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A Room With A View, Part 1 free porn video
My wife, Laine and I had been searching Provance and the surrounding area for what seemed like an eternity, trying to find the right place to buy. So far, none had met our criteria. No proper heating, bad roads, small yard, antiquated plumbing. still, we remained eager to find our home.
On the advice of our Real Estate agent, Collette, we began staying in gits as opposed to hotels. She felt we’d have more of a “homey” experience and a better feel for living in France. It seemed like good advice. She set us up in a little 4th floor place in town. Lots of light, lots of windows, a nice balcony from which you could see the Mediterranean…not bad.
Collette had been very patient with us during our 3 or 4 house hunting trips to France and we were certain when we did buy, it would be through her.
She was very friendly , personable and not easily discouraged. She had grown up in the area, knowing places and things most other agents probably wouldn’t. Her English was great and she was very patient with our French. You and she became friends very quickly, each learning from the other.
It was kind of strange though, at 44, she’d never been married and wasn’t involved in a relationship that we knew of, not that she wasn’t attractive. She was beautiful and overly sexy in a very French way. Collette had a very petite figure with a set of those perfectly shaped breasts, topped with nipples that always seemed to be erect and begged to be sucked on. Her ass was the classic “Bubble Butt”, that I must admit, I thought of grabbing a handful of on more than one occasion. What impressed us both was the never ending array of stockings she seemed to possess, one more provocative than the last, which daily adorned her very sculpted legs. We just figured she was career minded, a husband and family weren’t a priority for the moment.
It was apparent as we viewed our housing choices in town, the local men ogled at both of you, like famished men staring at a free meal. Admittedly, Laine and Collette made a striking pair. If seeing one beautiful redhead was something rare, then seeing two was a once in a lifetime experience, something to tell the Grand kids.
Some of the men smiled at Collette in a leering, familiar manner and a few made comments under their breath as we passed. The looks I was getting made me feel like a had stolen something. I just put it off to being the new American in town.
We had finished another day of touring the countryside, and found a place to have dinner before returning to our apartment.
By the time we had eaten and got back, it was around 10:00pm. We showered, put on robes and sat out on the balcony, taking in the view and the warm evening.
We were looking out over the small town, at the streets below, the buildings, trying to envision this as our new home. Across the narrow street the curtains opened onto a balcony much like ours. The view inside the room was unobstructed.
There was a woman on a couch being fucked forcefully by two men. At first glance, it was difficult to tell if she was consenting, but very soon it was clear that she was a very willing participant. Both men pounded into her as she excitedly encouraged her fucking. It was then we noticed that the woman being gratified was our Collette. Laine and I looked at each other and giggled, somewhat embarrassed for her but none the less, willing to enjoy the show.
The man on the bottom removed himself from her pussy and offered his thick cock to her mouth. Collette eagerly accepted, sucking it with the same enthusiasm with which he had fucked her.
He grabbed his dick, stroking it in her face until cum splattered her open mouth. She greedily swallowed as much as she could handle, while the rest dotted her heaving breasts
When he had finished, he lay back on the sofa, spreading his legs. She lowered her head, licking the remaining cum from his cock before sliding her tongue into his ass, fucking him with her delicate, little pink tongue.
Her second lover released his grip and moved to straddled his friends face. His fuck buddy didn’t hesitate to apply his tongue to his lovers balls.
The first man, took great pleasure in stroking himself until cum shot forth, landing onto his friends cock and belly. He then leaned forward licking his own creamy deposit from his partner’s stomach while his friend took his, soft, spent cock into his mouth.
Collette sat up, squatting over the now rigid cock. Taking it firmly in hand, she guided it back into her ass. She leaned back exposing her unoccupied pussy that was soon covered with her lovers mouth while his cock continued to benefit from the attention of his friends tongue.
At this moment, she turned and made eye contact with us in a very nonchalant way and returned her attention to the fucking at hand.
We got up from the balcony and threw ourselves onto the bed, fucking like wild animals. Cum was swallowed and hair do’s messed up. We fucked until we lost layers of skin. I came all over your dimpled ass and licked it off as it ran down your thighs. You came until you were practically dehydrated. It was wonderful.
The following day was much like any other. No mention was made of the previous night’s performance. No awkwardness, nothing, just like it never happened.
We viewed a couple of properties and had lunch with her at a small cafe in an adjacent village. Same conversational pleasantries, same weird looks from the locals, although now they made some sense. I guess all the men thought I was sleeping with the town’s hospitality hostess.
That evening, we decided to take in movie at a small local cinema. We had dinner in our room out on the balcony, discussing the properties we had seen as what we had watched the night before. We just attributed it to an isolated incident of “Frenchness”
We dressed and walked toward the cinema. On arrival, we took a place in the small line waiting to purchase tickets. Collette was also in line a few people in front of us with a red headed woman about 15 years her junior. Collette spotted us and came over to say hello and introduced her friend as Muriel.
Muriel was her assistant and they had been working late at her office. Collette had offered to take Muriel to dinner and the cinema as a reward for putting in such a long day.
The three of women spoke in a combination of English and French which was hard for me to follow, so I just smiled and laughed at what I thought were the appropriate times.
We got into the theater and the two girls tagged along deciding to sit with us. I was on the end sitting next to my wife. Muriel was on Laine’s right and Collette on the other end, next to Muriel.
No sooner had the film stated when my wife nudged me, motioning in the direction of Collette. She had indiscreetly placed her hand in Muriel’s lap, gently rubbing her upper thigh. She inched the fabric of Muriel’s skirt higher,her hand slowly disappeared between Muriel’s legs, never once taking her eyes off the screen. This was certainly more interesting than a film I couldn’t understand anyway.
Muriel placed her sweater in her lap and spread her legs a little wider, her eyes, riveted on the screen. This went on for sometime until she let out a deep sigh as one of Collette’s fingers dipped into her pussy or found her clit.
With a supreme effort, I took my eyes away from what was going on next to us. I could hear Muriel’s breathing becoming deeper, sensual. I heard her shudder, her eyes closed, her lips parted and she released a long satisfied sigh.
Collette withdrew her hand and brought her glistening fingers to Muriel’s mouth. Muriel took one into her mouth, tasting her own orgasm. Muriel’s hand fell into my wife’s lap, grasping her thigh, quickly sliding between her legs. I don’t think Muriel was aware of what she was doing. Laine turned, looking at me with a surprised, “What do I do now” look on her face. I raised my eyebrows as if to convey my thoughts of, “I don’t know”.
French custom spared intervention as the lights came up for intermission. We all adjourned to the lobby, Muriel and Collette lit cigarettes and talked about the film as if nothing unusual had happened and possibly as far as they were concerned, nothing had.
I grabbed Laine’s hand and we went to get something to drink before returning to our seats. Neither Muriel or Collette came back after the intermission. We were both talking at once about what had happened, long after the light’s had dimmed.
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