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The ride back to Hôtel Barrière seemed to take an eternity, even though it was only a few miles away.  I felt lost in my husband Jacque’s touch and as we pulled up to the front of the hotel my dress was still open, and I was reveling in his knowing fingers on my swollen clit. 

As the doorman opened the car door to greet us, he was met with the view of Jacque kissing me and my breasts in clear view.  “Madame”, he said as he offered his hand to assist me out of the car.

Still mindful of my promise to Jacque that I would not adjust my dress, I took a deep breath and allowed the doorman to help as I moved my way out of the door.  Thankfully, the action of standing up readjusted my dress and covered my bare nipples, at least momentarily, as I stood up out of the car.   Jacque joined me and I could see the sly smile on his face knowing that the doorman was yet another this day who got to see me.

I took Jacque’s arm as we slowly walked through the doors into the lobby with a satisfied smile on my face.  I am sure we looked like a rather satisfied couple; smiling across the lobby.  I was feeling on fire and highly confident in my sexually aroused state!   Every cell of my body was aroused after almost a full day of non-requited stimulation.  I could feel the wetness between my legs and the flush in my cheeks as we walked towards the elevators.  The experiences over the last twenty-four hours had left me in a state of extreme desire and want.

One other couple entered the available elevator with us.  They moved to the back of the elevator and we took a position to the left side of the carriage.  I maintained my arm around Jacque’s but moved my right arm behind my back to allow a view of the exposed side of my body. 

I looked over to see the man clearly taking a good look at me.  I looked him in the eyes and smiled, knowing he was deeply jealous of Jacque.  I kept eye contact with him as the elevator rose, satisfied and loving the fact that he was able to get just a little glimpse of what he would never get with his wife.

The couple got off the elevator on the third floor, leaving us alone on our way up to the suite level.  Jacque pushed me over to the opposite side of the carriage and looked at me lustfully.  “I can’t tell you how beautiful you are,” he said.  “Seeing you; Seeing you being seen, is such an incredible turn on for me.”

I reached out my hand to him and intertwined my fingers with his and squeezed hard and replied, “I love that you love to see me. You pushed me tonight and you need to know that while I loved every minute of it, I don’t know how much more I can take before you satisfy me.  My body is about to explode!” 

I loved the freedom that our relationship afforded.  I loved that I could push my limits of exhibitionism with him in a safe and mutually enjoyable experience.

When we entered the Paris Suite it was obvious that Jacque had made sure the atmosphere was sensual and just right.  The lights were dimmed and there was an unmistaken aroma of candlelight.  As we walked through the doors into the hall we were greeted by Michel, the concierge.  “Bonsoir Monsieur et Madame.  J'espère que tout est comme prévu?”

“Thank you, Michel,” replied Jacque.  “Is the bar and refreshments in place?”

“Oui monsieur.  Just as you requested.”

Michel was no longer dressed in his hotel concierge uniform.  Instead, he was now dressed the same as the spa attendant and my masseuse earlier this morning in form-fitting slacks and a tight white short-sleeved shirt.  He looked incredibly different and very fit.  I immediately was drawn to the strong definition of his arms, his chest and the taper of his body down to his waist.  I had no idea earlier in the day that he was built like this.

“Madame, may I provide you with a glass of Champagne?” he asked.

I placed my hand on his shoulder.  My fingers were immediately drawn to the feel of his defined deltoid muscles.  ‘That feels amazing,’ I thought to myself, wondering what his bare arms looked like.

“Thank you, Michel.  I need to freshen up first, but I think I have had enough champagne for the day.  I would love a gin and tonic though when I am ready,” I said.   ‘Why is Michel here?’ I thought to myself.  Jacque could have easily arranged for beverage service. But then I smiled and realized that this was part of his plan all along and I decided to play along.

I excused myself to the master suite and looked at my reflection in the full-length mirror.  My large mane of red hair seemed out of control, so I pulled it up into a tight bun then turned my attention to the state of my dress and my body.  I was immediately reminded that I was barely covered in this dress but also that every inch of my body was on fire.

I wondered whether in the privacy of our suite, and the fact that Michel had already seen me naked, whether I should loosen the tie of the dress at the back of my neck, even more, to allow for more exposure, but thought I was already being revealing enough so I left it alone. But I did replace my comfortable walking shoes with a pair of sexy high heels that I could not wear out on the Paris streets.

I made my way back to the living area of the suite to find Jacque getting a glass of single malt scotch from Michel at his bar set-up in the living room area.  The drapes were still open, the lights were dim and soft music was now playing.  I noted that the building next door seemed closer than it appeared in the daylight and I was sure that anyone who wanted to, could see us.

“Madame Jean.  Here is your gin and tonic,” said Michel upon seeing me.

“Thank you, Michel,” I replied with a smile still wondering why he was here.

I walked to the large window looking onto the adjacent hotel and wondered if Jim was there.  The lighting in the room and near the window was almost like stage lights and I was sure he would have a clear view of me in this dress.  As I was lost in my thoughts of Jim, Jacque appeared behind me and put both arms around my waist and hugged me.  “You are an incredibly beautiful woman!” he said.

“I am an incredibly turned on woman, thanks to you,” I replied.

“I guess we will have to do something about that, won’t we,” he whispered in my ear as he bit and kissed my lobes.  “Let’s sit down and finish our drinks.”

We sat down on the couches in the living area across from each other.  As I sat down, I leaned back into the soft pillows and put my free arm up on the back of the couch and took a sip of my G&T in a teasing manner.  The effect of this pose was that the right side of my body, including most of my breast, was bared for Jacque to see.  The skirt of the dress was doing the job of exposing both of my legs to the waist.

“God, you are such a sensual and sexy woman,” said Jacque.  I smiled at him knowingly but just as I was going to tease him more there was a knock at the door.   “That must be Marcelo.  Michel, would you let him in please?”

I had forgotten that Jacque had invited Marcelo for a nightcap and was left to wonder what to do as Michel went to the door.  I decided to maintain my reposed position.  After all, Marcelo had seen much more of me this morning in the sauna.

Michel and Marcelo entered the sitting area and Jacque immediately rose to greet Marcelo with a man hug.  I didn’t.  I stayed on the couch so that Marcelo could see the view Jacque had just been enjoying.  “Bella”, exclaimed Marcelo as he gazed upon me on the couch.  “Belissima!”  I smiled at him and took a long sip of my G&T with satisfaction.

Jacque and Marcelo moved over to Michel’s bar station to top off Jacques scotch and get the first one for Marcelo.  When they returned to the couches Marcelo again took in the view afforded previously to my husband.  “Hand me your drink, Bella and come over here so I can see this amazing dress you have on.”

I smiled, handed him my now nearly empty glass, stood up and slowly sauntered over to join them by the side of the couches.  Michel also joined us as I began my fashion show in front of three very handsome men.  “Do you like what you see, gentlemen?” I asked as I slowly pirouetted, using my hands to flip the skirt slightly to allow for the full view of my legs.   

“If I dare speak for my friends here,” said Marcelo.  “You are an amazingly beautiful creature and that dress not only flatters you but also allows us mere mortals to see your feminine beauty.  But the lighting here is far too dim to get a real appraisal.  Move over here by the window where the lighting is far better.”  His tone of voice seemed less like a request and more like a demand.     

‘Well, if Jim is watching through the window, I will now have an audience of four beautiful men,’ I thought to myself as I obeyed the request and made my way to the stage-lit window.  I stopped with my back to the window facing my three men making sure my right leg was pushed out to move the skirt away from my body and revealing the full length of my naked right side from head to stiletto-heeled foot.  I slowly moved both of my hands from my sides, up my body and then over my head for them to see.   

“Turn around now so we can gaze upon the back of the dress,” ordered Marcelo.  I turned around to face the window while lowered my arms to my sides.  I stopped once I was looking directly out of the window, knowing that with my hair now up in a bun the three of them would be seeing from the nape of my neck down my full bare back to almost the crack of my ass.  As I was wondering what they were thinking I felt a hand on my left wrist, and I startled a bit. 

“Look forward and do not move,” said Marcelo sternly.

A sudden surge of heat entered my face and my heartbeat increased rapidly.  I turned and faced the window as requested as my right wrist was grabbed and both my arms were firmly brought behind my back.  I felt my hands being brought together palms outward and my wrists being tightly bound with a soft fabric half-way up my arms.  ‘Who was tying me?’ I wondered.

My pulse began to race as I was now immobilized and with my arms behind my back, the sides of my body were now completely exposed to the three of them.  Then I felt the room go completely dark as a soft blindfold was put over my eyes and tied behind my head.  The sexual arousal and tension of the day combined with the removal of my sense of sight took my breath away.  I could feel my entire body, and especially my engorged labia, throbbing with desire.

My mind was racing.  The room was quiet, save for the soft music playing on the speaker system.  It seemed like an eternity as I wondered what would happen next.  Then I felt a soft tickle on my left cheek and then another one on my right.  ‘Were those feathers?’ I wondered as I labored to keep my breath. 

I could feel both feathers trace the contours of my entire face and hair then moved down to my neck.  I shivered as they tickled the back of my neck.  Goosebumps were sent throughout my body as the gentle tease of the feathers excited all of my neurons.  The feathery tease moved down and then back up both of my arms to the tops of my shoulders.  Waves of shivers trailing behind both of them.  Then they slowly moved down my bared sides.

They both stopped as they reached my breasts and lingered before moving down to my hips and then slowly, very slowly back up to the sides of my breasts.  Then they stopped and my whole body shivered.  The next sensation out of the blue was ice on my lips.  The ice had the unmistaken taste and smell of single malt scotch and the aroma, in my sightless state, seemed heightened and erotic.  I wondered whose glass it came from.  The ice began to trace my face and then moved down to my neck, but this time skipped my arms and moved to my sides.  There were two of them now as I could feel the chill on both sides of my body.

The ice tease was almost unbearable as they moved down and stopped on the sides of my breasts.  The ice on my right continued down my side to my hip and then further down onto my bared leg.  The one on my left moved underneath the fabric of my dress to the front of my breast.  Spasms of ecstasy were sent through me as the cold reached my areola and slowly circled my hard nipple.  The ice on the right soon followed suit and I was left to stand, bound and blindfolded as the two ice cubes circled my engorged nipples under my dress.

Then, they were quickly taken away. In what seemed like an eternity I was left to wonder what sensation would be next.  My state of arousal about to explode.  While I was trying to determine which man was behind each of the ice cubes tracing and teasing my body I thought of Jacque and if he was enjoying this experience as much as I was.  'Was he participating or just watching?'  One thing I was confident in was that he was rock hard.

My mind was racing, and my hyper-aroused body was aching for a touch.  I stood still with my blindfolded head tilted slightly back in anticipation of the next move.  The loss of sight had a powerful effect on my other senses and even the music seemed erotic and wonderful.  Or was it just my body aching and wanting sensation?  Suddenly, the unmistaken scent of lavender reached my nose.  The aroma had a powerful effect in my state, and it transported my mind to running naked through the fields in the Luberon lavender fields of Provence.  I was in ecstasy!

I felt a warm touch on my face and the wonderfully strong lavender scent.  It was a warmed and infused oil that was slowly and lovingly being caressed on my face and neck by more than one hand.  With my hair up in a bun, my neck was exposed and the feeling of the warm oil there sent the shivers of arousal shooting throughout my body again. 

Then I felt the tie of my dress being un-done and I knew that I was not going to be in this dress for much longer and I would not only be totally exposed to my three beautiful men, but also illuminated in the window for anyone watching from the building next door.  ‘Jim?  I hope you are watching,’ I thought.  But the idea that anyone looking out would have a front-row seat to this erotic play added to the wonder of my sensations.

The fabric on the left side of my dress was released and since the dress was backless it was free to fall to the cinched waistband in spite of my bound arms behind my back.  I felt the air on my breast and then I felt the warm oil on my shoulder.  This was repeated on my right side.  I was now topless in front of the window with my shoulders being gently and slowing rubbed with the lavender oil. I had never felt the combination of confidence in my being, sensual arousal, desire and want before in my life!

The oiled caresses moved down my shoulders and arms on both sides simultaneously as if I was getting a vertical massage by two masseuses.  My massage earlier this morning was very nice.  This one was pure bliss.  The hands moved to my back and slowly and more strongly now massaged my body and explored every muscle as they moved from my neck downward.  There seemed to be four hands now.  While this felt amazing and like nothing I had ever experienced before, the anticipation of those hands on my sensitive breasts was almost unbearable.

Then it finally happened.  The hands returned to my shoulders and one pair clasped around my neck and throat and gently applied pressure in a mock choke.  I shook with the expectancy of the next turn of events.  The hand on my throat released then slowly moved down my chest.  As it reached my breast it moved to the inside bypassing my nipple and firmly traced the underside curve then around to the side and ended fully cupping my breast with the same pattern being repeated on my right side.  The other two hands were now on the backs of my shoulders and the sensual awareness of having four hands erotically touching multiple parts of my bare body was sending my arousal higher than I thought possible.

I was aware of my breath becoming heavier as my chest heaved in and out with each heightened inhale as the two hands slowly started to massage my breasts.  My mind was racing, and my hard nipples were aching for their attention, but they were being ignored as the hands slowly played with my breasts.  The oiled hands left my breasts and continued down to my toned abdomen.  My upper body was now fully covered in the scented oil; except for the spot I so desperately wanted. 

I started to moan quietly at their touch, if only as a way to stifle a scream of desire to be touched where I wanted.  I felt the hands moving back up to my breasts.  Whose hands were whose I had no idea, but my mind was racing trying to figure out who was touching me.  As the hands reached my breasts, I let out a louder gasping moan as this time both hands passed over my nipples sending a quiver of pleasure down my full body.  Both hands began to gently massage my breasts with my nipples firmly pressed into the palms of the hands.  Each movement a welcome stimulation of wondrous pleasure.

I have no idea how long this upper body massage lasted but I never wanted it to end.  The combination of being blindfolded and bound; being touched by multiple men, and the potential that many could be watching me from the next building sent another flush of blood to my cheeks and I rolled my head with pleasure with the push of their hands.  Then I felt another pair of hands at my waist pulling the remainder of the dress down to my stiletto-heeled feet.  I moved my feet out of the dress which resulted in my legs being spread wider than they had been.

I was now completely naked in front of a lit window, save for a blindfold and my high heeled shoes.  The two sets of hands were joined by another warmly oiled pair and I was being alternatively touched, teased and massaged by all three men.  My nipples were being pulled and twisted and then another was tugged and pinched.  My back was being rubbed by other hands then another traced my face again.

As the hands continued their exploration and journey around my body some began to move down my legs and ass.  I became keenly aware again of my swollen labia and the wetness I could feel inside of me.  Even while feeling the exhilarating teases of my sensitive nipples I so wanted, no needed, my labia the enjoy the same attention.  I felt hands move down the outside of a thigh then back up the inside; stopping just before reaching my hoped-for destination.  This was repeated several times.  Each time I hoped for a touch but was denied.  Whose hands were these?

My pussy was completely bare, with the only hair a small landing strip above and the outer lips of my labia were engorged and lubricated from my near-constant arousal.  Finally, as a hand moved up my inner thigh again the fingers brushed against my swollen labia.  It lingered there for a moment with soft pressure then moved to trace the outer folds from the top to the bottom then back up the other side getting enticingly close to my clit. 

The rest of my body continued to be touched and massaged as the hand between my legs continued to tease.  I then felt the hand gently pinch my outer lip and pulled it to the side and then back again.  This was repeated on the other side and then a single finger moved gently over my clit.  My knees buckled with the stimulation and I let out a soft scream.  The other hands held me up as the hand between my legs slowly circled my clit.  It was all I could do to remain standing.

Shudders of amazing ecstasy sped throughout my entire body as the finger circled and released slowly.  Then I felt another hand come between my legs from behind.  It found the inner fold of my labia and the opening to my dripping pussy.  The finger slowly entered me deeper and deeper as my clit continued to by circled by the other.  A shudder of orgasm started from within me at the point where the finger had landed inside and quickly sent a shockwave through my entire body.  I started to convulse and screamed as my knees again gave out as a pair of hands held me up.

My body shivered and convulsed uncontrollably with the sudden and amazing release of my arousal.  As my orgasm subsided and I was able to stand on my own again the hands were removed and returned to gently and silently touching my body.  A lone hand went to my face and found my lips.  The fingers traced my mouth and pulled it open and then a lone finger crossed my lips into my mouth.  The distinct warm taste of my own juices was immediately obvious as the finger slowly probed my open mouth.  The finger then moved out of my mouth and traced lines of my own juices across my entire face.

The hands stopped touching me and I stood there, still shivering from my amazing orgasm.  I wondered if I had been left alone to stand in front of the window in this state for any voyeurs to see.  I did not care, and to be honest, I hoped others had watched this spectacle.  I would never know if they had but the thought that they had was satisfying.

My hands were still bound behind my back with palms facing outward.  As I was reveling in my post-orgasmic bliss and the thoughts of others, I felt a touch on one of my palms. My hand reacted by closing and I quickly realized that the touch was a large and very hard cock.  It was not Jacque’s.  I firmly closed my hand around the width of this strange cock and moaned as my other hand became pressed with another cock.  This one also not belonging to my husband.  I squeezed both firmly with the satisfaction that two men not named Jacque were now “in hand”.

Jacque finally spoke the first words of the amazing tryst and said, “We will have to say goodbye to your voyeurs.  We are moving to the bedroom.”

I let go of the two men as my arms were released from there bindings and I was led by my hands, still blindfolded and naked, into the bedroom.

“Get on the bed on all fours,” said Jacque sternly, obviously the ringleader.

I hesitated for just a slight moment before saying, “No.  Being bound and blindfolded and under your control was an amazing experience and I loved it.  But if you want this to continue further, and I sincerely hope you do because I want it to; then I am going to take more control.  Take off my blindfold.”

There was silence in the room.  But then I felt the blindfold being untied from the back of my head and my sight was restored.  It was restored to the sight of three beautiful men standing naked and hard before me.  Jacque was the handsome man I have known for twenty years; Marcelo and Michel were striking in their own ways.  Marcelo had the body of a man who has spent decades caring for his body.  He was the same age as my husband and just as gorgeous.  Michel, on the other hand, had the young muscled body of a supermodel.

I walked forward to Jacque and placed one hand on his cheek and the other on his cock and kissed him deeply.  “Thank you, my love,” I said honestly.  I moved to Marcelo and greeted him with the same touches and said, “Grazie, Marcelo.” Then on to Michel.  I touched the muscles of his shoulders and looked him in the eyes.  I put a hand on his cheek and the other on his firm and large cock and kissed him deeply saying, “Merci, Michel.”

I needed an intimate connection with these men if things were to move forward for the evening and I was glad Jacque was comfortable changing his plans and ceding some control to me.  But there I stood, naked in my heels; turned on and excited beyond belief in front of three obviously very turned on and excited men.  I was satisfied and comfortable with whatever might happen between the four of us.

I stepped back and appraised them, then looked at Jacque and said, “OK, my love.  You were saying something?”

He smiled at me and repeated his stern command.  “Get on the bed on all fours.”

I obeyed and mounted the foot of the bed; my stiletto heels at the edge.  I was mildly aware and conscious of how my breasts hung in this position but put it out of my mind and readied myself.

“Michel, she is all yours,” stated Jacque.

‘Good choice, my love,’ I smiled to myself.

Michel moved to the left side of me at the foot of the bed and sat down.  The other two moved to the sides.  I glanced back at both to confirm that they were stroking themselves in anticipation of some type of show.  Michel placed both hands around my thigh near my knee and slowly and firmly moved them upwards.  His left hand stopped at the top of my thigh while his right hand moved towards my still dripping pussy.

With his index and middle fingers, he spread me open and slid both of his fingers inside of me.  I moaned loudly as he entered me.  The feeling of him inside my swollen pussy was a welcome thing!  He spread his two fingers apart to widen me, then slowly massaged my inner wall slowly moving in and out spreading again as he moved.  Each time pressing upwards to apply pressure.  I wanted a cock inside of me, but this was the next best thing.  

He removed his dripping lubricated fingers from me, then using his left hand and his right elbow he deftly spread my legs wide.  I arched my head backward and closed my eyes with anticipation of what would come next.  What came next was his hands spreading my ass wide open and his wet fingers tracing the outline of my anus.   He slowly made circles getting close and closer.  When his fingers reached the opening, he applied more pressure in his circling then slowly, inserted a finger inside of me.

I never thought I would allow such an intimate act with someone not my husband, but the feeling of vulnerability and excitement were heightening my arousal.  As he slowly pressed his finger deeper inside of me, I could again feel the flush of arousal coursing through my cheeks.  I wanted this.  When he was as deep as he could go, he pressed upwards again and slowly retracted it until almost out then plunged it back in again.  This time much faster and stronger.

He turned and adjusted himself, so he was now straddling my left thigh while still fucking me in the ass with his finger.  I could feel his hard cock on my ass.  He reached his left hand to my breast and began to pinch and pull my nipple as he continued.  Then he pulled out, only momentarily, as the next thing I realized he was moving two fingers inside of me.  He moved in slowly, widening me as he had dome with my pussy, until he was as deep as he could go.

My body was turning to rubber with arousal again and I could feel the fire of another orgasm building slowly inside of me.  This young concierge I first met only twelve hours ago was pulling and pinching my sensitive nipple with one hand and had two fingers deep in my ass with the other.  It was a surreal and astounding sensation and I wanted more.  Much more!

“I need a cock inside of me.  NOW!” I screamed.  “Marcelo.  Get on the bed,” I commanded.  Michel removed his fingers from me allowing me to move to the side.  Marcelo obeyed and got on his back on the bed.  His hard cock and beautiful body waiting for me.  I slowly straddled him and using one hand on his cock slowly, ever so slowly sank onto him.  His wide cock slowly and wonderfully penetrating me. 

I rode him slowly up and down while fondling my breasts and looking at his eyes.  He reached up to take over fondling me and I moved my hands to my sides.  Jacque had moved to the head of the bed and as I stared at him deeply, I could see the satisfaction on his face as I continued to move up and down on Marcelo’s cock while he played with my breasts.

Then I felt myself being pushed from behind back on all fours over Marcelo.  My hands were near his head and he continued to stimulate my breasts and nipples.  I felt Michel return to my ass but then he straddled the end of the bed and as I moved up on Marcelo’s cock, he slowly pressed the head of his cock against my ass.  I had never had two men inside of me at the same time but apparently that was going to be past tense. 

I slowed my movement on Marcelo to allow Michel to enter me.  He slowly pushed inside and plunged deep inside of my ass as I moved down once more on Marcelo.  I froze in that moment.  The feeling of one man pressing on my cervix with his cock and another man deep inside of me was both a physical amazement and a psychological eruption as neither man was my husband.

I slowly started my movement on Marcelo again as Michel began strongly fucking me from behind.  The burgeoning orgasm was growing towards eruption when Jacque moved onto the bed in front of me.  I took his cock into my mouth and I now had all three men inside of me at one time.  My body could not take it anymore and my orgasm exploded while Michel continued to fuck me. As soon as I started to spasm with orgasm, I could feel Marcelo’s cock pulsing inside of me and his cum spraying the back of my cervix.

My body was convulsing and squeezing Michel’s cock tightly and I felt him orgasm inside of my ass and slowed his movement until he pushed deep inside of me.  My body shook with another wave as I felt the depth of his cock and Jacque moved his deeper inside of my mouth.  I felt him start to cum too.  Normally, I would not have swallowed but the position we were in meant that Marcelo would be the recipient of Jacque’s load, so I took all of him inside my mouth. 

I collapsed on the bed next to Marcelo with one last orgasm as all three men withdrew from me at once.  Never in my wildest dreams did I ever think I would be filled simultaneously by three men. 

We repositioned ourselves on the bed, intertwined like four puppies.  My head on Jacque’s lap with him stroking my hair and face and Michel and Marcelo on either side, caressing my oiled breasts and body.  An occasional aftershock of orgasm shivered through my body with all of the touches.  I started to drift off into a contented sleep while feeling the soft and lovely touches all over my body like a heavenly massage. 

The love and intimacy I felt for Jacque was indescribable.  That he would allow me this experience and share it with me meant the world to me.  I loved him!

The End