sexual activity. She stepped back and took her seat once more.
“Do come and join me at my table, I’ve finished my breakfast but I could join you in a cup of their delicious coffee”.
“Why thank you Caroline that would be lovely”. Emma replied.
Emma sat at the seat opposite crossing her long legs, as she did so a small amount of her black lacy stocking tops were revealed to Caroline’s gaze as she looked at Emma. Caroline blushed to the roots of her highlighted dirty blonde hair. She fiddled with her spoon, giving her half empty cup of coffee a stir.
“Errr, Emma, do you think that’s quite appropriate”? Caroline gestured to Emma’s exposed stocking tops.
“OH please lighten up Caroline, this is Paris after all, I’m sure they’ve all seen much more than a bit of leg in here”.
“You do have beautiful long legs I must admit, so long”.
Emma laughed, lightening the mood. “You should flash a bit of leg Caroline; it’s quite exhilarating seeing how men stare, their tongues hanging out, talk about Pavlov’s dogs. They are just so easily amused”.
Emma continued, “Is that another new outfit, I don’t think I’ve seen you wear it before”?
“Oh this old thing, I picked it up at Dior in London a few weeks ago, I’m not really that happy with it, I think it’s a bit too revealing for me”.
Emma studied Caroline’s outfit.
She was wearing a black jersey suit trimmed in artificial grey wolf fur. On anyone else it could have looked quite sexy; but on Caroline with her stooped posture it just seemed to hang off her showing neither style nor pizzazz.
“Maybe you should undo the top button, it would show off your lovely cleavage beautifully, you’ve got lovely big tits, I wish mine were a bit bigger”.
Caroline nearly choked on her coffee. “Oh no that’s just not me, I couldn’t possibly show more, I’d feel like a slut, if men were looking at me. Who knows what they’d think of me”.
“Caroline, sometimes it’s good to let the inner slut out to play, you’d be surprised, it’s quite exhilarating, anyway what’s the worst thing they could think”?
“They’d think I’m a slut, that’s what”.
“So what, you don’t know them, they don’t know you, who cares what they think”.
“But I know that Marcus wouldn’t approve, he doesn’t like anything at all tawdry or cheap”.
Emma barely concealed a chuckle at the thought of her last vision of Marcus, furiously pumping his engorged cock to orgasm, ropes of his cum on her face and in her hair, his face contorted in ecstacy.
Emma decided to play with her prey a little.
“Tawdry, cheap, I hope you’re not referring to me”?
“Oh no, I’m sorry Emma I didn’t mean to imply.........” She stuttered to a halt, her face red with embarrassment.
“That’s ok Caroline, I’m just teasing you”. She continued.
“Don’t you think it would be so sexy knowing that all of the men in the room are salivating at the thought of what you’re not showing them, their tiny, feeble, sex pre-occupied minds just wanting to rip your clothes off and fuck your brains out”.
Emma paused, wondering for a moment if she’d gone too far. She strongly believed that everyone had an infinite capacity for sexual titillation; she just wasn’t sure whether she’d over-stepped the mark with Caroline.
“Err, I’m really not too sure, quite what you mean. Do men really think like that? Goodness, I’ve never ever thought about it quite like that”.
“Not only men. Have you never seen a beautiful, confident sexy woman and thought? Wow, I bet she looks so horny naked”?
Once again Caroline coloured scarlet from her, cleavage to her fringe.
“Goodness me, I’ve never thought about it quite like that, women too. Oh my goodness. But I’m not a lesbian, how could you say such a thing? I’m quite normal in that way. Perfectly normal, I’m not a dyke”.
As she finished her sentence the Maitre D arrived with her breakfast.
“Madame your pain du chocolat and fresh coffee, is there anything else I could help you with”?
“No that will be all thank you Monsieur”.
With a final glance at Emma’s breasts the Maitre D walked away.
“Did you see that sicko looking at your breasts”? Asked Caroline, her face a mask of disgust.
“Why is he a sicko”, asked Emma. “He was just looking at my tits. In fact he copped a quick look down your cleavage too if I’m not mistaken”.
Caroline pulled her lapels together, concealing her ample cleavage from view.
“When he looked down your cleavage didn’t you feel just a little stirring in the pit of your stomach, just a little twinge of something”? Asked Emma.
“Well it certainly made me feel a little uncomfortable him oggling me like that, he should know better, I’m a married woman”.
Emma decided it was time to get down to brass tacks.
“All he saw was a woman with nice tits, of course he’s going to look, it’s programmed into his DNA, he can’t even help it. He just wanted to bury his face between your tits and ram his cock deep inside your pussy”.
Caroline’s blush deepened. Once more she started to fiddle with her teaspoon as she clasped her legs tightly together.
“So Caroline, tell me, did you not feel a little tingling in your pussy, knowing that he wanted you”?
Again Caroline’s face was suffused with blood as she stuttered out a hesitant reply.
“Actually yes, it was a little exciting being stared at like that, him looking at my breasts”.
“So does that mean you are feeling a little horny right now then”?
“Err, I suppose I am a little”.
“And you’d really like to have something pushed up inside you right now”?
Caroline visibly seemed to be fighting with demons, her face was flushed and she seemed to be squirming on her chair.
“Oh fuck what are you doing to me, stop it right now........please”.
“Oh ok, I’m just teasing, but interestingly do you know that most women unlike men have the capacity and also the desire to make love to another woman”?
“Oh my goodness, I thought that only happened at girls schools. When I was thirteen I must confess, me and a friend did have a bit of a crush on each other. But of course it came to nothing, her family moved overseas, her father was in the army”. Caroline looked visibly sad at the memory.
“Crush? So what did you do with one another, just a snog or did you go all the way”?
Caroline once more flushed scarlet and seemed a little lost in her thoughts.
“Actually, if you must intrude on my private memories, she was the first person I ever had an orgasm with. It was quite beautiful. But that is all behind me now”.
“Wow, I had no idea. You naughty girl. Was she the only girl you ever made love to”?
“Changing the subject Emma, I don’t suppose you have a spare pair of tights you could lend me; I laddered mine when I put them on this morning”. She raised the hem of her skirt to reveal a long ladder running down the inside of her leg from the edge of her panties to the knee.
“No I’m sorry, I don’t often wear tights, I think it’s all a bit sweaty and unhygienic to have my crutch constricted so much. In fact I seldom wear panties for the same reason, I think it’s good to have air circulating down there. I do have some rather nice hold-ups you can have though”. To demonstrate her point Emma raised the hem of her skirt and let Caroline see her cleanly shaven pussy.
“Oh dear, you’ve shaved all your hair off, I can see your lips and everything”.
“You won’t be the only one in a minute; I’m going to flash it at the Maitre D when he brings the check over, you watch”.
She beckoned to the Maitre d and made a sign as if signing. He nodded and went to the cash desk.
“Emma you mustn’t what will he think”?
“It’s just some harmless fun, he’ll enjoy it and it gives me a real charge to know he’s seen my pussy on display”. Emma swivelled sideways in her chair and opened her legs slightly so her knees were about 6” apart.
The Maitre D placed the wallet containing the check on the table. Emma opened it and fumbled with the pen dropping it on the floor between her feet.
“Permittez moi, Madame”. He knelt in front of her and bent down to pick up the errant pen. She opened her legs a little wider and watched as the man glanced up her skirt as discreetly as he was able. She saw his eyes widen and watched his pupils dilate as he caught sight of her gaping pussy lips covered in a sheen of moisture, pouting at him.
He stood and handed her the pen. “If there is any other service I could render Madame”?
Emma smiled demurely and replied. “No I don’t think so Monsieur, Merci beaucoup”.
He bowed graciously and returned to the cash desk.
“Emma, you were outrageous, how could you do that. He’s the Maitre D”?
“That’s exactly why I did it you ninny, I bet we get exemplary service from him from now on and anyway he deserved a treat for letting me in after breakfast was finished. Now come on let’s go and get you those hold-ups”.
Emma stood beside the bed in her suite and placed her left leg on the bedside table, she raised the hem of her skirt so that Caroline as she sat on the bed, could see her black lacy stocking tops and right up to her smooth thighs and still gaping and moist pussy lips.
“I hope these will be ok for you, your legs are similar to mine I think, I hope you haven’t used any moisturiser on your legs or they’ll slide down”.
Caroline stood as if transfixed staring openly at Emma’s open pussy lips, she reached out tentatively with her hand and slid her finger tips along the open wet gash. She then raised them to her own lips and sucked each wet finger in turn.
“Oh my god, what am I doing, Emma I am so sorry, please forgive me, I don’t know what came over me”.
Emma took a pace towards her, taking her hands she pulled her upright and started to kiss her deeply.
“You’re forgiven but only if you do that again. And get those tights off for fuck sake, I want to see what you taste like”.
Emma pushed her back on the bed and pushed the hem of her skirt up round her waist. Caroline lifted her bottom off the bed and tried to help her new found friend to remove first one pair of panties then her tights to reveal a black thong; the front triangle studded with glistening little sequins beneath. The only negative was the extensive bush either side of the V of her thong.
“Nice undies babe, but what are you doing with so much on down here? And you have just got to tidy up the undergrowth down here, I hate getting hairs in my mouth. Never mind we can soon fix that, come with me”.
The two ladies walked to the en-suite bathroom and Emma turned on the shower. “OK Caroline in you go”. Caroline quickly removed the remainder of her clothes and stepped into the shower. She then started to soap herself up. Meanwhile Emma picked up Marcus’s leather wash bag rummaged inside for a few seconds then withdrew his razor and shaving gel. She handed them to Caroline who squirted shaving gel on her hand and rubbed it into her not inconsiderable bush.
“Oh my goodness” she suddenly said. “This is Marks razor, what will he say when he knows I’ve been shaving my intimate parts”?
“I shouldn’t worry about it, sweetheart, if you don’t tell him, he’ll never know”.
Caroline giggled and nodding in agreement continued with her task. She was about to step out of the shower, her task complete when Emma who had been sat on a chair watching her intently said, “Would you mind just soaping up your gorgeous boobs and playing with them for me, I do love to see a girl do that”.
Caroline, more than a little aroused, both at the intimate way she had been touching herself as she shaved and at Emma’s obvious interest and coincidental arousal eagerly agreed to the request. She squirted shower gel onto her hands and then started to squeeze and massage her breasts sensuously. Emma watched intently her legs spread wide and her hand rubbing her wet slit.
“Does that feel as good as it looks Caroline, watching you do that is making me want to cum”?
“But I can wait, let’s see how you look now that you’re nice and bare down there”.
Caroline quickly dried herself off and followed Emma back into the bedroom. She started to put her underwear back on. She shimmied into her thong and arranged it tastefully over her now bare mons. She stood in front of the full length mirror and admired the new look.
Emma went to the chest of drawers by the wardrobe and picked out a pair of black hold-ups that matched the ones she was wearing went back to the bed, knelt down in front of Caroline and started to roll them up over her long legs. Her job complete she surveyed her work.
“Wow, you look so much sexier in these. You should wear them more often”.
Caroline looked down at her lower half, “You’re right, they do look so much better, it makes me feel quite sexy, and I do believe I am getting quite moist”. She blushed and slid her fingers under the waist-band of her panties to confirm her arousal.
Emma fell to her knees and spread Caroline’s legs wide apart, pulling the crutch of her panties to one side she gave her a long lingering lick from the bottom of her split right up to her clitoris. As her tongue hit Caroline’s clit, she shrieked and ground it hard against Emma’s mouth.
“Oh my god yes Emma, keep doing that, I’ve not had anyone do that to me in twenty years, I’d forgotten just how good it feels”. She shuddered at the sheer pleasure she was experiencing.
“Just a minute let me move to a new position sweetie”.
Emma crawled up the bed and first removed Caroline’s suit jacket revealing a cute black vest top with tiny spaghetti straps and pink butterflies embroidered down the right side and more little matching sequins across the expanse of her tits. And what an expanse it was, she was not prepared for the size of Caroline’s tits; they were enormous and so perfect. She pulled the top down to expose her tits. Big globes of glorious womanhood with cute; proportionally small, hard pink nipples with dusky pale brown areolas about the size of a 50 pence piece.
“Fucking hell Caroline, I had no idea your tits were so big and so perfect, they are absolutely gorgeous”.
“Do you think so? I always try to hide them, they are just too big, I can’t wear skimpy tops because they are so large and my nipples are always erect, it’s just so embarrassing”.
“You have got to be k**ding, I love my tits, but I’d die for a pair like these.
Come over to the couch I want to have full unhindered access to these beauties.
The pair made their way to the regency striped couch near the window. “Lie down there”. Emma instructed. Caroline lay on the couch, her head resting on a large red cushion.
“That’s it you look perfect and so sexy. Do you feel sexy”?
“Oh yes, I’ve not been this turned on in years, Marcus doesn’t seem very interested in me since we had the k**s”.
“So do whatever makes you feel good. I want to sit here on the arm and watch you touch yourself, I do so love to watch a lady masturbate. It makes me so wet and horny. Would it be ok if I took some pictures, for my use only of course, I’ll copy them to you naturally”.
Once again Caroline shuddered with lust, “Fuck yes, film me fucking myself, I want a picture of me cumming to remember this, I can’t remember if I’ve ever been this turned on before. I’ve never had sexual pictures taken of me before either, it is making me so horny the thought of you seeing me so exposed”.
Caroline stretched out on the couch, pulled her top down on the right expose her right breast and started to massage herself, her face a study in sexual contentment. She slipped the left hand strap off her shoulder and started to squeeze her nipples, gently at first, then with increased vigour. She shuddered as a bolt of electricity hit her clit from the pain in her nipple, then leant forward taking her nipple in her mouth, she licked it tentatively at first then sucked hard her cheeks concave as she sucked. She then transferred her attentions to the other nipple squeezing both nipples alternately and tonguing their dark pink tips.
Emma started to take pictures using her iphone; she managed to capture the look of abandonment perfectly as Caroline massaged her large breasts.
Emma was herself ensuring that she wasn’t missing out sexually, her legs were spread wide apart and her white ruffled blouse was open to her waist. She had pulled the transparent cups of her bra down and her tits were hanging lewdly out of the front of her blouse. In between taking pictures she too was tweaking and squeezing her nipples, mirroring Caroline’s actions.
Caroline’s breath was coming in ragged bursts, her level of arousal obvious, she slid both of her hands down her stomach and opened herself up to Emma’s sight, her pussy was glistening with her juices as she used her two forefingers to slide either side of her cunt.
Emma kept snapping pictures, managing to frame her movements around and in her pussy perfectly.
“Want to take it to the next level Hunni”. Asked Emma.
“What do you mean the next level”? Asked Caroline through gritted teeth, obviously approaching her orgasm.
Emma reached behind her to the chest of drawers once more and drew out an enormous pink plastic vibrator. She held out her hand and pulled Caroline to her feet, come back over to the bed, you’ll be more comfortable there and you’ll be able to spread those lovely legs and really work it into your cunt and of course your arsehole if you prefer”.
“Oh no I really couldn’t it’s so big it would split me open”.
“Silly I was just saying, you go for it enjoy my little pink friend”.
Once more Caroline sat on the edge of the bed; she placed the vibe between her tits and started to simulate giving it a blow job. She then dropped it down between her legs and started to nuzzle her right nipple licking the tip with her tongue and then swirling it around the edge of her areola.
“Fuck Caroline, that looks so hot, I never would have believed you were so sexual, you never seem to give that impression”. Emma clicked the shutter a couple of times catching the tongue action.
“Hidden depths, repressed for so long, Marcus wouldn’t approve”, she replied breathlessly as she picked up the vibe once more and leaning against the headboard slid it deep inside herself. Fuckkkkk that feels so good she cried as she turned up the intensity of the vibrations to full power. She shifted around on the bed, trying to find the best position in which to fuck herself she finally squatted and positioned the base of the vibrator against the bed she moved up and down on it as if she was squatting on a real cock.
Emma crawled across the bed to her, her own pussy streaming with her arousal juices. She pushed her onto her back and started to really work the vibrator in and out of her varying the intensity of the vibrations. She leant across her hips and started to rhythmically slide the plastic cock deep inside her seeking out her magic G spot. As she did so she lowered her face towards the beautifully clean shaven quim and inhaled the heady aroma of her sex. The smell was like an aphrodisiac to Emma. She licked tentatively at Caroline’s clit holding her lips apart with her free hand. She was rewarded almost immediately with another shriek of pleasure from her lover. She kept up the relentless intensity of stimulation of both G spot and clit and after a minute or so of this she felt Caroline clench her bottom cheeks together as if she were trying to stop herself from peeing.
“Stop Emma, stop, I’m going to pee. Please stop.”
Emma was determined to make this an orgasm that would not soon be forgotten.
“Just let it go babe you’re not going to pee, just let it happen”. Emma turned the vibrator to its max position and continued to alternately lick suck and blow on her hugely engorged clitoris.
Ten seconds later Caroline started to cum, her hips bucked hard against Emma’s mouth and a veritable torrent of cum squirted from her widely distended lips, Caroline screamed like she was being tortured rather than having the most incredible orgasm of her life.
“Fuck, fuck,fuck yeeeeeeeesssss, lick my cunt you fucking slut, lick me, suck my clit, fuck my cunt yessss. Oh my god I’m peeing on your face”.
Emma greedily swallowed as much of her cum as she was able; the viscous liquid had a unique sweet, but musky flavour that was just nectar to Emma. She looked up from between Caroline’s widely spread and still twitching legs.
“Relax sweetie, it’s not pee, you’ve just squirted. Was that the first time then hun”?
“Wow, was that what it was, I’ve heard about squirting but I thought it was something dreamt up by the porn industry, but I’ve never, ever, had it happen to me before. It was incredible, such an incredible feeling. Thank you so much it was just wonderful. But what about you? You didn’t get to cum, what can I do for you”.
“Don’t worry about me hun; Mark will be back from his run shortly, I’m sure he’ll help sort me out. Why don’t you run along and wake Marcus, you don’t want to miss your lunch date with all those important businessmen”.
“Oh my god, I’d completely lost track of time, can we maybe meet up later during the weekend, I’d love to see you again soon”.
“I’m not too sure what Mark has got planned for the rest of the next couple of days, we are supposed to be having a romantic weekend together. Why don’t you give me a call when we all get back home? It would be lovely to meet up again for some more girly fun”.
Back in Richmond
“So that was how I seduced Caroline Marcus’s wife and here are the pictures to prove it”.
Emma handed Mark her phone and he flipped quickly through the pictures.
“Fucking hell Em, this is a goldmine, we need to exploit this. It could be our way of getting back at the filthy bastard”.
“That’s just what I was thinking babe; she’s the answer to our prayers, one way or the other. At the very least you’ve definitely got to fuck her and we’ll get that on film too, she got so turned on when I started taking her picture she’s bound to go for it if we both fuck her”.
“Hmmm”, replied Mark. “I wouldn’t mind an oily tit wank from her fab tits and cumming all over her Plain-Jane face”.
Saturday morning dawned bright and clear, it was one of those early spring mornings when everything seemed right with the world, the sky was a lovely azure blue with not a cloud in sight.
The k**s had gone to their friends for a sleepover and Mark and Emma were lying in bed talking and formulating their revenge on Marcus.
“So you reckon the best way to get to him is through Caroline then”. Mark queried.
“Oh definitely, she wears the trousers in their house and I already have a way of getting to her”.
“Ah you mean her secret lesbian past; you never did tell me the full story of what happened with her in Paris, now seems like a good time don’t you think”.
Emma laughed and leant over and squeezed Mark’s flaccid cock.
“That’s ‘cos I was saving it for the right time. You’re right; I’ll tell you all about it”.
Paris, three weeks earlier
Emma came to at a little after 11am; she lifted herself up on one arm and checked the clock. “I wonder if I can still get some breakfast”.
She looked across the bed to see she was on her own, but did note a large still wet stain where she’d made him cum a couple of hours earlier. She got up and went to the bathroom, sitting on the WC she let loose a long and very satisfying stream of pee; her jet causing the water to froth a pale straw colour. She ripped a few squares of toilet tissue from the roll and wiped herself dry. As the soft tissue rubbed across her clitoris she was transported almost instantly back to earlier that morning to her last orgasm. As she recalled it she felt the familiar early feeling of arousal at the thought of her gushing her ejaculate all over the hardwood floor of the dining room at the George V hotel.
“Steady on girl, you’re turning in to a sex addict”, fucking three guys all night and then coming home to Mark, telling him about some of the horny goings on as she jacked his cock to a mind numbing orgasm, then falling asleep his softening cock in her hand.
She walked across and turned on the shower. She let the water run warm and then stepped in, letting the hot water play all over her shoulders and running down her lithe body. “I’ll do my hair later”, she thought to herself.
Grabbing a large soft white bath towel from the heated rail she dried herself off as she walked back into the bedroom of their suite. As she approached the dressing table she saw a piece of hotel stationery propped against the mirror. She picked it up and unfolded it.
Morning babe you looked so peaceful, I didn’t want to disturb you.
Gone for a run down to the Eiffel tower, I’ll stop for a Hot Chocolat on the way back.
I’ll be back in a couple of hours, only doing a quick 10 miles.
Cya around 1:30 ish,
luv ya
Mark
XXXX
“Ah,” thought Emma. “Definitely going to have some breakfast then, I’m famished”.
Five minutes later Emma walked into the restaurant to find the staff starting to clear the breakfast things from the tables. Adopting her best coquettish expression she approached the Maitre D.
“Oh please excuse me, unfortunately my morning call didn’t wake me, I had such a late business meeting. Am I too late for breakfast Monsieur”?
The Maitre D, turned, ready to give his best dismissive one liner until his eyes lit upon Emma.
She was wearing a tight knee-length pencil skirt in grey with a subtle charcoal stripe it clung to her long slim stocking clad legs; perfectly accentuating her wide sensuous hips. Above the broad patent leather of her belt at her waist; she wore a sheer white silk blouse its ruffles down the front failing miserably to conceal her dark nipples that showed clearly through her equally sheer gossamer thin white bra.
His eyes locked unerringly onto the twin peaks of her breasts appreciatively.
“Madame, mais certainement, for you we will keep the petit dejeuner service running for as long as you need it. Unfortunately we do not have the Petit Dejeuner Anglaise, only perhaps croissants and coffee if that is satisfactory”.
“That will be absolutely perfect; perhaps some pain du chocalat and some hot coffee Monsieur”?
“Of course Madame, perhaps you would like to sit in the conservatoire, another English lady is just finishing her breakfast there”.
“That would be wonderful Monsieur, please lead the way”.
As she followed the tall imposing figure of the Maitre D into the conservatory Emma was taken aback as she realised that the ‘English Lady’ already there was none other than Caroline, Marcus’s frumpy wife.
She was sat on her own at a table by the window, seeing Emma she looked momentarily confused, then stood and in typical Caroline fashion opened her arms wide and took Emma into her not inconsiderable hug, air kissing either side of her face, “Mwaaah, Mwaaah and as we’re in Gay Paree, another Mwaaah for luck”, She said theatrically. “My darling Emma, I didn’t know you were here, what a coincidence, I’m here on a b**stly business trip with Marcus, sooooo booooring, he’s meeting me later for lunch. But then Marcus is so important to this deal he just couldn’t refuse the invitation He was working all through the night last night, poor pet is crashed out now, absolutely exhausted. What brings you here”?
“Ah Caroline what a coincidence indeed, Mark decided to give me a treat, a lovely romantic weekend away, no k**s, just him and me, three nights of lust and debauchery”.
Emma knew that any kind of sexual innuendo would freak her boss’s frumpy wife out and she saw immediately that she had scored a telling point. At the best of times she and Caroline had what could best be described as a frosty relationship. No wonder Marcus looked elsewhere for sexual stimulation and release, he certainly wouldn’t find any with Caroline.
Caroline’s face was a picture; she had that old familiar look of shock, tinged with disgust at the thought of any kind of sexual activity. She stepped back and took her seat once more.
“Do come and join me at my table, I’ve finished my breakfast but I could join you in a cup of their delicious coffee”.
“Why thank you Caroline that would be lovely”. Emma replied.
Emma sat at the seat opposite crossing her long legs, as she did so a small amount of her black lacy stocking tops were revealed to Caroline’s gaze as she looked at Emma. Caroline blushed to the roots of her highlighted dirty blonde hair. She fiddled with her spoon, giving her half empty cup of coffee a stir.
“Errr, Emma, do you think that’s quite appropriate”? Caroline gestured to Emma’s exposed stocking tops.
“OH please lighten up Caroline, this is Paris after all, I’m sure they’ve all seen much more than a bit of leg in here”.
“You do have beautiful long legs I must admit, so long”.
Emma laughed, lightening the mood. “You should flash a bit of leg Caroline; it’s quite exhilarating seeing how men stare, their tongues hanging out, talk about Pavlov’s dogs. They are just so easily amused”.
Emma continued, “Is that another new outfit, I don’t think I’ve seen you wear it before”?
“Oh this old thing, I picked it up at Dior in London a few weeks ago, I’m not really that happy with it, I think it’s a bit too revealing for me”.
Emma studied Caroline’s outfit.
She was wearing a black jersey suit trimmed in artificial grey wolf fur. On anyone else it could have looked quite sexy; but on Caroline with her stooped posture it just seemed to hang off her showing neither style nor pizzazz.
“Maybe you should undo the top button, it would show off your lovely cleavage beautifully, you’ve got lovely big tits, I wish mine were a bit bigger”.
Caroline nearly choked on her coffee. “Oh no that’s just not me, I couldn’t possibly show more, I’d feel like a slut, if men were looking at me. Who knows what they’d think of me”.
“Caroline, sometimes it’s good to let the inner slut out to play, you’d be surprised, it’s quite exhilarating, anyway what’s the worst thing they could think”?
“They’d think I’m a slut, that’s what”.
“So what, you don’t know them, they don’t know you, who cares what they think”.
“But I know that Marcus wouldn’t approve, he doesn’t like anything at all tawdry or cheap”.
Emma barely concealed a chuckle at the thought of her last vision of Marcus, furiously pumping his engorged cock to orgasm, ropes of his cum on her face and in her hair, his face contorted in ecstacy.
Emma decided to play with her prey a little.
“Tawdry, cheap, I hope you’re not referring to me”?
“Oh no, I’m sorry Emma I didn’t mean to imply.........” She stuttered to a halt, her face red with embarrassment.
“That’s ok Caroline, I’m just teasing you”. She continued.
“Don’t you think it would be so sexy knowing that all of the men in the room are salivating at the thought of what you’re not showing them, their tiny, feeble, sex pre-occupied minds just wanting to rip your clothes off and fuck your brains out”.
Emma paused, wondering for a moment if she’d gone too far. She strongly believed that everyone had an infinite capacity for sexual titillation; she just wasn’t sure whether she’d over-stepped the mark with Caroline.
“Err, I’m really not too sure, quite what you mean. Do men really think like that? Goodness, I’ve never ever thought about it quite like that”.
“Not only men. Have you never seen a beautiful, confident sexy woman and thought? Wow, I bet she looks so horny naked”?
Once again Caroline coloured scarlet from her, cleavage to her fringe.
“Goodness me, I’ve never thought about it quite like that, women too. Oh my goodness. But I’m not a lesbian, how could you say such a thing? I’m quite normal in that way. Perfectly normal, I’m not a dyke”.
As she finished her sentence the Maitre D arrived with her breakfast.
“Madame your pain du chocolat and fresh coffee, is there anything else I could help you with”?
“No that will be all thank you Monsieur”.
With a final glance at Emma’s breasts the Maitre D walked away.
“Did you see that sicko looking at your breasts”? Asked Caroline, her face a mask of disgust.
“Why is he a sicko”, asked Emma. “He was just looking at my tits. In fact he copped a quick look down your cleavage too if I’m not mistaken”.
Caroline pulled her lapels together, concealing her ample cleavage from view.
“When he looked down your cleavage didn’t you feel just a little stirring in the pit of your stomach, just a little twinge of something”? Asked Emma.
“Well it certainly made me feel a little uncomfortable him oggling me like that, he should know better, I’m a married woman”.
Emma decided it was time to get down to brass tacks.
“All he saw was a woman with nice tits, of course he’s going to look, it’s programmed into his DNA, he can’t even help it. He just wanted to bury his face between your tits and ram his cock deep inside your pussy”.
Caroline’s blush deepened. Once more she started to fiddle with her teaspoon as she clasped her legs tightly together.
“So Caroline, tell me, did you not feel a little tingling in your pussy, knowing that he wanted you”?
Again Caroline’s face was suffused with blood as she stuttered out a hesitant reply.
“Actually yes, it was a little exciting being stared at like that, him looking at my breasts”.
“So does that mean you are feeling a little horny right now then”?
“Err, I suppose I am a little”.
“And you’d really like to have something pushed up inside you right now”?
Caroline visibly seemed to be fighting with demons, her face was flushed and she seemed to be squirming on her chair.
“Oh fuck what are you doing to me, stop it right now........please”.
“Oh ok, I’m just teasing, but interestingly do you know that most women unlike men have the capacity and also the desire to make love to another woman”?
“Oh my goodness, I thought that only happened at girls schools. When I was thirteen I must confess, me and a friend did have a bit of a crush on each other. But of course it came to nothing, her family moved overseas, her father was in the army”. Caroline looked visibly sad at the memory.
“Crush? So what did you do with one another, just a snog or did you go all the way”?
Caroline once more flushed scarlet and seemed a little lost in her thoughts.
“Actually, if you must intrude on my private memories, she was the first person I ever had an orgasm with. It was quite beautiful. But that is all behind me now”.
“Wow, I had no idea. You naughty girl. Was she the only girl you ever made love to”?
“Changing the subject Emma, I don’t suppose you have a spare pair of tights you could lend me; I laddered mine when I put them on this morning”. She raised the hem of her skirt to reveal a long ladder running down the inside of her leg from the edge of her panties to the knee.
“No I’m sorry, I don’t often wear tights, I think it’s all a bit sweaty and unhygienic to have my crutch constricted so much. In fact I seldom wear panties for the same reason, I think it’s good to have air circulating down there. I do have some rather nice hold-ups you can have though”. To demonstrate her point Emma raised the hem of her skirt and let Caroline see her cleanly shaven pussy.
“Oh dear, you’ve shaved all your hair off, I can see your lips and everything”.
“You won’t be the only one in a minute; I’m going to flash it at the Maitre D when he brings the check over, you watch”.
She beckoned to the Maitre d and made a sign as if signing. He nodded and went to the cash desk.
“Emma you mustn’t what will he think”?
“It’s just some harmless fun, he’ll enjoy it and it gives me a real charge to know he’s seen my pussy on display”. Emma swivelled sideways in her chair and opened her legs slightly so her knees were about 6” apart.
The Maitre D placed the wallet containing the check on the table. Emma opened it and fumbled with the pen dropping it on the floor between her feet.
“Permittez moi, Madame”. He knelt in front of her and bent down to pick up the errant pen. She opened her legs a little wider and watched as the man glanced up her skirt as discreetly as he was able. She saw his eyes widen and watched his pupils dilate as he caught sight of her gaping pussy lips covered in a sheen of moisture, pouting at him.
He stood and handed her the pen. “If there is any other service I could render Madame”?
Emma smiled demurely and replied. “No I don’t think so Monsieur, Merci beaucoup”.
He bowed graciously and returned to the cash desk.
“Emma, you were outrageous, how could you do that. He’s the Maitre D”?
“That’s exactly why I did it you ninny, I bet we get exemplary service from him from now on and anyway he deserved a treat for letting me in after breakfast was finished. Now come on let’s go and get you those hold-ups”.
Emma stood beside the bed in her suite and placed her left leg on the bedside table, she raised the hem of her skirt so that Caroline as she sat on the bed, could see her black lacy stocking tops and right up to her smooth thighs and still gaping and moist pussy lips.
“I hope these will be ok for you, your legs are similar to mine I think, I hope you haven’t used any moisturiser on your legs or they’ll slide down”.
Caroline stood as if transfixed staring openly at Emma’s open pussy lips, she reached out tentatively with her hand and slid her finger tips along the open wet gash. She then raised them to her own lips and sucked each wet finger in turn.
“Oh my god, what am I doing, Emma I am so sorry, please forgive me, I don’t know what came over me”.
Emma took a pace towards her, taking her hands she pulled her upright and started to kiss her deeply.
“You’re forgiven but only if you do that again. And get those tights off for fuck sake, I want to see what you taste like”.
Emma pushed her back on the bed and pushed the hem of her skirt up round her waist. Caroline lifted her bottom off the bed and tried to help her new found friend to remove first one pair of panties then her tights to reveal a black thong; the front triangle studded with glistening little sequins beneath. The only negative was the extensive bush either side of the V of her thong.
“Nice undies babe, but what are you doing with so much on down here? And you have just got to tidy up the undergrowth down here, I hate getting hairs in my mouth. Never mind we can soon fix that, come with me”.
The two ladies walked to the en-suite bathroom and Emma turned on the shower. “OK Caroline in you go”. Caroline quickly removed the remainder of her clothes and stepped into the shower. She then started to soap herself up. Meanwhile Emma picked up Marcus’s leather wash bag rummaged inside for a few seconds then withdrew his razor and shaving gel. She handed them to Caroline who squirted shaving gel on her hand and rubbed it into her not inconsiderable bush.
“Oh my goodness” she suddenly said. “This is Marks razor, what will he say when he knows I’ve been shaving my intimate parts”?
“I shouldn’t worry about it, sweetheart, if you don’t tell him, he’ll never know”.
Caroline giggled and nodding in agreement continued with her task. She was about to step out of the shower, her task complete when Emma who had been sat on a chair watching her intently said, “Would you mind just soaping up your gorgeous boobs and playing with them for me, I do love to see a girl do that”.
Caroline, more than a little aroused, both at the intimate way she had been touching herself as she shaved and at Emma’s obvious interest and coincidental arousal eagerly agreed to the request. She squirted shower gel onto her hands and then started to squeeze and massage her breasts sensuously. Emma watched intently her legs spread wide and her hand rubbing her wet slit.
“Does that feel as good as it looks Caroline, watching you do that is making me want to cum”?
“But I can wait, let’s see how you look now that you’re nice and bare down there”.
Caroline quickly dried herself off and followed Emma back into the bedroom. She started to put her underwear back on. She shimmied into her thong and arranged it tastefully over her now bare mons. She stood in front of the full length mirror and admired the new look.
Emma went to the chest of drawers by the wardrobe and picked out a pair of black hold-ups that matched the ones she was wearing went back to the bed, knelt down in front of Caroline and started to roll them up over her long legs. Her job complete she surveyed her work.
“Wow, you look so much sexier in these. You should wear them more often”.
Caroline looked down at her lower half, “You’re right, they do look so much better, it makes me feel quite sexy, and I do believe I am getting quite moist”. She blushed and slid her fingers under the waist-band of her panties to confirm her arousal.
Emma fell to her knees and spread Caroline’s legs wide apart, pulling the crutch of her panties to one side she gave her a long lingering lick from the bottom of her split right up to her clitoris. As her tongue hit Caroline’s clit, she shrieked and ground it hard against Emma’s mouth.
“Oh my god yes Emma, keep doing that, I’ve not had anyone do that to me in twenty years, I’d forgotten just how good it feels”. She shuddered at the sheer pleasure she was experiencing.
“Just a minute let me move to a new position sweetie”.
Emma crawled up the bed and first removed Caroline’s suit jacket revealing a cute black vest top with tiny spaghetti straps and pink butterflies embroidered down the right side and more little matching sequins across the expanse of her tits. And what an expanse it was, she was not prepared for the size of Caroline’s tits; they were enormous and so perfect. She pulled the top down to expose her tits. Big globes of glorious womanhood with cute; proportionally small, hard pink nipples with dusky pale brown areolas about the size of a 50 pence piece.
“Fucking hell Caroline, I had no idea your tits were so big and so perfect, they are absolutely gorgeous”.
“Do you think so? I always try to hide them, they are just too big, I can’t wear skimpy tops because they are so large and my nipples are always erect, it’s just so embarrassing”.
“You have got to be k**ding, I love my tits, but I’d die for a pair like these.
Come over to the couch I want to have full unhindered access to these beauties.
The pair made their way to the regency striped couch near the window. “Lie down there”. Emma instructed. Caroline lay on the couch, her head resting on a large red cushion.
“That’s it you look perfect and so sexy. Do you feel sexy”?
“Oh yes, I’ve not been this turned on in years, Marcus doesn’t seem very interested in me since we had the k**s”.
“So do whatever makes you feel good. I want to sit here on the arm and watch you touch yourself, I do so love to watch a lady masturbate. It makes me so wet and horny. Would it be ok if I took some pictures, for my use only of course, I’ll copy them to you naturally”.
Once again Caroline shuddered with lust, “Fuck yes, film me fucking myself, I want a picture of me cumming to remember this, I can’t remember if I’ve ever been this turned on before. I’ve never had sexual pictures taken of me before either, it is making me so horny the thought of you seeing me so exposed”.
Caroline stretched out on the couch, pulled her top down on the right expose her right breast and started to massage herself, her face a study in sexual contentment. She slipped the left hand strap off her shoulder and started to squeeze her nipples, gently at first, then with increased vigour. She shuddered as a bolt of electricity hit her clit from the pain in her nipple, then leant forward taking her nipple in her mouth, she licked it tentatively at first then sucked hard her cheeks concave as she sucked. She then transferred her attentions to the other nipple squeezing both nipples alternately and tonguing their dark pink tips.
Emma started to take pictures using her iphone; she managed to capture the look of abandonment perfectly as Caroline massaged her large breasts.
Emma was herself ensuring that she wasn’t missing out sexually, her legs were spread wide apart and her white ruffled blouse was open to her waist. She had pulled the transparent cups of her bra down and her tits were hanging lewdly out of the front of her blouse. In between taking pictures she too was tweaking and squeezing her nipples, mirroring Caroline’s actions.
Caroline’s breath was coming in ragged bursts, her level of arousal obvious, she slid both of her hands down her stomach and opened herself up to Emma’s sight, her pussy was glistening with her juices as she used her two forefingers to slide either side of her cunt.
Emma kept snapping pictures, managing to frame her movements around and in her pussy perfectly.
“Want to take it to the next level Hunni”. Asked Emma.
“What do you mean the next level”? Asked Caroline through gritted teeth, obviously approaching her orgasm.
Emma reached behind her to the chest of drawers once more and drew out an enormous pink plastic vibrator. She held out her hand and pulled Caroline to her feet, come back over to the bed, you’ll be more comfortable there and you’ll be able to spread those lovely legs and really work it into your cunt and of course your arsehole if you prefer”.
“Oh no I really couldn’t it’s so big it would split me open”.
“Silly I was just saying, you go for it enjoy my little pink friend”.
Once more Caroline sat on the edge of the bed; she placed the vibe between her tits and started to simulate giving it a blow job. She then dropped it down between her legs and started to nuzzle her right nipple licking the tip with her tongue and then swirling it around the edge of her areola.
“Fuck Caroline, that looks so hot, I never would have believed you were so sexual, you never seem to give that impression”. Emma clicked the shutter a couple of times catching the tongue action.
“Hidden depths, repressed for so long, Marcus wouldn’t approve”, she replied breathlessly as she picked up the vibe once more and leaning against the headboard slid it deep inside herself. Fuckkkkk that feels so good she cried as she turned up the intensity of the vibrations to full power. She shifted around on the bed, trying to find the best position in which to fuck herself she finally squatted and positioned the base of the vibrator against the bed she moved up and down on it as if she was squatting on a real cock.
Emma crawled across the bed to her, her own pussy streaming with her arousal juices. She pushed her onto her back and started to really work the vibrator in and out of her varying the intensity of the vibrations. She leant across her hips and started to rhythmically slide the plastic cock deep inside her seeking out her magic G spot. As she did so she lowered her face towards the beautifully clean shaven quim and inhaled the heady aroma of her sex. The smell was like an aphrodisiac to Emma. She licked tentatively at Caroline’s clit holding her lips apart with her free hand. She was rewarded almost immediately with another shriek of pleasure from her lover. She kept up the relentless intensity of stimulation of both G spot and clit and after a minute or so of this she felt Caroline clench her bottom cheeks together as if she were trying to stop herself from peeing.
“Stop Emma, stop, I’m going to pee. Please stop.”
Emma was determined to make this an orgasm that would not soon be forgotten.
“Just let it go babe you’re not going to pee, just let it happen”. Emma turned the vibrator to its max position and continued to alternately lick suck and blow on her hugely engorged clitoris.
Ten seconds later Caroline started to cum, her hips bucked hard against Emma’s mouth and a veritable torrent of cum squirted from her widely distended lips, Caroline screamed like she was being tortured rather than having the most incredible orgasm of her life.
“Fuck, fuck,fuck yeeeeeeeesssss, lick my cunt you fucking slut, lick me, suck my clit, fuck my cunt yessss. Oh my god I’m peeing on your face”.
Emma greedily swallowed as much of her cum as she was able; the viscous liquid had a unique sweet, but musky flavour that was just nectar to Emma. She looked up from between Caroline’s widely spread and still twitching legs.
“Relax sweetie, it’s not pee, you’ve just squirted. Was that the first time then hun”?
“Wow, was that what it was, I’ve heard about squirting but I thought it was something dreamt up by the porn industry, but I’ve never, ever, had it happen to me before. It was incredible, such an incredible feeling. Thank you so much it was just wonderful. But what about you? You didn’t get to cum, what can I do for you”.
“Don’t worry about me hun; Mark will be back from his run shortly, I’m sure he’ll help sort me out. Why don’t you run along and wake Marcus, you don’t want to miss your lunch date with all those important businessmen”.
“Oh my god, I’d completely lost track of time, can we maybe meet up later during the weekend, I’d love to see you again soon”.
“I’m not too sure what Mark has got planned for the rest of the next couple of days, we are supposed to be having a romantic weekend together. Why don’t you give me a call when we all get back home? It would be lovely to meet up again for some more girly fun”.
Back in Richmond
“So that was how I seduced Caroline Marcus’s wife and here are the pictures to prove it”.
Emma handed Mark her phone and he flipped quickly through the pictures.
“Fucking hell Em, this is a goldmine, we need to exploit this. It could be our way of getting back at the filthy bastard”.
“That’s just what I was thinking babe; she’s the answer to our prayers, one way or the other. At the very least you’ve definitely got to fuck her and we’ll get that on film too, she got so turned on when I started taking her picture she’s bound to go for it if we both fuck her”.
“Hmmm”, replied Mark. “I wouldn’t mind an oily tit wank from her fab tits and cumming all over her Plain-Jane face”.
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